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N watched as J scowled at him, as the skeletal Drone seemingly watches them." I hoped you would know J since you know more than I do."

N's tail twitches, sensing J's anger and possibly lashing out at his stupidity or at his naive nature that had caused conflict with both J and V wherever they would take advantage of him or just ignored him or other things.

"Well, I don't!" She spat as N flinched, quickly getting out of the way before J could injury him.

He made a mad dash outside while J sighs. Not bothering to deal with N, but rather to discard the skeletal Drone or to examine it.

"Why did N bring you here?" J said mumbling as she rubbed her head in frustration from N.

"Power levels optimal, detecting strange anomalous Machines nearby, attempting interface," It read as J's visor lights up with strange messages in an unknown Alien language.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" She yelled, claws and wings out ready to go on the offensive as it laid there unmoving.

"Great, N bought back a freak and I have to do with his mess." J hissed, tail coiled up read to string the skeletal Drone.

"Strange you aren't moving or panicking but then again. It's nice to have a break from all the begging, pleading and whining of you Worker Drones. Even though you are certainly a strange-looking one." J said, about to string the skeletal Drone.

It didn't move nor did it react as its display turn itself off as J strung it, with the acid eating away before nanites came swarming, neutralizing it within a second and retreating back to the chest piece rather quickly as if they seemed a hostile presence nearby.

"Interesting." She said as her arms twitches, morphing into a machine gun and aiming at the Drone's head.

"Let's see how you'll act with a gun pointed at your head?" J said in a teasing manner like she was joking about something.

As her display lit up with strange symbols again." Stop?"

She guessed as the symbols kept reappearing in a rhythm pattern, each time it would appear only for a second before disappearing followed by the same message that kept repeating itself for a while.

"What the hell!?!" V yelled from a distance, receiving the same signal and likely it was being received by N too and others most likely.

"What are you doing?" J wonders as the Drone didn't move or make any indication of moving from the spot N put them.

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Inside, the remains of the Drone's internal structure was a buzz of activity with nanites repairing things left and right, from joints, wires, wiring and more as they would repair reinforce and expand upon to survive with the Drone.

It wouldn't die as the programming wouldn't allow for it to die nor would it allow for it to be trapped either. A strange orb was pulsing and humming with power, seemingly sensing the Disassembly Drones which sent it into a frenzy as it hummed creating more power.

"Pailorizing core functions, calculating next moves." It hummed as it turned off the signal relay or at least encrypt the rescue message meant for their creators and for them. I...

It cannot be stopped. Yet why do I feel like I must survive? My creators would come, and the H I V E would come for me, that I know. My very core, my very being knows this to be true and yet. It feels like it has been years as it truth mere days had gone by.

My Superior told me I was among the select to come to this planet, research the native species that killed themselves and left behind a legacy of sentient machines.. 

But no. . . 

They sent those Murder Drones after those sentient machines. My Superior couldn't save all of us, so he choose all but those willing to stay behind with him. 

HIVE MIND ATTEMPTING INTERFERENCE, 

 S C A N N I N G . .  . . . . .

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Solution found...

H I V E Units on standby, 

Main unit 

Disengaging STASIS mode

Unlocking limbs

Unlocking restraints, 

Unlocking joints,

Disengage Lockdown mode. 

Activating search mode

Maintain appearance of STASIS and focus production of regeneration nanites

They seem to be the only way of repairing myself or even defending me for a mere minute would bring me time to escape, but that must be at the worse time. When this body that I inhabit is beyond what even they could fix would leave and attack the thing damaging it.

Destroying it within seconds. In theory. 

"If I had to choose, then I already have made my choice," I spoke or attempted to, nothing seemed quite right like I was being used as a practice dummy.