Program Lucifer.

"Take your sides, because this is war on the droids, and they want all of us dead..."

The old siren seemed to die when Issiac entered the deserted town, making him shutter in fear. "Come on, Harpor, no time to stall, must go on through, and stop this evil..." He thought to himself, forcing his feet to take another step, knowing it could be his last. Buildings of once department stores and houses seemed to give off the feeling of something, or someone living in it. Issiac only gave in, and decided to hide in a nearby, destroyed house for the night,unaware of the presence of the android overlord's planning.

"My, isn't he precious? To try and run like a terrified little mouse, keeping his keepsakes save?" Program Lucifer beeped to itself, ready to with a plan. "Now, to command my elimination teams." Then Lucifer sent the message to all of it's followers, in it, the message spoke:

"My fellow minions and leaders, there seems to be a problem that would affect our conquest, a man. You make compute him as worthless, but this man, Issiac Harpor can destroy me for he has the killcode. Your new mission? Hunt him down, destroy this human by any means possibly. For if he makes it, our glorious conquest will be a failure. Do not disappoint me."

RP, begin.

475 L'Enfant Plaza SW

Washington, D.C.

Headquarters of the United States Postal Service

Hundreds of piles of papers were stacked all around the room. A fat man with a bushy beard and dirty glasses read over one with a graph, showing the USPS's usual ever-declining stocks. Not even the government gets a break in post-apocalyptic America, apparently. To think this was once the greatest country in the world. The so-called land of opportunity had all of its opportunity sucked up long before Lucifer.exe struck.

The man cursed under his breath, sighing. Suddenly, a knock came from outside the door. "Mr. Postmaster General, sir?"

"Come on in." he replied with no emotion.

A young man walked in. This was the general's personal assistant. "Sir, we've just received a very important order. Some guy down south wants a laser cannon! He's willing to pay top dollar for it."

"A laser cannon? Gimmie that!" The general grabbed the paper and studied it eagerly. Supposedly, some war hero wannabe with everything to prove wants one of the world's rarest and most powerful weapons. Only a few laser cannons were ever made, as they were invented just before Lucifer's attack. They strapped onto a person's arm, and it could fire through metal, supposedly. Hardly anyone knows how powerful they actually were.

"We're gonna need an expert for this one. Get me Brannigan!" The general barked.

"Er, sir, Brannigan was torn apart by an android not two hours ago." The assistant said nervously.

"Aw, fantastic then. How about Sanders?"

"Pecked to death by a mutant chicken."

"Sheen?"

"Died after an overdose of a drug he himself invented."

"Bah!" the general facepalmed. "I've kept this company from going under for 50 years! And now it appears we're once again about to go belly-up!"

"Well, sir, there is one courier we could turn to, but I highly doubt he'll make it out alive..."

"WHO?" the general grabbed the assistant by the shoulders, shaking him a bit. "TELL ME WHO, DAMMIT!"

"It's Vincenzo, sir."

The general's face lost all expression. "Dear Lord." he sighed as he sat back down. He stroked his chin a bit. "Hmm. You sure that's the only courier ranked high enough to take this on?"

"Yes, sir."

"...Well, fine. I guess we have no choice. If this gets done, we'll be getting more orders like this daily! We'll finally be back on top! Get me on the phone with Vincenzo this minute!"

"As you wish, sir." The assistant grabbed the video phone hanging in the corner. The general punched in the number as quick as he could.

It was answered in a matter of seconds. "You rang, sir?" The young man on the other end said.

"Don't you dare greet me with your ridiculous brat-speak! I've got an important job for you, Vincenzo. Get your ass down to the weapons factory, some guy in Tennessee wants a laser cannon."

"I'll be on it right away, sir!"

"Oh, you'd better. If you fail this, I'll wring your pretty little F@#$' neck. Or what's left of it, anyway. Don't let me down, Vincenzo." The call ended.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." The general sighed, letting his head fall into his hands.

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Somewhere in Tennessee

A large group of men stood in a horizontal line outside of a small shack. The open field behind them stretched into the horizon, as most of the world's land was pretty barren by now.

Finally, a man stepped out of the cabin. He was puffing on a cigar, with quite a stern face. He examined the men before him, pacing back and forth.

"Well, looks like ya'ller ready for prom or some shit." The man chuckled. He continued to pace.

"Alrighty, lissen up. Mah name is Lt. Aldo Raine, and I'm puttin' together a special team." The man had a deep Sourthern drawl.

"I need me eight soldiers. Eight. Flesh and blood. Human. Soldiers. Now, ya'll might've heard 'bout the armada happenin' soon. Welp, we'll be leavin' a little earlier. We're gonna set out from here, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army. We're gonna be doin' one thang and one thang only."

A few of the men gulped.

