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[friendlykillingmachine]

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[friendlykillingmachine]

friendlykillingmachine

A dim light poured in through the opening, silhouetting three figures dragging and shoving a fourth into the cramped quarters. As the struggle continued, he could see that it was a woman bound and gagged, and she was giving them hell all the while. Was she a member of a rival gang or was she just some poor, unlucky hitchhiker they'd kidnapped off the street? Though a robot he might be, Rocky still felt bad for her.

When the door is slammed shut and the compartment sealed again, the soft blue glow of his illuminated screen radiates enough light for guidance through the cluttered dark. With his animated face he offers her a sympathetic smile. Outside the trailer come the sounds of slamming doors and then the engine's roar. They're moving now, bouncing over rough road, if it was a road at all. Under the cover of the noise, Rocky decides it's okay to speak.

"Hi there. Looks like we're prison pals, huh. Yaaay...!" His voice sounds surprisingly human in its expression of forced cheer, if only for a slight metallic ring. "You, uh, probably want that thing out of your mouth, I bet. I can help if you want."

Clearly unbound, he raises a hand to flex the robotic thumb and forefinger, obviously capable of unknotting the gag in her mouth. Rocky knows, of course, that he isn't supposed to help her, but the urge to be helpful is difficult to ignore.

heavyhitter

Aw, she's always liked the voices of these guys, and this one is already endearing. It's cute when they sound so human. She could appreciate it more under different circumstances, though, and winces as a jolt of the trailer tosses her into the edge of a metal crate. Not her best evening so far.

She nods, along with what might be a I do want, but it's hard to say for sure. Are the guys that tossed her in here really so stupid that they tossed her in with a non-guard unit? Or maybe this is a hacked 'droid, something that'll be as useful as it can but not actually let her do anything. That would suck.

Still, though, she leans in closer to offer out her gag for the ungagging. That'd be a great first step.

friendlykillingmachine

At her compliance the droid sits up onto his knee, balancing himself in the moving vehicle. Just above his screen is the lens of a tiny camera which serves as his "eye" and Rocky switches over to night vision to better see what he's doing. His fingers tug gingerly at the tightly knotted gag, slowly loosening it.

"Maybe I should introduce myself," he speaks as if entertaining a guest at a house party while working on the knot. "I'm Retrovox R-Zero-KV but most people call me Rocky. ...Ah, there we go!" Unknotted, the gag falls loose and Rocky feels a small sense of accomplishment.

"Better?"

heavyhitter

She watches the wrong part of his face to be maintaining eye contact, but whatever, etiquette isn't a huge concern at the moment. The gag loosens and falls under his fingers, and she heaves a sigh of relief, followed by an immediately glad smile.

"I could kiss you, Rocky." Which is a way better name than the other one, she's already forgotten the long version. Her hands are still trapped behind her back, but this is a better start than she'd been hoping for. "Now — did someone hack you to be shitty and keep me in here, by any chance? Tell me that's not what I'm working with."

friendlykillingmachine

"My data is uncorrupted and in full operational order, Miss!" comes the enthusiastic status report complete with a two-finger salute. "I was part of a mutual transaction between Maddox, my tactical unit leader, and the boss of this gang. Yep, two-thousand rounds of ammo for... this." He gestures to himself with a drop of his cartoonish gaze.

If he seems slightly unenthused about that decision, it's because it's caused him a whole lot of worry. Sure, it might've made sense on some scale of logic but that didn't mean it felt good to be sent away from his friends, unable to assist or defend them. Not only that but his leader's judgement was questionable and the deal had been struck without conferring with the rest of the team.

But. That's the way things go. Rocky's waning half-smile quirks miserably at one corner.

"I'm sure Madds and the others will be just fine—they don't really need me. And these guys can probably find something super useful to do with my core once I'm scrapped," he says trying to sound upbeat about his eventual demise.

heavyhitter

That's better news than she'd hoped for. She briefly considers that he may have been ordered to lie, but, no, that doesn't seem likely. They hadn't really struck Ramir as sneaky guys, and she's sure if he wasn't uncorrupted and in as full of operational order as promised, he just wouldn't have helped with the gag.

"Ramir," she corrects him, but cheerfully. "Ana Ramir, but just call me Ramir. Anyway, junking an android like you just for the core is fucking stupid, but I'd already figured these guys were dull as hell." She shifts, presenting her back and bound wrists to him. "Wanna give me a hand with this, too?"

She's made note of the rest of his story, but it takes a backseat to putting together a plan. For them, she decides, not just herself. If someone is stupid enough to use an operational android like this just for its core, they deserve to have it stolen. She could put it to way better use.

friendlykillingmachine

"On it!" Behind her comes a mechanical whir of machinery as his hand and forearm transmutate into something resembling a large multi-barrel firearm, the very tip of which glows hot and red.

