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Prolouge: Left for Dead

With WW3 blazing its fury from the Iron Fist of Aleksander Into the guts of Europe.Our attention is brought to the heart of europe.In the city of love, the city of lights the city known from all: Paris...
Down on the silloute of the Arc de Triomphe an armoured battalion of european forces were in full retreat.

"Go Go! We must fall back! Reposition ze claymores and regroup with reinforcements!"

Up above unknown to the europeans however there was a squadren of Sokols on their way.

"Da,This is Red Hawk one, I picked my prey on my radar.Marking targets, fire weapons at my mark.Viktor prepare to add another mark to my kills.Scratch that add two marks- This is one of their big cannons.Worth double!"

One of the vecheals at the end of the middle of the convoy suddenly slowed down.Its circlular turret pointed towards the sky.
"Targeting mechanisms detected.Processing data.Threat assesment conclusive.We are being Targeted from unknown assilants. Jamming systems engaged."
The Felins joging alongside the armoured convoy watched in confusion what was happening.This bloody british contraption had slowed down and decided to bug out.
"What ze hell is going on? The Lynx Driver asked his gunner that was ontop of the hatch.
"L'Anvil has stopped Moving, whats it doing?"
"Its british, what could they ever do right?"

*The Sokols apon the horrizon armed their weapons and drived to deliver the killing blow to their unsuspecting prey.*
"Huh? The signatures just vanished, all but one.All Hawks you are clear on fire run!"
Within mear seconds the street started to rain a hail of missles near the anvil.
"Leave it behind! Everyone find cover or bugger out! Retreat! Into -"

The Anvils disruption bots remained in the air as It tried to follow the convoy but among all the chaos and confusion a missle hit a nautral gas pipe under the ground.Detonating abruntly and pushing the Anvil to its side.The Convoy had abandoned the Anvil, with communcations to high command was jammed.Yet the Anvil unable to move disabled Its NanoDisruptors and switched to power saving mode.Shutting down all other systems but only broadcasting a faint signal of distress.





Chapter one: LOST

>Re-Initializing
>Checking connection status to Arial Drone controll Codenamed "Frisbee"

>Connection failed

>Runing Diagnosis

>Antenna damaged
>Cannot contact Admin
>Establishing location
>GPRS enabled
>France-Paris
>Nearest American base to return to
>Few thousand Miles
>Recover last mission transmission data
A video plays ahead:
"Copy that, Go down there you little rasquals.Make it safe for our boys down there! Dropping down the packs of Oracles over."
The Oracle is enabled as hes thrown outside of a C-130 Hercules and parashuted down to a red sky full of anti air gunfire and sirens.Paris was a burning inferno, the russians had pushed all the way up to here."

>Mission objective....Loading...
>Task one:land down on the ground-compleated
>Task Two:Establish link with other Orcales-compleated
>Task three:Move towards designated X area-Compleated
>Task Four:Clear the IED's and mines dropped onto****DATA CORRUPTED****

New objective designated:
>Connect to another oracle and retreave objectives and sync Information.

The Orale started to look around to see all of the other drones destroyed.None of them were functional.They had all been blown apart and the inside circuts could be found.

The oracles didnt have an AI as advanced as the say more legendary drones like the Hunter Killers but they still had an understanding.A basic logic unit to be assigned a virtual "sex" as they were always deployed in pairs into the battlefield.
Her callsign was Oracle 43, her pair that would've given her the meaning to her existance Oracle 42 was missing in action.All the others were destroyed as well, She looks around with her camera and saw that there were IED's up ahead.She scanned the area for any movement and then rolled forward with her threads and disabled the explosives one by one.They were crude and rushed russian weapons left to deny mobility to the panzer divisions.Yet this did not make them something to be taken lightly...