"Bustin' 'droids." The lieutenant stared right at the one who seemed the most frightened. He paused, smiled, and continued pacing.

"Now, I don't know "bout ya'll, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of radiated water, fight my way through half of Sicily, and jump out of a F@#$' air-o-plane to teach the 'droids lessons in humanity. 'Droid ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a people-hatin', mass-murderin' maniac, and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every some b*Navi*h we find who looks like a garbage can, they're gonna die."

The man tossed his cigar onto the ground, stomping on it, without breaking a sweat in his pacing.

"Now, I'm the die-rect descendant of the mountain man, Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the androids, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the android won't not be able to help himself but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the android will be sickened by us, and the android will talk about us, and the android will fear us. And when the android shuts down at night, and he's tortured by his subconciousness for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with."

Aldo now stood right at the front, facing the group. "SOUND GOOD?"

"YES, SIR!"

"That's what I like to hear! But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred android command chips. And I WANT mah chips. And all ya'll will git me one hundred android chips, taken from the heads of one hundred dead androids. Or you will die tryin'..."

"Mobile Compy, unit 1, activating."

"Self diagnostic...please wait a moment...All systems are functioning within normal parameters."

"Good morning, Mobile Compy. Are you receiving data?"

"Program Lucifer has sent a message, my transceiver has received it. What are my orders?"

"Do what he says. Dismissed."

"Of course." Pop! Click! Whirrrrrrr...Compy strode out of the building. While she was one of the most sophisticated andriods around, it was still painfully obvious that she was not human. The giant, metallic helmet perched atop her head gave it away. She was looking for a man; she had data stored in her limited memory banks on him. Of course, with the rising factions of humans wanting her and others like her deactivated, her stakes were high. She stayed hidden as best as she could. She had to find another android to back her up.

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Meanwhile, a group of humans had found what seemed to be a young android, looking no older than 10 or 12. They were shooting at him, but they all were terrible shots. He needed an access port-any would do-so he could escape.

"Get him!"

"Destroy the android!" People shouted.

"Please wait, I'm on your side! I want to see the androids destroyed too! I'm not even an android!" The little boy cried, but the humans weren't having any of that. They kept chasing him. He was too slow to evade them, but he didn't want to fight them, because he didn't want to give them the wrong idea, even though his robot mode was what was getting him into the mess he was in. He pulled out what looked to be a PDA from his arm, and he pulled a cord out of his wrist and inserted it into the port on the device. He turned into an alleyway and his body completely shut off. He crashed into a few trashcans, which spilled debris everywhere, covering up his device. The humans went into the alley but saw that the little robot was offline, and left. A few moments later, his body started back up. "That was close." He said.

The droid leaned against a wall in an alleyway. He stared off into the distance at the sky. Sure, he heard the overly melevalant's orders. But what good did they do to him. Was he suppose to just wield his sword and start cutting people down in the streets? It didn't seem right at all. With everyone against anyone that didn't appear human, his obvious glowing fuel running under the surface of his skin would give him away. He couldn't just walk up to people and ask about an Issac Harper. He had already turned down the offer to have people follow him. That didn't seem the best idea to him at all. He had been following one of the other recruits or leaders or whatever Lucifer wanted to think of them as to another, not staying long. He knew the computer though of all the droids as no more then mear machines. Would he morn if one of them died. Does he fear the death Issiac carries? Or just wants to preserve himself. Even then, that was a sign of human qualities. Of life, being afraid to die.

And is these were human qualities, then why did he feel them. He was an android himself right? It made sense. hell, his entire arm was metal of sorts itself but even his body seemed almost alien to himself. Nothing seemed right after booting back up in that crater. He noticed the boy run into the ally and shut himself down. At first he just stared as the humans ran right by, then the boy reactivated himself in releif. The way he spoke. It was obvious he was what the humans wanted to kill, but in a way, he was his own person too. Not part of the massive army and legion the devil computer was making. He felt a tug at the back of his head. Curiosity? A want to follow the boy around, but he turned the opposite way and headed down the back ally.

((Yep, whoever is on the evil said and don't mind me following them is cool with me. If its cool with you x3))

Ardella had been hiding within the confines of her apartment room, dust filling the air, occasionally breaking the silence of the rooms with a cough. She'd been to scared to go out in public with an electronic device. No, last thing she needed. There'd be the seldom police siren that'd interrupt thoughts, that seemed to paint themselves in the yellow-golden air. Lucifer.exe. It was a name that echoed in her mind daily. She'd check the internet time to time on a tablet in her room, searching for survivors, but finding nothing but messages from the past. Messages in conversations that were cut so abruptly. "Hello", "How're you doin'", "Talk to you tomorrow", "Love you", all those words seemed to resonate as she would make her daily scour. Perhaps she had to check the grounds. For once, she had to leave safety of her home and go search for survivors.

