Drone Robot F
The ninth district wasn’t the kind of place you take your kids for a picnic. Pollution. Crime. Perpetual gang warfare. Even the Dyna cop evolution program seemed to decline. Definitely not a place to raise your children or start a family.
“Simion, head for the warehouse and see what you can find”. “Wait, where are you going?” “If what she said is true, there’s a bomb headed for the tenth district. I have to stop it.” “I don’t think this is a good idea Severus. We should stick together and figure this out”. “Simion. I have to try to do something. I can’t let those people die if we knew about it beforehand. Show honor before strength Simion.” “Its a mistake sir. These are not our people. Don’t play her game. She’s onto you and seems to know your psychology.” “Well…we’ll see how about that.”. Simion’s senses could pick up nearby sensors, but unsure of the direction. Disappearing into the crowd he made his way down the crowded street and tucked away into an alley.
Severus broke away from the flow of traffic into a nearby field. Running into the field he entered into an abandoned house through the front door. “Hello? Anyone home”. The sound of his voice echoed about searching every room. He quickly exited through the back porch and scanned the area. Suddenly he materialized into a what appeared to be a ball of energy floating about 5 feet from the ground. In a split second, it burst into the open sky ascending to the height of the clouds at great speed. The entire house shook shattering all the windows. A small boy peaked through a bedroom upstairs, watching as he disappeared into the clouds.
In the ninth district, Simion knew he was a sitting duck. So he decided to play their little game. Walking briskly, he turned the corner realizing that he was being watched and followed. “Why are they following me? He thought to himself. “Seems like an illegal transmitting frequency…Hmm… The signals are heavily encrypted” Suddenly he realized. “Military drones. Approximately 23 meters away.” He could sniff out the activity of nearby drones like a home cooked meal. “They’re closing in. And they’re all distributing the same frequency. How convenient. And they only sent 7 drones to kill me? I’m almost offended. This is going be fun.” He broke out into a full sprint. Two circular drones picked up speed behind him while three more appeared some distance in front of him. They all deployed their weaponry simultaneously. High powered guns surfaced bilaterally on each drone. Immediately gunfire ripped through the entire alley. Quickly ducking behind a trash dumpster, he whipped his right arm in a downward motion extending his elbow abruptly. Immediately two blades sprung along both sides of his wrist, extending out past his hand. Closing his hand, a grip materialized into thin air as he tightened his fingers. An energy form came sizzling out from the blades as he brought his arm around full circle. BOOM-BOOM!!!!! Both attack drones from the rear exploded instantly. Screams were heard at a distance. Holes poured through the dumpster as more gunfire ripped past his head. He erupted from behind the dumpster with heavy gunfire shadowing his every step. Approaching the other side of the alley he put one foot upon the wall spinning into a back flip. Landing firmly on his feet, he could sense the gunfire coming his direction. Then motioning backward, he projected himself into a ball of energy about 20 feet away. Reappearing, he slid into a crouched position. Extending his right arm upward, a barrage of energy blasts poured from the blades on his wrist. BA-BOOM….BOOOOMMMM!! More screams heard down the alley. “Four down. Three to go… This is fun.”
© Copyright 2015
True Care Hospital, Ampra, OH Farsidon district in the city of Crygan. 1st floor intensive care unit 12:34 AM. Elizabeth Mason was motionless, as if the life were draining from her body, lying still in critical condition. Fully garbed in dull grey and white hospital gown, draped in wires extending from her body to machines monitoring her every vital sign. Blood pressure, oxygen saturation, pulse and breathing rate all in stable condition. The steady, high pitched sound of the machines seemed to resonate throughout the room. “Lizzy? Can you hear me? It’s me. —Tim.” Holding her hand as if it were the first time. Her hand was warm, but offered nothing in return. ” Lizzy…You’ll be o–o–kay”. His voice crackling on every syllable. Attempting to utter a comforting word, but double laced with doubt, anxiety and fear. He then could feel the rising anger catch flame within himself. And fully incensed, he left the ICU in a stir. Who the hell would try kill her? He made his way down the corridor from the ICU toward the first floor transfer pods. As he approached, there was an irregularly shaped pod that immediately spoke, acknowledging his presence. “Welcome, Officer Mason. How may I assist you?” “Second floor please”. “Please enter the T-pod and be seated. Destination, second floor”. Before the pod could depart, another individual entered and sat down next to him. “Destination second floor”. The pod began its course steadily forward then began to ascend toward the higher deck. Once upon the second floor the pod continued horizontally wrapping around the building toward the south side. After the doors opened, only one man exited. “Excuse me sir, are you okay? Sir–Sir! I need a team to the second deck T-pod 2A STAT! I have an unconscious male approximately in his 30’s with a pulse but unconscious”. Over the PA system is heard loud and clear “CODE RED SECOND FLOOR DECK, CODE RED SECOND FLOOR DECK”. A team of nurses rush the scene, a medical droid the first to arrive. “What—where am I? Wh— “You’re at True Care hospital, you must’ve passed out. You’re ok now. Vitals are stable. “Lizzy!” “Sir calm down, you need to get some rest”. “GET OUTTA THE WAY! GET OFF ME!!” Pushing the medical personnel onto the floor. “ICU NOW!!”