When Noisemaker returned to the nest, Leader was pacing up and down, waggling a large stick they had found, the two locked eyes, a discussion was to be had but it was getting late and base impulse always triumphs plot and plan. It was time to sleep. The family curled up in their sleeping pit. Eating heartily, Wings getting skin and tendons which they liked most as Leader and Arms bickered over fats and muscles, and Arms bickered with Noisemaker over skeletons.
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A village in silence, on the hill, by the long road covered in trees. The silhouettes of boxes are silent in the darkness. 078 walks towards it if for no other reason than exhausted alternative directions. How much longer can these aching limbs â the soldier drops to the ground, feet aching, knees aching, everything a mess of pain. Thereâs a movement, in the village, indiscernible shifting. Humans Iâll kill you humans Iâll rip you limb from limb Iâll take a bite Iâll eat Iâm so hungry. 078 Puts out one arm, the back-two assisting, pulling, forearms spreading up walls of mud to one side, grass tearing and popping under the weight of the pulling body, legs dragging streaks of upturned clay behind them as they shift in intermittent bursts of speed â stop, pull, grab, stop, pull. Their belly aches, skin pulling on every little rock as the machine begins to chant to itself.
âIâll kill every human. Kill someone. Gunshot. Suffocation. Strangulation. Knife in the back. Explosions. Acid. Toxic gas. Electrocution.â In the darkness a miserable wretch, 6 feet and 200kg of machine and metal pulling and writhing in the mud buzzing. âSlice, shoot, break, burn, kill, kill, kill,â anything to dull the pain. Pulling closer and closer to the silent village, not even watching with their eyes as the buildings crest 078âs peripheral vision. âRazors. Radiation⦠Sound, Pressure, slice, shoot, burn, break.â Repeating back in a loop.
When 078âs optics turn upwards again, off the ground, they see a lone 3 digit number of reflective ultraviolet light shining right there above them.
814.
078 stops, resting in the mud and rainwater, silent in the pain. âHello?â Says a familiar voice, a mechanical drawl.
Another number, glowing in the dark, 605, an 806, a 323, 614, 121.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
078 Passes out.
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Noisemaker rolled and tossed around the sleeping pit, while the others snored, having to wake and leave and watch the sky in the dark to calm down. Thoughts not theirs came in waves.
Kyros - DO NOT ENTER
Planetoid, class; Medium Rocky Planet ; Volcanically Active ; Subterrestrial methane ocean.
Atmosphere - nitrogen (â 76%), oxygen (â 21%), with methane (â1%), and argon (â 1%) + Trace Gases â <1% (water vapour, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, solid-state aerosols, and others)
Core â Metallic ; Magnetic field available â 31-56 µT
âNo. I donât care about any of this. I want to know whatâs so wrong with the planet. Why is it forbidden.â
Kyros
History â Classified
Native Biota â Classified
Crust thickness â (â0.5 Kilometres - â30 Kilometres)
âHuh, so I was right, there is a subsurface ocean.â Is what Noisemaker thought, before learning about subterranean water flows, aquifers, and the like. They were right, of course, just completely wrong about from where the water beneath the earth came from.
âWell, what about the inhabitants?â
Enemy Population: Civilisation Level 0.12 -proceed with 'minimum caution'- More information here
âMore information ?â
Enemy Population â Human â non-native Biota SuperDomain: Terran
Terran information â Biological composition ; standard, digestible.
In the night Noisemaker kept on, as they did the night before. âWhat is a dog?â âWhat is a toenail?â, On and on âtill exhaustion put them right to sleep. It was raining again