Author: xVashtaNeradax
Category: TV Shows Knight Rider
Disclaimer: OCs Kasey and Sloane are copyright myself, I will enforce it. Knight Rider universe characters belong to Glen Larson.
Genre(s): Sci-Fi/Adventure
Pairing(s): None right now
Rating: T for now, other chapters may vary
Summary: So what would happen if K.A.R.R. was a.) Not killed by K.I.T.T. in their final confrontation in the desert, and b.) Not found by someone who just happened upon his lovely corpse and later attempted to rehabilitate him? What if he was exactly what they were looking for? Find out. This will be an ongoing series under the Instruments of Destruction title.
Title: Instruments of Destruction: Black Sun
Warning(s): None for the moment.
Prologue: Left to Rot
The scene looked as though a bomb had gone off.
Smoldering, jagged pieces of metal littered the desert sand mixed in with melted pieces of upholstery. The crackling of silicone under the intense heat of the fire was the only sound, save for the chatter of the cleanup crew as they moved hectically about attempting to contain the blaze.
Devon Miles surveyed the landscape silently, his expression grim. It wasn't until someone lay a hand upon his shoulder that he broke his gaze away from the carnage.
"We did it Devon, it's over, there's no way K.A.R.R.'s CPU could have survived that collision with K.I.T.T., especially given the deterioration of his shell thanks to all that sand and seawater."
It was Bonnie Barstowe, and while outwardly her tone was optimistic it was clear in her eyes that doubt still remained, they had thought the deranged A.I. "dead" once before, what if he wasn't gone for good?
"Just the same," Devon spoke quietly as he turned back to watch the crew. "I want a thorough sweep done of the debris, if even a part of that CPU exists…" He paused briefly, even though the A.I. had proven itself to be deadly, a lot of work had gone into its creation, a lot of work and a dream.
"I want it destroyed immediately."
Bonnie nodded silently, there was nothing more to say.
…
The blaze had all but died out when his boot smacked something hard half concealed in the sand. With narrowed eyes, he ran the toe over the object to clear away some of the debris, the smallest glint of metal showed. Kneeling down, he used his free hand to work away some more of the sand and was rewarded with the outer edge of a black box. Weakly, the lights on the front flickered, showing that to spite the collision, it was, indeed, still active.
"You son of a bitch."
Anger flashed in his hazel eyes, he'd lost two friends to this thing the first time they'd tried to shut it down. Now, to spite their best efforts, it had survived two "un-survivable" attempts to stop it. His orders were to terminate it upon discovery, but why should it get an easy way out? His friends certainly had not; they'd died horribly under his wheels.
Grabbing a nearby rock, he slammed it down upon the metal repeatedly, sending faint sparks with each completed blow. Deep inside, he hoped the creature within could feel every attack on its core. The lights flashed erratically, finally dimming.
Satisfied, he covered the box back up with sand and laid the rock on top. As he stood, he kicked at the area and spat.
"Burn in hell."