. The T-pod reverses course back down to the first floor. Nervously exiting the pod. “Where is the ICU?” He frantically attempts to run, staggering, stumbling across the floor. “Just down the hall to your left sir” Responded another medical droid. He quickly draws his weapon with the remaining sense of consciousness left over. Turning the corner he saw a nurse at the front desk face down. Approaching the room where Lizzy was, he found emptiness. “No, no,no,no, no,no, NO!!! WHERE IS SHE!” In a split second, an alarm goes off throughout the facility. “CODE ALPHA, FIRST FLOOR ICU. CODE ALPHA, FIRST FLOOR ICU!.” “Freeze! Drop your weapon now! “Where is she!” “I said, drop your weapon. NOW! DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT”…
© Copyright 2015
“Dallon, you should’ve never come here. You should’ve stayed in Vangoria. TURN YOURSELF IN”. Spoke Severus in a hefty tone. “The name is Vince, dufus. Dont’ forget it. Now get the hell out of my way. You’ve got some nerve talkin’ to me like that. Traitor! IDIOT! You put this whole world in danger by coming here. You don’t think the Domain won’t find you here??!! As he finishes his sentence, a swift moving gadget arises from the left shoulder of Severus rotating and elongating until fixed on the subject releasing a quick burst of energy. The subject was stunned immediately and fell helpless to the ground like a ton of bricks. But just as Severus released the stun burst, he received a blast from behind knocking him into a daze. There he lied horizontal on the floor, vision blurry and out of focus, he didn’t know what hit him. Immediately the A7’s arrive on the scene, but it was too late. “P0-S5, give me a staus report”. The A7 drones reported nothing. Severus was found unconscious in the bakery. The subject was nowhere to be found. “Sir, I’m detecting a high energy source consistent with a high grade explosivie” Reports an A7drone. “PO-S5, extract the package and get the hell out the there! Now!” An A5 drone arrives from the front entrance, hovering over Severus’s body. “Initializing PP 2257 protocol Sir”. The A5 drone disperses a bubbled force field enveloping his entire body. Then a seismic BA-BOOOMMM!!! shook several blocks leveling the entire bakery, shattering everything to pieces. All the drones in the vicinity were incinerated. But more of them arrived on the scene shortly thereafter. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!? Status report NOW! “Sir, I detect a life source from underneath the rubble. The ID is that of Lord Brenigan Bron Severus. He is alive, but he’ll need an extraction unit immediately”. Reports an A7 drone. “I need an extraction unit on site now! Move! move!” Two more drones arrive on the scene, two times the size of the others. They hovered deliberately over mounds and mounds of debris. Simultaneously a focused laser beam is released from both units until the rubble begins to move and shake violently. Dust clouds quickly cover the area. Suddenly an energy filed emerges from within the rubble with a man encased within. The team of drones slowly place him onto the ground and deactivate PP 2257 protocol. The energy shield dissipates. An A7 drone hovers closely…Then a voice blasts from the speakers underneath. “Severus!! Can you hear me! This is PO-S5 speaking. Do you copy!?!” The man on the ground slowly comes to life. “Yes…I’m here.” “Is the subject deceased?” “Negative, sir. I stunned him right before I was attacked from behind. But the subject got away. He wasn’t working alone. He had an accomplice. And I believe it was a woman” “What!” “Yes, sir. He wasn’t working alone. Whoever it was, was highly skilled and strong enough to carry the subject, because I gave him a full stun knocking him unconscious. And trust me, this was no woman of Earth…
© Copyright 2014
All police units swarm the area like bees gone viral from the hive. “Shots fired! I repeat–a shot has been fired–from a shooter located in the west wing of the Denald buidling. All units respond to 42nd and broad!” A dozen police aerial drones flock tightly to the area fully equipped and ready to engage. “A7’s enter the building and give a full scan. A5’s guard the perimeter and track the trajectory of that shot immediately!”. Says PO-S5, Police drone operator Section 5. The A7’s are quick, able to track a subject at a distance. Resembling something from the Egyptian era, but mingled with the exceptional prowess of modern technology. “PO-S5, we have located the subject on level 8 headed north”. “Affirmative, we have the primary subject on sight. 30 yards headed north, Male, 6’4 238 lbs donned in black leather garb.” The A7s have a several high definition cameras embedded in their systems allowing the drone operator real time video feeds. “This is PO-S5, we have the subject traveling north on level 8–and–he’s wearing freaking headphones?!!? “A7’s, pursue and obtain subject– primary objective: not to kill, stun and proceed to capture”. Just as the order is released, the man comes to a sudden halt. Casually turns around and observes five A7’s flying his direction at high speed. The first three light up as if electrocuted by high voltage, then simultaneously explode with great force. The boom rocked the floor so hard the walls ripped to shreds like paper leaving a gaping hole. The latter two A7’s were knocked backward by the force but were still functional. “What the hell was that?” “Three A7’s were just destroyed out of thin air”.