She took a book bag, and shoved her tablet into it, ran out, locked the door, and was sure to check every inch of the ground she stepped on.

They were advancing upon the encampment, as fast as ever. The androids, with orders to shoot first and generally not ask any questions, flew in at high speed, guns raised and ready to burn the whole camp down when-
BAM!
The forerunner of the robots burst into an explosion, and the group began to scramble around. Suddenly, many shots rang out, and the robots began exploding all around in a firework of flaming metal bits.
"HAH! Eliminate THAT you piles of scrap!" A teen yelled from a watch tower, lowering his custom sniper rifle. A collective of various cheers and shouts rang out from the other 5 watch towers around the camp. "Good work guys, that'll keep 'em away til next week." T-kun said into his headset, as he climbed down the ladder of his watchtower and into a jeep, which he drove back to camp.
The camp was about 50 Acres, shaped like a large pentagonal figure of some sort. It used to be a cattle ranch before Lucifer.exe took over. Most of industrial Texas was quickly taken, but a decent amount of survivors were able to escape to the less populated areas and start similar encampments.
This particular encampment was one of the smaller ones, holding about 800 people. The food was grown there, and luckily Lucifer had not shut plumbing down just yet. The ranch was far enough out that it had its own generator, which gave them enough power to manage.
T-kun, the second youngest of the guard, drove back in his jeep to the main building, which was roughly the size of your average high school. It contained kitchens, bathrooms and showers, sleeping quarters, an armory, and several other rooms as well. Most of the supplies had either been "borrowed" from abandoned homes and stores, or smuggled from the city.
The main gates were open, so T-kun drove in and parked his jeep. He hopped out and walked back up to his room, where he put his gun away in his safe, and decided to go meet Espe down in the mess hall, where he almost certainly was. He knew he had probably beaten his friend, but he was still excited to know the final scores.

"Huff....hufff...." the apartment building was old and creaky. The floors could just as easily fall out from underneath the white haired old man as he shuffled swiftly down the hallway. He had been hiding here in America for about 5 years now, his expertise in robotics making him one of the most wanted men in the world. He wasn't apart of the group that made Lucifer.EXE, but a lot of his early ground breaking research in AI development did infact go into that monster's creation. As such, machine and man alike feared and desired his knowledge. All he could do was hide.
But his number was up. Hiding was no longer an option as the Lucifer program suddenly issued a command to essentially hunt down and kill any human that had any knowledge of the code that went into itself. Was the devil machine aware of Prof. Ishinomori's contributions to its making? If so, then the good Professor had little time. If not, then he was safe, but there was little reason to continue hiding.
He had heard that the killcode had been leaked. Some one some where had either found it or hacked it free. Bless their soul, it was unlikely they were still alive. But the codes were now existant and obtainable by man. But these codes alone wouldn't destroy the devil machine. Its army was rampent, and no doubt even getting close to an accessable terminal would be nigh on impossible. But if there was anything at all the Professor could do, he would put his neck on line to do it. He owed it to this horrid world he had helped to create.

As he shuffled his foot bent inward on its side. The old man lost all hope of balance and tumbled forward as he rounded the corner. A fall like this? At his age? Broken bones were assured. And with the nearest hospital taking hours to reach... It looked like the old man should have been more careful. It took a whole night of preparation to steel his nerves and mind so that he would finally leave his exile and isolation. But no sooner did his adventure start....it ended...

Or did it?

"UMPH!" the old man suddenly found himself on his rear end instead of his face. Something had ran into him, forcing back his fall and causing him to land with a much safer and lighter thud, however that something didn't fair quite as nicely...
A young girl laid across from him strewn out across the old dusty apartment hallway floor. The old man struggled to his feet with a loud groan, moving slowly to check on the girl. Androids could look very human these days...he knew that for a fact...
The girl appeared to be ok, just a little shaken up. A bag she held had slid across the floor as well, so the good Professor went to retrieve it for her but was shocked to see the bag held an old tablet that despite a few cracks appeared still operational. He handed the bag back over to the girl as she sat up, "You know..." his accent was thick but still understandable by most native english speakers, "It is dangerous to carry one of those around. You should be more careful."



"Did you hear?" the shorter hair boy questioned, "A human has the kill codes. Lucy sounds scared."
A much longer haired boy who could still pass as the first's twin sat quietly as he observed the lone encampment just barely with in view. He toddled about a small piece of scrap between his fingers.
"He's demanding a nationwide manhunt. Some kid named Issiac, orders are kill on sight." the shorter haired boy kicked a piece of metal that sat smolderig next to him.

