"Huh…? Where am I?''. I take a look around, only to find myself in a dark room. Confused, I feel around with my cold, metal grabbers, until my visors get blinded by a bright light. Adjusting for for the light, my visual sensors finally make clear where I am. I am on a ship. A new ship. I'm no longer on that cursed shop station with the other slaves. Instead, Im on what appears to be on a Federation class Kestral ship.
"I thought they stopped production on these years ago.", I thought to myself. I hear voices. Some sound like human, others, I'm not sure. I walk out of the dark room. I turn around to see where I was, and see a glowing sign that says, "Warp Room". "Huh", I think. "I must have been bought by someone and warped onto their ship. I look around, and take careful steps as to not attract attention.
"I need to be careful. I don't know who bought me, and I don't want to make them made". I think to myself, "Why would they want me? All we Engi are good for are engine repairs, and I'm not even good at that.". My thinking circuits start going into overdrive. "Oh no, they could want my parts! Are they going to scrap me? Am I going to die here?!''. "Calm down," I tell myself, "I need to figure out who bought me and why."
I walk slowly around the ship, making sure not to make noise, though its hard when you have metal feet. I hear the voices again and start to head towards them. The place looks like a mess. There are bits of what look to be rock everywhere and pieces of trash left right and center. I open a sliding door and walk closer towards the voices. As I walk, I see what appears to be two, small…, tombstone? The first reads, "R.I.P Brit. He was a great man." The second one reads, "R.I.P Brit II. He was a great Rock-Man." I don't want to know what happened there. I walk to the last door. The voices are very loud now, but still inaudible. My mechanical heart starts to beat. I shudder to think who could lie beyond this door. For safe measures, I rip a pipe from the wall. I don't think they'll miss it. I finally work up the courage to open the door.
It slides open, and there I see three people sitting at a table. Well, two Humans and one,...Rock-man-thing. One of the Humans, a male, stands up from the table and starts towards me. Just before he can say anything, I hit him over the head with the pipe.
"OW!", he exclaims, "What the hell was that for?!". "Sorry sorry sorry!", I say, dropping the pipe and trying to help the injured man. "I thought you might be some sort of creep or someone who was gonna scrap me!". I help the man up, and our eyes, or, well, his eyes and my visor, meet. It was love at true sight.
His eyes glistening like a ice blue ocean. His skin like the white moon of Zandor 4-6X. His hair, like the deep red of a Lanius blood bath. He was perfect, he IS perfect, and I hit him over the head with the pipe. "Idiot", I think, "Just of me to attack the most beautiful person ever. "This is exactly why no slave owners ever kept me."
"I am sooo sorry! Are you okay?". "Yeah, I'm fine," he says, "only a small bruise. Good thing I got that metal plate in my head, He he!". "Oh my Programmer! He's part metal too!", I think to myself. This guy is perfect. I help him up, and he explains why I'm here and introduces me to everyone.
"This is Tori, She is the other human. She helps with maintaining the weapons. Don't get on her bad side, or you'll regret it, Ha ha!. This is our designated Rockman, Brock Lee! He helps with shields and is our co-pilot. And I'm L. P .Maverick, the captain of this fine ship, the RMS Titanic 2!". Wow, his voice is like smooth butter on a fried mantis leg. "Oh, well, It's nice to meet all of you, but why do you need me?". Cap. Maverick states that they need an engineer to help maintain the ships engines and other tech. "Oh no," I think to myself, "I'm terrible at engineering though! Just because I'm an Engi he thinks I can do it. I need to play along though, so I don't get returned to the station again, and so I can be with Maverick." . "Oh yeah, sure, I can do that, totally! No problem!". "Great!" Cap. Maverick says, "You can start working right away Miss…".
"Oh, I don't have a name. Not a real one anyway. I've always just been called 4W-W3. It was my slave number." I say with a sad tone in my voice. "Well, how about we call you Emma! I think that's a fitting name, don't you?". Emma. I like that name. And if Maverick likes it, Then I like it even more. "Well, Welcome aboard Miss Emma, Glad to have you!" Maverick leaves the room. I am filled with joy. Finally, I have a place to call home, and maybe one day, a man to call husband." I hear Maverick yelling, "Hey! Who took the Oxygen pipe?!". Woops.