Oracle 43 moved down the streets of paris scaning around for any IED's.Focuising on the ground more then anything.He had found a small amount of Mon 500's, Russian made next generation antipersonnel mines.Somewhat spinoff of the american claymore landmine, She came in and reached her robotic arm when an explosion detonated right next to her.Blowing up a mercades next to her.Shrapnel flew and hit into her left threads and got stuck between her gears that kept on shifting and rotating around them slowing her down.
Someone from the garrison yelled in russian:
"Yankee box spoted! Blow that bucket of bolts back to america!"
She had spotted enemey personnel inside the bakery,It had seemed they had resided inside as an ambush point.Another RPG flew in the air and blasted into the right side of her threads.With all her might, or better to say her power challenged into her enginees she scrambled away as small arms fire rickoched and rained apon her escape.
She rushed down on the streets of Paris lost and confused.Her objectives unclear and no allies in sight.She saught out any millatary frequencies nearby used by drones.Nobody was there, alot of challennls were full of european and russian chatter but to her they were just noise in a sea of lonliness.Aproaching what seemed to be like to be a destroyed Lynx with corpses burnt to the bone.Rolling over them her sensors detected no trace of fuel of any sorts, her system couldnt verify the cause of death.It was as if a thunderbolt had struck them all down at once...How odd she wanderd on fleeting down the streets of the city of lights, the name still had some truth to if one looked in the air to see the lights among the clouds to the flames on the roofs.


Chapter Two:” ... --- …”

Rolling her threads onwards her left engine started to overheat.She needed to stop down for repairs soon enough.As the war took its toll of attrition on the american forces and logistics got harder to supply.All Drones were outfited with a makeshift self repair software to maintain themselves, so that manpower and time would be wasted on theese drones.Yet what she needed was a safe place to hide, the vibrations that consta.-.. --- ...- .ntly shook the earth and her camera did not give her programming a green light to stop an repair.

With her recivers on the look out for any other Oracles her sensored picked up a weak signal.


“...---...” Repeating on and on in a nearby area.It was In her language, she understood that there was one of her kind.One that was alive! Out there somewhere In distress! One that could perhaps tell her what her objetives was or where was to return back , where her home was.

Rolling on her threads she went around in circles trying to triangualte the signal.Alas after twenty long minutes of searching she had found it.The Anvil drone thats fell to its side, she sent out a message in response to his repeating signal.
“.. / .- -- / --- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . / ..--- .---- --..-- / .. / .- -- / .... . .-. . / - --- / .... . .-.. .--.”

The Anvils green eyes gleemed with power as its turret moved to target the smaller drone Inront of him.

“Hello, I am Anvil V, Made in London.Please help me back up”
A dead silence of the smaller drone didnt help with its long empty stare.
The Anvil Repeated itself a couple of times before he processed what was going on there.It didnt make sense, this smaller drone did hear her before.What was wrong now? After a few minutes of diagnosing his systems the idea of changing languages came to mind.
“Bonjour je suis Anvil V, Fabriqué à Londres. Aidez-moi je vous en prie.” He said in French, questionably speaking french to another drone.He had never been updated on information of french autonomous systems.Was this something new?
Still no response came from the other machine, It had actually started to circle around him and look under the cars around them as if it was searching for something.
How odd he wondered till his eyes targeted the White star in the middle of a blue shield.
Then a revalation was quickly sent from its logic core to Its AI processor.This was an american machine, sent here to help.Yet did not seem as advanced as he was, a few years prior to the war.He opened an old data file of him meeting another drone In Dubia’s International Artifical Intellegence tournamet.It was a “Hunter Killer” No 11-38 that had defeated him multiple times in chess.Yet this drone did not have wings or big engines, this one was smaller and not as compex.He decided to change his tactics changed his message to morse code.

“.... . .-.. .-.. --- --..-- / .. / .- -- / .- -. ...- .. .-.. / ...- --..-- / -- .- -.. . / .. -. / .-.. --- -. -.. --- -. .-.-.- .--. .-.. . .- ... . / .... . .-.. .--. / -- . / -... .- -.-. -.- / ..- .--.”


The Drone stopped and looked at him.They came eye to Eye both changing zooms to fully scan and see each other.
42 tried Its small arm to pull the Anvil down which didnt show any progress, then tried to push it with its body itself which did nothing.
After mulitple types of trying V recived a message from it
“.. / .- -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- --..-- .. / -.-. .- -. -. --- - / .... . .-.. .--. / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- -... ..- - / .- - .-.. . .- ... - / - .... . .-. . / .- .-. . / -. --- / . -..- .--. .-.. --- ... .. ...- . ... / -. . .- .-. -... -.--”

The Anvil Bot processed the data and configured its choises to provide itself new directives.
“- .... .- -. -.- / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. --- .-. / -.-. .... . -.-. -.- .. -. --. .-.-.- .. / -- ..- ... - / .- ... -.- / .... --- .-- / -- ..- -.-. .... / -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .. --. .... ..--..”