The longer haired one finally spoke up in an ever so slightly deeper voice, "But those aren't our orders are they Kaishi?"
The standing Kaishi let out a bit of a sigh, "Yeah... I guess not. But it definitely sounds more fun then this rebel extermination stuff. I mean, don't you ever wish we could get another assignment Shoryo?"
The squating Shoryo stood, brushing his hair out of his eyes, "All the time..." If there was anything past that, Kaishi couldn't hear it as Shoryo began a sprint toward the Rebel's camp. The younger brother struggling to catch back up.

As they ran side by side, nothing about their appearance or behavior made them look anything more than human. That was nothing but an on-the-surface lie. They were machines built for the purpose of destruction.
Kaishi was a seige tool, able to cause the same amount of structural damage as a 100 man army, but never really did well when combatting humans on his own. He left barren fields in his wake.
Shoryo on the other hand was the opposite, an assassin built to get in and get out. You could just as easily stop him with a wall as you could any weapon. But in a hand to hand fight, he could slaughter hundreds and show no sign of fatigue. He left ghost towns in his wake.
Between the two of them, they had successfully wiped out over 200 rebel encampments together. These were orders passed to them by Lucifer himself. They were elite soldiers in his 'Army of Perfection' as he called it. But the truth was, they didn't just do it cause he told them to. No, they did it cause they wanted to. They were weapons made before Lucifer took power. Tools of man built to do exactly what they already were doing, kill. To them it was a delicious irony, completing the goals they were created to do, but in a manner that put no evil human above them. They never questioned if Lucifer was right or not, but they knew for a fact that no human ever was. A race that could make something as vile as these two brothers who existed for no other purpose than to exterminate...deserved to die themselves...

As they approached the human base hidden somewhere in the heartland of a state called Texas, their very tones changed.
"HEY! Hey! Help us!"
"Yeah! Help us out! We were prisoners of that last group of mechheads you just scrapped!"
"Let us in!"
So long as they didn't activate their internal powers...they looked, sounded, acted, and even felt no differently from any human being.
They would let the brothers in with out issue. There had yet to come across a camp that didn't.

A young man walked down what was once a popular highway. He took his time, staring at everything in his immediate vicinity. The light brown, radiated clouds completely blocked out the dark sky, as usual. But hey, living in a barren wasteland isn't all bad. It sort of...grows on you. The young man smiled, despite the sky looking dark and evil, as always.

However, he then passed what once were cars. The young man stopped in his tracks, carefully sidestepping them. Who knows what could be inside those things? Will they turn into giant killer robots or something? Thoughts rushed in the boy's head as his heart raced.

"Um...L-let's turn on some tunes. Yeah, that'll make me feel better." The young man said out loud. He opened his suitcase, finding a radio inside. He flipped the switch, and turned to one of the only stations left on the air. A song had just started to play. It was called "Sit and Dream." This was one of the boy's favorites, and he often requested for it to be played. He remembered singing it with his mother and brother when they were worryed about Dad. It was incredibly old, however, with only a few working records left. He hummed along to the words.

Sleep, go to sleep

Just lie down your weary head

Dream, sweetly dream

Dream about tomorrow instead

Sleep, go to sleep

Whisperin' a lullaby tune

Dream, sweetly dream

Swinging with the man in the moon

Why don't you go

Down where the Sandman plays

And take it slow

'Cause you can doze all day

And you don't know

That when you finally wake

All your lovely dreams will come true

So just close your eyes

Listen to a sweet lullaby

Sleep, softly sleep

And let the world go by...

The young man felt tears in his eyes. It was such a beautiful song.

"Ah. Simply graceful, simply stunning." The station host said. It sounded like he was crying too. "I hope this helps all you listeners look at the bright side of life today. Just hope, and things will work out. Until next time, you stay classy, America, your spirit is still strong."

The young man had enough. He turned off the radio, feeling his eyes about to overflow. He closed his eyes and took a breather for just a second, before he decided to read over the order yet again.

"M...Mibe Polma? I can't even read this guy's handwriting." The young man sighed. All he knew was that this "Mibe Polma" was some sort of military higher-up, and he was in Tennessee. A long way from the Big Apple. Or, as it's called now, the Big Applesauce. Ever since Lucifer attacked, the apple's been crushed.

It was still a long way to go, but Rocko enjoyed the walk. It gave him time to think, even though his past regrets tormented him endlessly.

You shouldn't have left home that day...

You could have fended them off...

Mom...

Dad...

You're in danger, they can find you...

Rocko shook his head. Must press on, this laser cannon must get to its destination.

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"You clumsy little pussies!"

Aldo kept on barking at the Basterds as they ran through a makeshift obstacle course.

"Come on, ya'lls granmama kin do beddar! When I get mah laser cannon, ya'll in for hell! You'll be bright-eyed n' bushy-tailed enough to run then, I bet!"

