Heres the first chapter of the reboot! As you can see i changed the name of the story. From now on each chapter will be atleast 1,00 words long if not more. This one is a bit less though. If you see any typos, please tell me. I looked over this quite a few times and had my brother look over this but there might still be some. Also, please feel free to tell me what i can do better! I must learn to be an amazing writer! 78's voice will allways be in italics. Enjoy!
Explosions left and right. My comrades were drooping like flys…er… robotic flys. Very big robotic flys with guns and are shooting at some mercenaries.
I duck behind a rock and check how much flamethrower fuel I have left. Very little.
Peaking out behind a rock a spot our opponents engineer. His sentry had been sapped and he was now working on putting up a dispenser. He would be an easy target.
I dash out from behind the bolder and charge the oblivious engineer, my finger itching to let loose a wave of flames.
Suddenly, I hear a shout behind me and all went black.
Warning. Critical condition. Power save mode: on
Powering on. Designation: P-0078. Model: PyroBot. Objective: Destroy all of RED team. Condition: Critical.
My body was spasming. There must be some serious damage for it to do that. But wait, I was online, why couldn't I see?
I wave one of my shaking hands in front of my face. I couldn't see it! My optical sensors must be out. That is going to cause some problems.
With some difficulty I manage to to feel around my surroundings. Or, as well as a robot can feel. Our sense of feeling is more of texture, heat, and pressure. However, this minimal amount of touch gave me a simple idea of where is was. I was clearly not outside.
The ground was hard, cold, and had a rough texture... like concrete. There defiantly wasn't any sort of soil or organic life.
I struggle to sit up. I might be able to to get a better idea of where I was if I could feel farther around me.
Joints clicking, I attempt to stand. My attempt utterly fails and I hit the ground with a hard, "THUMP!"
I use a shaking hand to again sit myself up. It seemed walking was out of the question. But crawling might not be.
I flip over onto my chest and try to get my legs under me. Sadly that failed. My legs must be more damaged than I thought. Ill have to just drag myself around, and that's what I did.
I would need a serious paint job after this.
I could feel the heat from the sparks that flew as I dragged myself along. It was slow progress, but soon I hit a wall.
Its possible that the "wall" I hit was just a vertical pice of metal or whatever it was. Dang, it was annoying being blind. You cant tell what anything is!
I slither along the wall until I meet another wall. Repeating the process a few times I discover the room which I was is fairly large. Possibly a workshop of some kind? I had found a few things that felt like tools.
Being so concentrated on finding how big the room was, I completely forgot to find a door.
I am such an idiot.
I again drag myself along the walls until I find a small indent in the wall. I reach up the indent and search for the doors handle.
"Where is it?" I growl. This was getting really annoying.
Eventually I found it. I felt like yelling out in joy… That was until I realized it was one of those round door handles. The ones they use inside a house… Or to the office of Master Grey…ALL HAIL THE MAKER!
Robots cant open these doors. Our hands cant grip the handle. They just slip off.
WHY DID THE DOOR NOB HAVE TO BE ROUND!?
Normally I would just break down a door I cant open, however, not being able to stand makes that almost impossible. I also cant burn it down because I don't have my flamethrower.
Letting out an electronic sigh and lean up against the door. I will have to conserve power. Best to shut down… Power save mode: ON. Shutting down.
"THUMP!" Ah! Gosh dan…
"What in tarnation? How did you get here?" I froze and did my best to stop my body from spasming. If I moved, whoever spoke will know that I have not been terminated. He might terminate me.
I I feel hands gran onto my arms and give a pull.
"Dang thing is heavy." Sighed the voice as he dropped my arms. "Ah suppose Ah might have to get help… but, what will the team think if they see Ah have a 'bot here?" I could here the man tap his foot in thought. "Ah'll just have to move it mah'self."
I again was grabbed and an attempt to drag me started again, however, this time I was moved. Slowly, but I was being moved.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to prevent my body from spasming. Hopefully whoever was in the room with me would leave.
That was when I couldn't stop it anymore.
My body began spasming and I heard the man give a shout and a crash. He must have stumble back and hit something.
I hear the click of a gun being cocked.
"W-w-wa-aitzzzz!" I gasp in my damaged voice, "I-I me-e-eanzzz n-no-o-o-o hzzzarm-m-m!"