"You're probably going to feel something very hot but try not to move," he warns, aiming the tip of the thinnest barrel downward against her steel binds. "I'm serious."

At this angle, she won't be able to see exactly what he's doing but she'll hear the hiss of searing metal and, boy, he wasn't kidding about the heat. It's pretty dangerous even without taking into account the fact that they are surrounded by potentially explosive materials. And it doesn't help that they're currently bouncing around in the back of a truck right now but Rocky isn't one to complain. He finishes the task quickly enough, in less time than it took him to untie the gag, even. Orange sparks are still flitting around in the dark space of their moving prison when the heat dies suddenly and the chain around her wrists falls away in pieces.

"Oh. They are gonna be so mad when they find out about this." Rocky whispers gleefully. Sure, they might blow him up for it but that doesn't dampen his excitement. He's having fun helping this prisoner escape.

"Now what will you do, Ramir? Are you going to sneak out or are you going to wait until they open the door and surprise them?" A bot can't help being curious, after all.

heavyhitter

She's not sure what he's going to use on the cuffs, but as soon as she realizes, goes obligingly very still. He's probably all kinds of precise, but this is a bumpy ride and the only chances she takes are the ones she picked herself. She's back to a cheerful smile again as soon as the bindings fall, though, and twists back around to aim it at her new best friend.

"Thanks, Rocky." After a quick rub of her wrists, she pats his forearm fondly. What a useful guy already. "Only if they find out!" Which they will, eventually. "And now..."

She trails off, staring around them. Plenty of stuff in here could use a new home, actually, not just Rocky. She sidles up to a crate and takes a seat on it, eyes thoughtfully on what she can make out in the darkness.

"Can you brighten your screen up, or do a flashlight, or something? I wanna see what I'm working with in here."

friendlykillingmachine

He's feeling all sorts of useful today! Especially so when he sees her face lit up in a big smile, clearly pleased with his work. It makes him smile, too—a real smile, not just a hollow facade of an expression. He really hopes her attempt at escape is successful.

Twisting a knob on the side of his boxy head, Rocky brightens up his screen. The light is diffuse, far from the concentrated beam of a flashlight, but in this darkness it might as well be a spotlight as it sweeps one wall of the containment. Rocky is quick to point out something in the room he knows could be very useful to her if she knows how to use it.

"Well, there's that..." Illuminated in the glow is a tire and two chrome tailpipes gleaming out from behind cases of ammo. Apparently, some biker had traded his own bike to pay off a debt. But if stealing a probably-twice-stolen motorbike wasn't up her alley, he'd help her explore the rest of the stuff.

heavyhitter

Oh. Oh. Her eyes go immediately wide at the sight of that beautiful sight, caught in the glow of his screen. Oh, that is good. That's fantastic. She hops down from her seat and approaches the bike, eying what she can see of it admiringly. It doesn't look like a hover model. That's a shame, but she can still work with it. In fact, sometimes it's nice to go classic.

In a second she gets to work, shifting things around to dig out the bike.

"Holy shit, getting picked up tonight might end up being the best thing that's happened to me all week." She straightens again when she's got most of it free, going for the handlebars to pull it out the rest of the way.

"Okay, so, this is gonna shape the rest of tonight — do you wanna come with me?" She glances back over her shoulder as she asks it, squinting in the direction of his bright light. "I'm really hoping you do, I think we can do you way better than the scrap yard could."

friendlykillingmachine

'You must be having one rough week!' is what he thinks but it isn't what he says. Or maybe it was just a very dull week and she likes the thrill of a challenge. Who knows? Rocky isn't about to ask her about it now, not when she's all excited over the bike. Instead, he focuses on helping her excavate the bike until it can be wheeled out of its corner.

At this point he expects her to ask him to cut open the door for her and maybe say goodbye. What she says instead catches him off guard.

"You... want me to come with you? Really??" The absolute delight is tangible in his voice but then conflict settles over him like a dark cloud and he glances down. "Ha ha, well. As much as I'd LOVE to go with you and not get scrapped for parts, I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble for my squad. These guys might think they were set up and taken for a ruse cruise." And he doesn't like the thought of them retaliating on his friends for it.

"Unless," he says after a thoughtful pause, "they think you stole me." That wouldn't be an unlikely conclusion to come to, right? Especially given the stolen bike. Rocky spends another second or two weighing his options before coming to a decision.

"Mmm, alright! I'll go with you. Gotta make sure you get away safe, right?" Smiling brightly, he steps over a crate to stand beside Ramir and the bike. "And if the whole gang comes after my friends, well, I'll just have to kill them!" It's really not that big of a deal.