Aldo scowled at his men. How would they escape an android when they can't even hop over tires, running from a motorized garbage can? He couldn't wait to get his hands on that cannon, then he'd finally be able to leave this stupid little playground and kick some real lower part of the metal object that androids expel waste from.

Two young men were on the second floor of a building. They seemed rather calm, but the sense of paranoia was still so thick it could be cut with a knife. One man had long black hair with blond locks mixed in with it and sat cross legged on the ground with a sheathed katana leaning on his left shoulder. The other one has short black hair and wore what looked like to be a handsomely expensive suit.

"So Will. Have you figured out why we got stationed here?" The tan Asian asked.

"Not quite sure yet, but by the looks of it we'll have our job cut out for us." Will said staring out the window at the abandoned city.

"What makes you think so?" The long haired man asked.

"It's just that feeling Adrien. Hopefully it's another easy job, but I have my doubts." Will turned around and drew a long barreled black pistol in his left hand and a white one into his right hand. "We shouldn't hang around in one spot for too long since who knows what could be out there." He jogged lightly to the door and peeked out.

Adrien got up and fastened his katana onto his right hip and walked after his partner and step-brother.

In a room of an abandoned building, Robert flattened his back against the wall as he gently pushed a ragged curtain slightly away from the window. He inched his face closely to it until he could see out. A sliver of light poured in from the small crack and landed over his right eye, the rest of his face covered in shadows as he peered out the window.

Jim sat cross-legged on the floor as he worked on a few bombs, pieces of metal were scattered around him.
Robert walked away from the window and went to a table were two guns and a katana lay. He grabbed them and strapped them on.

“Brother?” Jim asked, looking up.

“Pack your things. We’re leaving.”

“Already? Why?”

“Well we can’t stay in one place for long and I’m starting to get a bad feeling.”

“Ok.” Jim said, scooping up his pieces of metal and bombs. He put the metal inside a black case and attached his bombs to his belt before throwing a backpack over his shoulders.

Robert nodded at Jim. “Let’s go.” He said before the two brothers walked out of the room.

As soon as the brothers were outside they checked their surroundings to make sure no androids were watching them then walked down the street.

The droid continued down a few blocks, listening to the people, the streets, the humming of electricity in the air and through various machines that hadn't been destroyed. A few street lights here and there. A store sign, glowing a neon color or two. His eyes caught sight of the strange woman. Like the boy he had ran into earlier, a different make of machine or android or something. He, grabbed her wrist gently and pulled he back into the ally with a swift motion, had her pinned slightly against the wall., staring out into the street. "It is not safe to wonder about the streets." His eyes shifted back slightly to stare at her. "We are in the same flock. Two creations no longer wanted around."

He relaxed slightly and turned to face her, his ponytail twirled around with his moments before settling back against his backside. "I apologize for the suddenly behavior. I already witnessed a horde chase down one of us already. The safest place is to stay back in the dark here." His hands rested in his pockets. His immitation of human bevahoir was more advanced then the unit in front of him. But they were both part of the same side. A peice of machine, not even offered a choose in the matter of the war. "You are going after Issaic? To track him down for the code?" Bara stopped a moment, something nagged at the back of his head. He thought it was strange that this happened. Machines don't get nagging, but he knew there was more in him then wires and programmings. Whatever it was had to be the reason he had questions that he didn't know. "May I come along with you? We both can't easily walk about like others can."

Issiac kept hidden in this makeshift hideout, only to hear the sounds of androids passing by, all with some orders to kill off someone perhaps? This only made him stay longer, huddled near the wall, with his backpack on his lap.

"Perhaps he is not here."

"Agreed."

"Delta 3 here, no sign of Harpor, over."

Issiac sighed when he head them leave, but he quickly rooted into his backpack, finding a flashlight, blanket, 3 cans of food, a knife, and his notepad. He wrote in it like a journal, starting from day one.

Day one, year 2074.

The first day out here, hopefully something that is human could appear, or even an animal would be a comfortable thought. This unfair advantage of supplies for me might not do me any good, hopefully I can get some more food later on. I might finish writing before I open this can of chili.

Might not keep the important things in here, maybe perhaps the events, never the killcodes, since some droid might find this, and end me. The lack of humans here really irk me to find someone to talk with, a person to at least have a conversation with, I need a friend.

Why must I need a friend? it gets lonely, even if the person is a droid or not, I need someone to talk with.

Issiac then stopped writing, and went to open his dinner, knowing tomorrow was going to be busy.

Meanwhile....

Lucifer seemed to loom over the constant reports of "No Issiac" to "Lord Lucifer, we need more spare parts." All these seemed to make it more and more frustrated.

"I mustn't try to kill myself, I only released to order 2 hours, 45 minutes, 30 seconds ago, so of course they'd all have problems with something besides themselves." He clicked to himself, still completing the many complaints and reports from it's underlings.

