Ursine Unit 1

[NiceNecromancer]

Dark tangled wires reach down like vines. A thick oil drips into a pool of itself echoing a bass note through deep halls and empty warehouses. The frames of alien machines rest against the floor like tired animals all within painted lines indicating old organization systems. Large footsteps sound out in approach as one of Azathoth's large Combat Drones trotted from down the hall and into one of the gargantuan sized rooms. Towers of alien containers dominate the space inside creating a cityscape of abandoned Industry. This warehouse was close to the surface and the quadrupedal Combat Drones don't usually venture this close to the surface anymore but this one was tracking something. Its large singular eye bathes the room in an eerie crimson glow. Garbled electronic shrills came from its head set atop its elongated neck.

It was right to come here. It found what it was looking for.

As the Azathoth Drone bends its neck down to cross under a bridge of hollow metal. A robot about half its size awaits hidden inside. From the opened side of the container it drops on top of the Drone pinning it with strong, soft fiber actuated legs. Atop the legs a bulky form with hints of animalistic geometry to it and 2 weapons mounted by its sides far too damaged to use. With a powerful series of slams the bipedal robot crushes the lens of the Drones eye. It releases its hold and moves deeper into the stacks. The drone now blinded backs away from the bridge carefully. It navigates back to the entrance and attempts to charge out but the door is sealed. The crash reverberated in the warehouse and the sounds of processing started up again. That dim hum of noise accompanied by a hiss of gas from the cracked lens.

In a form of sight that escapes the biological, an inky sea of a world traced by illuminated geometric lines. The Drone conjures a polygon of data from its form and prepares to send it out. No doubt attempting to make a report or call distress.

Interrupting from above the sound of metal and ceramics rubbing on each other. One of the containers thuds on top of the Azathoth Drone ending it.

Atop the containers next to the door stood the bipedal robot. Its chassis has been worn down. Through the scratches and mud an old Daquin logo was painted right above the orb of sensors mounted on its chest. A bear silhouette wielding a vague knife shape in its teeth. Ursine Unit 1.

 

[NiceNecromancer]

[Rewritten]
Dark tangled wires reach down from the tunnel ceilings like vines. A thick oil drips into a pool of itself echoing a bass note through deep halls and empty warehouses. The frames of alien machines rest against the floor like tired animals all within painted lines indicating old organizational systems. Heavy thuds approach as large footsteps sound out in dead air as one of Azathoth's large Combat Drones trotted from down the hall and into one of the gargantuan sized rooms. It's automata whirring and movements creating an orchestra of eerie humanlessness with the rhythm keeping of oil drips and melodic creaking. Towers of alien containers dominate the space inside creating a cityscape of abandoned industry. This warehouse was close to the surface and the quadrupedal Combat Drones don't usually venture this close to the surface anymore but this one was tracking something. Its large singular eye bathes the room in an eerie crimson glow. Garbled electronic shrills came from its head set atop its elongated neck.

It was right to come here. It found what it was looking for.

As the Azathoth Drone bent its neck down to cross under a bridge of created by a fallen container. A robot about half its size awaits hidden inside. From the opened side of the container it drops on top of the Drone pinning it with strong, soft fiber actuated legs. Atop the legs a bulky form with hints of animalistic geometry to it and 2 derelict weapons mounted by its sides. With a powerful series of slams the bipedal robot crushes the lens of the Drones eye. It releases its hold and moves deeper into the stacks with haste. The drone now blinded backs away from the bridge carefully. It navigates back to the entrance and attempts to charge out but the door scrapes against it finding it sealed during the ambush. That dim hum of processing accompanied by a hiss of gas from the cracked lens acted as it's only audible cry for help. Within it's digital brain all it's urgent back up requests failed as outward signals seemed jammed.

Within it's sight something unlike the biological understanding, an inky sea world traced by illuminated geometric lines. The Drone conjures a polygon of data from its form and prepares to send it out again. Attempting flippantly to make a report or call distress.

Interrupting from above the sound of metal and ceramics rubbing on each other. One of the containers thuds on top of the Azathoth Drone ending it.

Atop the containers next to the door stood the bipedal robot. Its chassis has been worn down. Through the scratches and mud an old Daquin logo was painted right above the orb of sensors mounted on its chest. A bear silhouette wielding a vague knife shape in its teeth. Ursine Unit 1.

The lost Unit housed a shelled brain from a Daqinren volunteer that was long dead. The auxiliary on board AI had managed to expand it's functions for years in the tunnels of Azathoth. It had come far from it's prototype status and achieved more than just it's Primary objective of recovering Azathoth Technology. The AI was able to prioritize it's own survival and allow itself more processing power by shutting off it's pilot's support systems and largest weapon targeting executables. Over time it has also deleted unnecessary files and log data to store it's own memories.

Ursine Unit 1 traversed it's landmarked Tunnels back to a room only Meter's away from the surface. Only acting now that it was convinced it wasn't being tailed anymore after the victory. It had no deep range signaling abilities and was alone out here. It could however peer into space and track the stars from a hole in the top of it's den here. The AI did this out of some silent, thoughtless compulsion. After gathering new data it moved to a corner of the room and slumped over entering a power-saving sleep mode. The AI was already underclocking to preserve it's reactor life, explaining to itself the need to be preserved until extraction.

Light from a Cargo Ship engines burst into the crack as vibrations shock the surface room. Ursine Unit 1 was in it's hibernation and unaware of the sudden change. Ichabod drone's peered in from the ceiling menacingly. Cutting away the roof and abducting the Unit 1 in it's sleep.