42 looked at the bigger bott who was clearly scaning her from head to tread.Her sensors felt threatned but in a positive way somehow.
She responded with his weight and more minutes of computing went on till he responded to her.
“.--. .-.. . .- ... . / .-. ..- ... .... / .- -.-. .-. --- ... ... / -- -.-- / - --- .-. ... --- / .- -. -.. / ... - .- -. -.. / .- - / - .... .. ... / -.. . ... .. --. -. .- - . -.. / .--. --- .. -. - .-.-.- - .... .. ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... .- .-.. . -. -.-. . / - .... . / .-- . .. --. .... - / --- ..- - / .-.. . - / -- . / -... .- -.-. -.- / --- -. / -- -.-- / - .-. . .- -.. ... .-.-.-”

She looked and noded with her camera, Using her lazer designator to mark the area for a brief second before rolling back a few yards then quickly rushing to reach the point.

Yet it was not enough,something was wrong.Either she was lying or the caculations to balence him up was wrong.Either way his logic core told him the best course of action would be to spin his turret and push him upwards.

With this she lost balence and rolled over, preforming a single cartweel hitting the wall of a building as he was back on his treads.



Chapter Three: Purged by Flame

The Drones stared at each other for a brief momment as he told her:
“- .... .- -. -.- / -.-- --- ..- --..-- / .-- .... .- - / .. ... / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -. .- -- . ..--.. / -.-- --- ..- / -.-. .- -. / -.-. .- .-.. .-.. / -- . / -- .-. .-.-.- ..-. .- .-- -.- . ... / - .... .- - ... / .-- .... .- - / --- - .... . .-. ... / -.-. .- .-.. .-.. / -- . .-.-.-”

This didnt make alot of sense to her, but she decided to respond equally to him.

“-.-- --- ..- .-. / .-- . .-.. .-.. -.-. --- -- . --..-- / -- -.-- / -. .- -- . / .. ... / --- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . / -.-- --- ..- / -- .- -.-- / -.-. .- .-.. .-.. / -- .. ... ... / --- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . .-.-.- - .. .-.. .-.. / .-. . -.-. . -. - .-.. -.-- / .. / .-- .- ... / -- .-. ... .-.-.- --- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . .-.-.-”

With a brief intreduction to each other she moved on ahead continuing to disarm mines as if shes following a trail of bread crumbs.He followed her down the streets flatening most of the cars she just search under.Scaning around for anything dangerous that might harm humans that aproach it.With her scanner spining and creating a 3-D map of the area thanks to a small echo protocall implemented years back.Turning around the corner she stared down a lond road all in flames, buildings turned into burning smolder.Others in the process of being ash and cinder.The two carefully treaded down the street caustously.

A man came among the waves of flames.A greenish brown uniform on him with no fear or caustion of the danger.He seemed to be uneffected by the heat.
The two stopped as the figure aproached.

“Burn! Everything must BURN!” he screamed on the top of his lungs
Oracle aproached him as the man whos arms waved in the air.As if he was praising the flames turned around and saw the drone.A flashback of memmories and PTSD rushed into his mind.
The Crazed Shmell trooper went insane and reachd to his bandroilers.He quickly pulled the pins off and throwing a half dozen volley incindiary grenades at them.

A few of them Anvil bouncing off its armour and causing barely any but Oracle felt her internal core heating up.Red lights were starting to popping up in her system.An emergency protocall broadcast was transmitted.
“-.. .- -. --. . .-. -....- -.. .- -. --. . .-. -....- .... .. --. .... / - . -- .--. .- - ..- .-. . / -.. . - . -.-. - . -.. -....- -.-. --- .-. . / --- ...- . .-. .... . .- - .. -. --. -....- -.. .- -. --. . .-. -....- -.. .- -. --. . .-.”
She zigg zagged and evaded the others rushing away to avoid confrentation.The Anvil followed her down the street.The two esacped the dangerous man who was clearly mad.

The lone figure chased them down shouting down insults in russian and loaded something like a rocket.Firing it as it blasted into a house blowing doors glass and anything inside outside.

Falling to his knees The Crazed man cursed and screamed even more as he was lost in the flames.