The remaining two A7’s zip through the smoke at full speed and reach the end of the hallway. “Sir, the subject appeared to jump through a window from level 8”. “What!! Where the hell is he? There’s no way he could’ve survived that fall.” The A5’s converge on the north side of the Denald building assessing a complete scan of the area, but no body was found in sight. The A7’s bolt out of the window from level 8. “Sir we’re picking up a reading from the subject heading west on main street at high speed”. The man is seen on the ground running, dodging, ducking. He turns and busts through a door into a nearby bakery then comes to a sudden halt as he sees another tall man before him. “SEV-??” Says the man with the headphones. “Hello–Vince…”
© Copyright 2014
The bells rang in unison at high noon, calling out the impatience of the day. A day ripe for two to be joined in holy matrimony. Elizabeth Mary Seigel and Timothy David Mason. The talk of the town. “Elizabeth! Hurry up you slow poke! You wait any longer and you’ll miss out on your own wedding, not to mention your own honey moon. And we know Tim isn’t going to have any of that. Heaven forbid. Where are you?” “Here mother. How do I look?” There she stood graceful and elegant as a dove. Her eyes wet with excitement as they met her mothers. Her sunglow hair running smoothly past her shoulders. “Well mother, do I have your approval?” said Lizzy. “Oh dear…” The beautiful sight of her daughter donned in a wedding dress, welled tears through her eyes, wetting her fair cream skin, fading past her lips. “Is that a–?” “Tear? Yes.” “Tears of joy I hope”. “Oh yes Lizzy. YOU, are absolutely stunning! You’ll knock em’ dead. That Timothy won’t know what to do with you. Come here.” The two embrace each other in a long warm hug. “I just want you to know that you have my full support in whatever you do. Ok? You know how your father feels. But–let me deal with him. This is YOUR day. Let every thing else slide to the wind. OK?” Said Margaret Lizzies mother. “Thanks Mom!” The two embrace in another warm hug.
“Hey Tim, man I just wanted to say congratulations. Thanks so much for inviting me!” “Trust me the pleasure is all mine Mark. We’re just glad you could make it with everything you have going on right now. We really appreciate your taking the time to come out. Its a special day”. “Don’t mention it, for crying out loud. We’ve been partners a long time now”. The two exchange in a brief moment of mutual respect. “Hey, did you realize Chelsea is here?” “Seriously? I–I–never invited her here. What is she doing here?” The tone in Tim’s voice changes to irritable in a split second. “Well, the whole department is here, maybe she felt compelled to show up.” The moment is interrupted by the sound of Lizzie’s favorite song, “on the wings of ivory”. The tune signals everyone to be seated, for an event they would never forget. The bridegroom takes center stage with all eyes on deck. He returns a confident glare back at the crowd numbering around 500 attendees. Some familiar faces, and some he had never seen before. Suddenly the crowd rises to it’s feet in honor of the bride. A soft breeze passes through in the midst of a brilliant day. They were surrounded by a cluster lofty maple trees. But the city’s skyscrapers weren’t far from view. Finally the bride entered the stage and all eyes were on her. Her smile and countenance were striking. Any man in the crowd would marry her that day. The priest went through his usual motions leading up to the exchange of wedding vows, rings. “I pronounce you man and wife, MR. AND MRS. TIMOTHY, ELIZABETH DAVID MASON. You may now kiss the bride”. Said the priest. The bridegroom held his newfound bride within his arms. Their kiss was electric, shocking the whole crowd. As Timothy cradled her within his arms, there was a quick zipping sound, and her whole body fell limp like a rag doll. There were loud gasps, then screams ripped through the air. “SOMEBODY CALL A MEDIC!!! HELP–HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! PLEASE, SHE’S BEEN SHOT!!!” yelled the bridegroom frantically. He lowered her body softly to the ground…in disbelief, still in shock. Their pure white garments now stained with her blood. And even more blood, seemed to be pouring out from the side of the neck. Timothy Mason turned to look over his right shoulder. And there was Mark Porter standing at a distance, pointing to a nearby building. “There! The shot came from over there!!” The crowds erupting in complete disarray and widespread panic. Timothy urgently taps his watch twice, yells…”SEVERUS!!—LIZZIES BEEN SHOT!!”