First Story

#015- Beedrill

Lone Soldier

If you listen closely, you can hear a faint humming sound in the wind. There was a stirring in the air as a giant bee shaped shadow pass through the night into the barricades. The soldiers of the Tori people did not awake from their slumber as a mechanical, aerial weapon lands in the middle of their base. Its exterior was striped with yellow and black with amber wings that let it hover and fly away if needed. Two red, computer based surveillance eyes sweeps the area, trying to detect any unwanted threat. As it moves on its long, thin legs, there was a gleam from two large, thin, long steel cones on the end of its arms instead of hands. This is not a hornet you mess with. He was looking for blood, and he knew that he would find it here.

"Wake those shit heads up." 

A simple sentence, a simple command. Something that should have been harmless. But this is a war. This is how you gain the upperhand when it is you against the world. Just a simple command is the difference between winning and losing. And that command, that was the wild card.

The large bee swings its arm around and points it at one of the sleeping quarters. It opens to reveal the nose of a cannon being hidden inside of it. There is an explosion of gunpowder and steel as the machine blasts down the sleeping quarters. Shattered pieces of wood and body parts scattered through the grounds, catching on fire. There was a few movements from the rubble as the soldiers who were alive, which were very few, tried to escape and survive. The blast had set of a red alarm that started to blare through the barricades, awaking the soldiers. It has given its position away, so it took nothing for granted, holding nothing back. This was the best way to win.

 There was an uproar from the remaining soldiers as they rush out to attack this machine. Screaming and yelling came from everywhere as bullets whiz passed its head and clicks of its titanium exoskeleton. The bee closes off its cannon and spins the silver cones on its arms till it clicks to lock. It then continues its rampage through the barricades, using its arms as swords. Since the soldiers were smart enough to stay away, the machine has decided to go to where they were, ripping through steel to get to the soldiers. Each hit was an instant kill, each blow slashed through flesh, intestines, and clothing. No man went  unharmed and no human was left alive. Its head swivels around to look for any heat signature besides the now blazing fire and thick smoke surrounding it. 

"Come back home Little Buddy. You did very well."

The bee then turns and its thin legs as it trudges over broken buildings and fire licks its feet, unscaved by the destruction around it. When it got to the edge of the barricade, it turned around to watch the fire for a few moments. As the fire lights flickered against his ruby red eyes, for just a second, it was as if a thin twinkle ran down its face from how the lights played on the titanium. It then crouches down and jumps up with its wings hovering, being lifted up into the air as it flies over the damage.

In the inky dark woods on the outskirts of the barricade, a flicker of embers tumble to the ground as a man stomps out a cigar on the thick, green, now chard ferns that carpeted the ground. A flame can be seen as he places another cigar in his mouth, needing to light it. After it is lit, the embers play on his face since his mouth is upturned in an almost evil grin. On his chin is gruff and rough features that gave him a menacing look to him. He just chuckles to himself as he says, "Seven down, four more to go."

There is a soft thud behind him. A glint of yellow can be seen from the embers and glowing red eyes penetrate the darkness, staring right at the man. The man turns, unaffected by the giant killer bee behind him, and walks into the forest. Before he was completely surrounded by the shadows of the forest, the bee machine quickly turns to him, buzzing his wings in almost a pattern.

"It was a necessary loss to take," says the man coldly.

Another series of buzzing and the man turns around, his evil, victorious features instantly changing into pure terror as he angrily yells, "You don't get to think! You weren't programmed to think! You act, you do, you react, you win! That's it! That will always be it! That is the final straw! NOW! GET! MOVING!"

The machine just stares at him, the embers of the cigar reflecting in his eyes as if in hatred before the machine vigorously flaps its wings and lifts off the ground in a close hover. The man just smirks as he walks into the dark unknown of the forest, the machine obediently following behind him.

For now, that is....