The two escaped towards downtown, without transmitting a single sentence to each other.
Orcale stopped and checked her surroundings to see if theres any threats.None could be found. She released her internal arm to conduct repairs at long last.Fawkes watched her slowly weld herself bit by bit.Her threatmeter had gone up as Fawkes was watching but It was odd, It didnt register as a threat but her algorithms were much more efficent.Reducing her repair time but he zoomed in to watch see her circuitry, her arm scratched the outside of her arm.The threat assement metter had an odd spike again, nothing to alarm but just to react.Fawkes rolled back for a momment and disassembled her with his Logic core.What a smal simple and elegant design.Heavy duty drone armour made out of carbon?Steel? Titanium? He couldnt tell, all he could do was to examine and admire her little welding torch slow repairing and filling in the gaps of damage.She could repair herself but her antenna needed to be replaced extensive electronic damage was irrepairable and requried to be replaced.

His sensored picked up something as his turret spun backwards.He had then suddenly spotted a figure, was he the same one?His lens zoomed in and saw the same uniform.It was the crazed shmell trooper.He was laughing yet he sounded rabid belive it or not.The man fired a shmell rocket at Oracle as Fawkes moved in to take the hit.The man started to reload but Fawkes aproached the man.With a suit that coverd his skin and mask to block his eyes.One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask.What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?



-Flashback-
This mans name was Ivan, and he was driven into insanity a few weeks ago when he had experianced a horrific event.His comrades and himself were being transported to the frontlines inside a BMP.The BMP suddenly stopped as the treads didnt move, bumps started to shake inside the BMP.One of his comrades started yelling as two bright glowing claws bursted out of his chest, It was an American AT drone.Half a dozen of them had cut themselves inside and Ivan was afriad.He couldnt think rationally, he opened the top hatch to escape and heard the screams of agony and pain.They were dead he kept on telling himself and aimed his shmell rocket to the way he went out and fired.Killing both thoose robotic horrors and his comrades with his bear hands.One of the drones made it out wobbling towards him as he quicky took out his side arm.It rolled down the BMP.He felt guilty but morely the world impure.Wished it all burn to ash…That fire was enough to kill theese monstrosities.
-Out of the flashback-

In his eyes the Oracle 43 was another AT drone, another hellspawn made by greedy corperate men in sutis that could never understand what he had gone through.Anvil V was just the bigger vesion, he was halusinating.Who knew how long hes been awake or the last time he ate.

Reloaded the man yelled something in anger and fired again as it hit a tree blowing away the leaves as birds and critters runned around with a bodypart aflame.
“Da, DA BLYAT!!!” The man yelled as he saw nothing small AT drones blast out of the tree who catched on fire.
“--- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . --..-- / .... --- .--. / --- -. / .-- . / -- ..- ... - / .-.. . .- ...- . / -. --- .-- .-.-.-”

Oracle rolled onto a nearby car and jumped to Fawkes’es turret as the two strolled away from the crazed revenge driven man running after them and throwing everything he had.
From bullets from his makarov that didnt even damage Anvil V’s hull to rockets and grenades.

Fawkes wasnt as fast as he would like to be at this momment, crushing cars and going over signs.Oracle almost fell off as he ran over a fire hydrant that bumped her into the air for a brief second.

The man had been here for weeks, lost not only in the streets in paris but in life.He sought a crazed revenge for drones, yet saw nothing but drones.Chasing them down he had actually tricked them into a dead end.

Hawkes turret stared down the wall then spun back to see the man with his Shmell launcher pointed at them.He was laughing, laughing loud at the top of his lungs, It was finnaly over for him.He would burn the biggest metal spider hes seen yet, probably a broodmother of sort.
A hero in his eye closed his finger on the trigger as Hawkes felt runing was no use.He reversed gear and started to close in on the man who was apprently more scared of Hawkes then he was scared of him.The man took a few steps back and gave out warning like orders but Hawkes kept on going.

As Ivan was steping away from the entrence of the dead end Hawkes came out as a bolt of lightning enveloped the man as he screamed droping his weapon and holding his head that felt it was going to pop.
NYET! NYEEEEEEEET!
Exploding and spilling his guts everywhere.Hawkes scanned around and detected about a dozen tall figures with an odd weapon aproach them.

Chapter Four:The Chosen

This is the weapon Aleksander demands! Capture it brothers so we may unveil its secrets!
Hawkes rushed its engines full force crashing into a shocktrooper and draging him down with him.
But without realising Oracle had fallen off his turret.He was home free, the Shocktroopers were lost in the smoke.He could just cruise away and go on to finding friendlies that also blackedout his long range commucation from an unknown source.
A transmission came from her to him that was oddly short:
“.... .- .-- -.- . ... --..-- . ... -.-. .- .--. . / - .... . / .... --- ... - .. .-.. . ... --..-- --- ..- .-. / .--. .- - .... ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-. .-. --- ... ... / .- --. .- .. -.”
He had just realised that Oracle was gone, the little ellegant drone that had saved him.Turning his turret he spotted the turned over Oracle trying to get bac on her treads.With a sharp U turn Fawkes came back rushing towards Oracale and the shocktroopers.He had still not acknowladged he killed a man, It was unlikely more deaths would compute with him now.
The Shocktroopers caught infront of his big green eye jumped to the side as he came closer and closer to Oracle.