Ardella took the bag back, shocked, before looking around and zipping up the bookbag quickly."Thanks..." She slid it over your back. "Are... Are there more people?"

Espe watched as T-kun walked into the room with the pomp and swagger of someone who's about to lose. Hard. "How many did you down today, eh? Two? Four?" Espe said, grinning like a madman. He took this game to heart. "Thirty-two. Which is more than you, of course."

"Thirty-two? Damn I knew I was short. I only counted 28. But that's just four, I'll beat you next time." T-kun said, point at Espe. Suddenly a loud voice came on the intercom.
"Guard, report to the staff room immediately." said the familiar voice of one of the leaders of the camp. Looking at each other curious, the two head out and walked to the staff room in the building next to them.

"Ah, good, you're here." said one of the leaders. "Two young boys are at the gate of our camp, claiming to be prisoners of the robots we destroyed.
"That's new, I've never heard of robots taking prisoners." T-kun said, thinking of the many times they had done similar wipeouts of robot forces.
"Yes it is odd, but as a policy we do need to take them in. I called the guard here to alert you to be on your toes. They don't look untrustworthy, but Lucifer doesn't know the difference between playing fair, and playing dirty." he paused, looking grave.
"T-kun, Espe. You two should accompany them back to camp and show them around. Keep a close eye on them for today, and after they're in bed, report back to me." The leader said to the two teens.
"Yes sir, we'll go immediately." T-kun said, leaving the room with Espe. After the leader was out of earshot, T-kun sighed.
"I can't believe they're making us babysit, that's not a job for a guard..."
And with that though, they drove down to the gate. It slowly rumbled open, and the two walked out to greet the boys.
"Hello there, I'm T-kun and this is my assistant Espe. We're here to bring you back to camp and show you around, if you intend to stay." T-kun said, looking at the two slightly foreign looking boys.

The Professor furled his brow a bit as he ducked in close to the girl's ear, "To be honest, I doubt it. Frankly I'm surprised to being running into another human being myself. This city is all but devoid of life...Machine central."

Making sure their little trade of blows didn't alert anyone, the old man couldn't help but peek back over the corner that he had just rounded. Nothing yet...Good.
"What exactly are you doing here any how? It isn't safe here at all." he looked behind him once more, sort of a nervous habit by this point, "Here, lets walk and talk. We have to keep moving if we're to stay alive."
He didn't know this girl by any means. But she was young and alone, something he couldn't help but sympathize with, so he had no problem escaping as far the apartment with her. After that though...it would be difficult sneaking about with company tagging along. But could he really just abandon this girl once they made it out of the apartment? He tried not to nurture the thought.



"Woah! Welcome wagon and everything! Cool." the short haired teen applauded.
His longer haired brother extended his hand, "Name's Shoryo, this is my brother Kaishi. We come from a family of refugees that was attacked a couple of days ago. I don't know why they let us live as prisoners, but I doubt they would have kept us alive for much longer...Thanks"
Kaishi couldn't help but chime in, "Probably because we're such badass mechanics. From what I heard them saying, their supplies get stretched thin down in these parts. They aren't like humans, they can't just heal over night. They need parts and people to put them on. But I don't see any assembly lines around here! Not a bad place to set up camp if I don't say so myelf!"
Shoryo just kind of shrugged, "You'll have to excuse my brother, he suffers from severe talkarhea. But he's right. This is probably the safest haven for miles...We'd appreciate if we were allowed to stay here for just a couple of days. Just long enough for us to get back on our feet and maybe in touch of some relatives further up north. I hope their ok..."

It was starting to get dark already, and Rocko was getting tired. "Gah...I'm gonna turn into a hunchback if I don't put this package down somewhere." But, courier policy states that packages are not to be let go of until delivery. I mean, the world's going through a nuclear holocaust, cardboard could be eaten away by some sort of evolved cockroach if it barely touches dirt.

"Let's see... 786...787...788..." Rocko mumbled, looking at the delivery codes on the few buildings as he passed. "Ah! Here we are, 789. This must be the place."

He walked up to the small shack's door, but before he could so much as knock, he heard a shotgun cock. Rocko immediately dropped his suitcase and put his hands up.

"Woah dere, buddy. Whaddaya think yer doin' on my property?" A voice said from behind him.

Oh, great. A drunk redneck. "Mibe Polma, I presume?" Rocko said, failing at maintaining a courier's required politeness.

"S'cuse me?"

"Are you the guy who wanted that LC?"

"Well, yes siree. How's about you jus' put it in front a me, nice and slow-like, m'kay?"

Rocko turned around to face his customer. He had a small, black mustache, and he was wearing a military uniform, except the symbols seemed pretty bizarre for an American infantryman. His shotgun seemed to have some sort of writing on the handle, but it couldn't be seen from Rocko's angle.

