(Greetings everyone!
Here's the first chapter of my newest story! This is just a draft, I'll be re-working it in the future, so please tell me how I can improve. Thanks for reading!)
It was a normal day on planet earth. The people were living their lives, the world was spinning, and everyone was fairly happy. This was about to change, for up high, orbiting Earth, was an alien spaceship. It was in the shape of a large grey hand, its metal shone in the light of the sun. In it, in a small room, too dark for anything to be seen except for the cylindrical pod standing upright, bolted to the wall. A light flashed from a bulb in the ceiling, alarms sounded, and cold mist began to shroud inside the pod.
There was a hiss, and the pod opened, the mist pouring out of it. There was a click and a hum, then a green triangle glowed in the shroud. A feminine robotic voice spoke.
"Start-up sequence complete. Unit P3R1. Online. Running systems diagnosis. Power core, online. Motor functions, online. Weapon systems, online. Voice module, online, Personality Matrix, offline."
The robot stepped out of its pod. It was taller than most humans, it was plated in a green shiny metal everywhere except for what a human would call hair. On its 'head' it had a large yellow plated triangle, meant for dispersing the heat of the power core and the central computers. Its eyes were camera lenses, light up green like headlights. Its mouth was strange, it was made of metal, yet moved like flesh. Its arms and legs were thin, but ended in large feet and hands. Its green fingers hovered a bit below the flat bases of the hands. It stood there, waiting for commands, alone in the small, dark space. Before long, a door opened, and a shadowy figure marched up to P3R1. It inspected it for a moment, before leaving it alone in the room again.
"Orders received. Calculating route to objective." It whirred for a moment. "Calculation completed. Route planned. Taking route to objective."
The robot began to move, slowly, and clunky. It walked to a another grey metal cylinder in a corner of the small room, and raised its right arm. The fingers floated towards a panel on the cylinder, and tapped away at different buttons. Dim red lights shone, bringing a low light to the room, showing just how cramped it was. It was about five meters in length and width, and filled with machinery. The fingers retracted, and cylinder opened with a hiss. The P3R1. Unit stepped in, and turned to face the room.
"Starting launch sequence." It said. A low rumble began sound, and the room shook. The cylinder closed, leaving the robot in what would have been pitch black if it wasn't for the lights in its eyes.
"Launching in 3.. 2.. 1" There was a shake, and the cylinder dropped from the room. It soared down a metallic tunnel, then into nothingness. One side of the cylinder turned transparent, and P3R1. Unit could see the spaceship it had once been in. It turned its head, and observed the objective. It was a planet, below average size. It was blue, green, and white. It was Earth.
The Pod began to fall away from the ship, and towards the planet. The heat began to rise, a warning alarm sounded, and the pod turned opaque.
"Adjusting route." The P3R1. Unit said. "Route fou-" The pod rocked, making the robot smack the back of its head against the cold metal of the landing pod.
"Personality Matrix…. Online." It said. Consciousness flooded it, it took a moment to come to terms with its self-awareness, but when it did, it made no difference. It had a job to do, a job it believed in. A warning sign in an alien language appeared in the robot's vision. It roughly translated to 'Warning: damage to hull detected. Landing Pod C8 will open prematurely at 5000 meters above the surface, authorisation code: 05D-3XC'
Another warning appeared, this one that the distance to the surface was reaching 5000 metres. There was a crack, and the pod split cleanly in half. The robot did something as close as a robot could to flinching, before the two halves of the pod flipped outwards, leaving P3R1. Unit in the vast dark sky, falling towards the Earth. It could see the lights of a town below it. The ocean on either side, and it ended at a hill. It planned its course down, into the grasslands further inland, and initiated configuration 'heli' on its floating fingers. The fingers formed lines, which began to spin on the flat palms. P3R1. Unit smiled a little, as its speed towards the ground began to drop. This smile was wiped as it hit the ground with tremendous force, making a large crater.
It took the P3R1. Unit a few seconds to bring its personality matrix back to reality. It scanned itself and assessed the damages. Its right leg was in pieces, and its head was caved in. Luckily, the power core wasn't broken, cracked, or even touched. It configured its right arm into a blow torch, the fingers in a straight line coming off the palm, except the last finger, which was bent down a little. A small flame shone out of the end of the bent finger. The robot spent the next half an hour getting itself back in working condition, un-denting, rewiring, and fixing its broken parts. As it did this it accessed all the known knowledge on the human race, the dominant species on the planet. The database informed P3R1. Unit that the human race was a simplistic self-centred species, all of them only did things for themselves. P3R1 frowned as it reflected this. Such a primitive, barbaric race, it thought, they knew nothing of serving other. P3R1 smiled. It knew what it meant to serve, it did it every moment of its existence. It's what it was made to do. It finished the repairs, and stood up, testing its newly reformed leg. When it was satisfied with its efficiency, it slowly climbed out of the smoking crater.
The lights from the town and from the moon made the ocean sparkle, like a thousand fireworks were exploding under the waves. P3R1 stared at it for a while, until something happened. It was strange, unlike anything that had ever happened to it before. It did a system scan, which came up with no problems, no faults. P3R1. Unit was perplexed by this strange indescribable thing that had just happened. It was feeling. P3R1. Unit purged these thoughts from its database. It had no time for this, it had a job to do.
"Activating hologram shell." It said. After a moment, the robot flickered, then it began to shine, bright white light pouring out of every surface. When the light slowly died out, the robot was gone, and a woman stood there. She had big yellow hair in the shape of a triangle, she wore glasses with green lenses. Her skin was quite pale, like she'd never been out in the sun before. She wore a bored expression, her eyes were unblinking, her mouth was a slight frown. She wore a green t-shirt with a comical alien head on it, and long dark blue jeans.
P3R1. Unit looked out at the city. It analysed, and found the target, a power station crucial to the electricity system of the town. When it was eliminated, the town would be thrown into chaos, and if the other units around the globe did their jobs, so would the world, allowing the invasion to occur without resistance. P3R1. Unit smiled, and began walking towards the town.