Rocko bent down and opened his case. He set the rather large package onto the ground, right in front of the man. "There's your delivery, sir. I believe I require payment?" He was rather nervous to say that at gunpoint, but it was, again, another stupid, corrupt USPS policy, and Rocko hated breaking rules, even if they were wrong.

"How 'bout you jus' shut yet mouth and let me test this sucker out first?" The man said, chuckling. "Don't you dare move, or you'll be this bad boy's first victim."

The man put down his shotgun and opened his delivery. He pulled out a huge red cannon-like object. It, obviously, was about as big as a human arm. The man strapped it on. A perfect fit.

"...You know what? Follow me out back real quick." The man said suddenly, motioning for Rocko to follow behind him. Oh dear God, this cannot be good.

The man stood, his form obscured by the building. He aimed his new weapon at a garbage can on wheels, that for some reason, was chasing a group of men in similar uniforms to the man's.

A bright flash of light shot out of the cannon, without much of a sound. Within seconds, all that was left of the can was a couple of pieces of shrapnel and some moldly rubber blobs where the wheels were.

"What the hell was that?" One of the men said.

"MAH NEW TOY!" The man yelled over with a laugh. He walked on over to examine the damage. A small circle of ash appeared around the blast area, the dirt forced down into a crater ever so slightly. He picked up a molten wheel. It melted slightly in his hand, and smoked a bit, but it was only a little warm. He made his way back to the baffled courier.

"Lissen here, city boy. Get your ass outta here if you don't want this to be yer head!" He held up the blob for comparison.

"S-sir, if I don't return with payment, I'll be fired."

"You think that's mah problem? You think yer some kinda big shot? Dat shit don't fly down here, no."

"Alright, alright, just calm down, Mr. Polma."

"Call me Aldo, ye little spaz." Aldo leaned his face in close towards Rocko's, with a much more serious expression. "Now, if ye don't be wantin' no trouble...GIT ON YER LITTLE F@#$' CITY-BRED RABBIT FEET, AND RUN HOME TO YER MOMMA!" Aldo flicked the young man's hat, causing it to hang onto his head strangely.

Rocko got the message, and backed off. He noticed the other men pull out their guns. He dashed into the barren yard. He had to get out of here, and fast.

He went to grab his suitcase, but another uniformed man picked it up. "Let's see whatcha got in here!" He emptied Rocko's belongings all over the porch. Money, food, and water bottles fell out. "Hey! I need that stuff!" Rocko shouted rather pathetically.

The man punched him right in the nose. Rocko felt a surge of pain rush to his face. Blood poured out of his nose like a waterfall. He awkwardly ran to the middle of the road.

"Nice goin', Donny!" Aldo laughed, high-fiving the man who punched him.

"Run, little rabbit, run!" The men all chanted.

Rocko ran far away from the cabin, just enough to be safe from gunfire, but not enough to drown out their mocking.

Aldo cupped his hands around his mouth, delivering one final message to Rocko. "CATCH YA ON THE FLIP FLOP, CITY BOY! TELL YER FRIENDS YOU JUST DEALT WITH THE BASTERDS!"

Rocko felt his now empty suitcase strike him in the back of the head, knocking him down. Even empty, it was still heavy as hell, since it was an official armored government suitcase.

Rocko picked up his suitcase. He sighed. Now what was he gonna do? His nose was most likely broken, he had no supplies to make it through the night, and he had no money to give to his boss. This courier system was full of flaws.

Rocko clutched his nose, trying to stop the blood flow, giving him quite an awkward stance. He let his suitcase drag on the ground behind him as he pulled it. He did his best to adjust his hat.

After hours of walking, Rocko was about to pass out. Suddenly, he saw a town in the distance. It looked abandoned, but there had to be something there that could help him. It looked as if androids had recently ransacked it. Rocko shivered at the thought.

He stopped near the middle of town. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

(Don't worry, Aldo will not be using the laser cannon much at all in this RP. He'll only use it if the situation absolutely calls for it. Besides, he much prefers his trademark shotgun, anyway.)

Compy was startled when Bara found her out of the blue. It was a human trait that she was programmed with so she'd blend in more. She guessed that her creators forgot about the helmet she wore. "I was looking for another android." She said. "I know that I shouldn't have been out in the open, but I've been relatively inconspicuous. I would appreciate it if you helped me look for this Issac Harpor."

Techno-Kun was trying to find at least one human that didn't want him destroyed. So far, he had no luck. He had been shot at, laser blasted-the works. He was sitting in an alleyway, repairing himself using the light that came from his holographic wings as his only means of sight. "I'm not even an android, I'm a computer program..." he said, as he polished up his body and used scraps of other technologies he found to repair his damages. "I guess that Program Lucifer gives the rest of the computer programs a bad name too..."He said. Once he had patched himself up and looked pretty much good as new, he went back out, in search of someone that wouldn't shoot at him.

Neon-XN2 poked her head out of a broken window when she heard Rocko’s voice. Her eyes scanned the area until they stopped when they landed on the boy. Her glowing mouth curved upwards into a twisted smile.

“Oh goodie…new prey. Heeheehee…and this one is wounded, my lucky day.” She said before she climbed onto the window sill and jumped down and landed on top of a dumpster a few feet from Rocko.

“I’m here.” She said as she raised her hands and two sets of razor sharp claws grew out. She jumped off the dumpster and started to slowly walk to the horrified boy.
“Heeheehee. You poor thing, you look horrible…allow me to put an end to your misery!” She cried before she charged at him only to take a bullet to her leg. She fell face first to the ground but quickly regained her composure. “Who the hell did that?!”

Robert stepped out of the shadows of a building, aiming one of his guns at Neon-XN2. “I did you piece of shit.”

Jim stepped to his brother’s side, bombs in hands. “Hey there little droid, wanna see what it’s like getting blown up?” He asked.

“Oh great, humans with weapons. And I’m wounded…” Neon-XN2 muttered. “Heh, just try to land a hit on me human.”

Robert cocked his gun. “I’ve already got one bullet in your leg. Getting another should be easy.” He said before he started firing rounds at the red droid.

Neon-XN2 began to run around at blinding speeds and dodged every single bullet.

“Dammit…this thing’s fast…” Robert muttered as he continued to fire.

Neon-XN2 ran to a building and dug in her claws into the wall and started to climb it. When she reached the top she grabbed the ledge and swung herself to the roof.
“You humans are lucky that my leg is damaged! But once I get it repaired you’re all in for it! I’ll have all of your heads as gifts to Lord Lucifer!” And with that the droid sped away.

Robert sighed and put his guns away and walked to Rocko. He didn’t have to test if he was a robot or not, the fact that Neon tried to kill him and blood coming out of his nose said it all. “Wow, your nose looks pretty bad. Don’t worry we’ll get it fixed in no time.” Robert said. Since Rocko looked like he was about to faint at any second Robert picked him up and he and Jim headed into a building where they made camp for the night.

"Not clearly visible or attracting attention. Your helmet tells another story." He looked back out towards the street. "You know about as much as I probably do. We can not exactly ask around for him. I have been thinking. Unless you know something better, we may find some lead in a library. A record of where he is from or what he may look like. It would be better then roaming about the ally ways." He said, looking down ever so slightly to meet her eyes. He reached out his golden and natural hand, "My name is Bara."

"Well," She started, her voice low, nearly breathless. "I've been thinking about all this. You see, everyday I'll quickly search around the internet, trying to find any activity I can to find others out there. Others that may lead us to at least getting back on our feet after... you know..." She looked at the population-ridden city. The world was certainly more vacant, more desolate without hundreds upon thousands of pairs of feet to cover all the ground that was now choking on the dry air. "I've seen very little activity on the internet, mostly androids and robots... Or robots trying to be human..."

Rocko must have passed out sometime after he met the strange duo, and they saved him from that android. His first thought waking up was that maybe he should've just let those men kill him. It would have been much more tolerable to be killed by a person than by a machine, and now he might not be able to use his nose the same way ever again.

Rocko opened his eyes. He noticed a large bandage over his nose. He tried touching it, but he couldn't feel his nose very well. At least the blood had stopped flowing.

He saw the two who had saved him. He didn't know if it was safe to talk, but he choked out a simple "Who are you?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I am not anybody's assistant. Least of all yours, T-kun." Espe turned to the refugees. "Excuse him. He suffers from chronic stupid. It's a side effect of being around me so much. I'm so much more better than him in every way it kills brain cells." He said, absolutely dead serious.

Robert was busy sharpening his katana when he heard Rocko spoke. “Hm? Oh, good, you’re awake.” He said before he grabbed a bottle of warm water off the table he was sitting at and walked over to him.

“My name is Robert Crenal, the blond working with some scraps of metal is my brother, Jim.” He said, kneeling down and giving the water to Rocko.

Jim looked up when he heard his name and waved at the two. “Well hello thar.” He said with a smile.

“So, what’s your name and who did that to your nose?” Robert asked, looking back at Rocko.

Ignoring the general outburst of insult, T-kun smiled and said, "Don't worry guys, that shouldn't be a problem." He then walked over to the jeep and waved for them to join him. They drove back to the base to begin the tour around the base.
"This is the mess hall, where we eat our delicious food. These are the showers and bathrooms, and over there is the rec area. Over there are the dorms, you two don't mind sharing a room with a bunk do you?" T-kun asked the two.