A spike of power rushed throughout his circuits...He felt weaker and weaker as his system started to shut down.Oracle saw Hawkes’es light slowly dimm down to a halt.Before shutting down he sent out a last transmission:
“.. / .- -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / --- .-. .- -.-. .-.. . --..-- / .. / .... .- ...- . / ..-. .- .. .-.. . -.. / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-”

Orcale saw the savior from the crazed hostile human shut down Infront of her very own eye.The shocktroopers tesla weapons had closed him down.She pinged his main AI and even his logic core on and on:”--. . - / ..- .--. / .... .- .-- -.- . ... / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / - ..- .-. -. / --- -. --..-- .--. .-.. . .- ... . / - ..- .-. -. / --- -. / .- -. -.. / ..-. .. --. .... - / .. - .-.-.-”
There was no response, nothing at all.He was offline and by the looks of it for good.
A helicopter flew in, She had been programed to recognize theese to be Mil Mi-40 transport helicopters.The Troopers started to tie hawkes onto the hovering helicopter as a shocktrooper came up and picked her up.
“What do we do with this american weapons brothers?” He said as Oracle tried to stab him with her welding arm.

“Nothing, Its a pieace of Yankee Junk, Its a frontline unit.Theres hundreds of theese destroyed across europe”
The shocktrooper holding her up in the air threw her away without care, Ignoring the arm entirely as she was yet again upside down.Zooming into the upside down Images of Hakes getting carried away with the shocktroopers.

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End of the story so far...Depending on responses I might continue the projected one to two other chapters I planned.



Why did I make this story?
  • Well I felt the "I think therefore I am" Story's main plottwist had been guessed cause I teased it too much.Too many mixed ideas on where I should take the story made me freeze it so far.


What inspired you to do this?


  • Well I saw the Kawaii Recon drone Image that Hunter made cause Skittles thought It was cute and thought I could write something about it...Lets see if you guys and gals can spot the few easter eggs I put around.


What happend to lovers devide?
  • No comment


Special thanks to Damfoos and Maelstrom for their help.

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post 27 Sep 2015, 21:58
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Bruca-San continue it!!!

Drone love story. I wanna know what happens to Oracle and Fawkes.

iv seen too many dodgey 80's movies to let this go...


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Nice read, althogh I am still strugeling with the Morse...
What is "--..--" supposed to mean?
I can't figure it out, since the morse I know only has max. five dots or bleeps...

EDIT: Nevermind, know it now, it's a ","

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QUOTE (mr_Skittles @ 27 Sep 2015, 23:58) *
Bruca-San continue it!!!

Drone love story. I wanna know what happens to Oracle and Fawkes.

iv seen too many dodgey 80's movies to let this go...

You cant belive how glad I am to hear this smile.gif


QUOTE (Junkie_360 @ 28 Sep 2015, 0:07) *
Nice read, althogh I am still strugeling with the Morse...
What is "--..--" supposed to mean?
I can't figure it out, since the morse I know only has max. five dots or bleeps...


Its just another question mark.... Is wrong
Edit: I see the problem and I used this: http://morsecode.scphillips.com/translator.html " -...- "Is actually "," (A comma)

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QUOTE (Junkie_360 @ 27 Sep 2015, 17:07) *
What is "--..--" supposed to mean?

It means ? mark in morse code. Try use Morse Translator site: http://morsecode.scphillips.com/translator.html


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You know I don't really like stories, But, I really liked this one. smile.gif

Good job Bruce smile.gif

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ok, with translated morse it is definitley better to read^^
hmm... didn't know there was a morse translator... translated it myself -.-'
sad ending, hope they will meet again. Can't wait for another chapter 8ani5.gif
but why is oracle calling herself Oracle 21? something deep, since her other half (oracle 43) is missing?

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QUOTE (Junkie_360 @ 28 Sep 2015, 1:20) *
ok, with translated morse it is definitley better to read^^
hmm... didn't know there was a morse translator... translated it myself -.-'
sad ending, hope they will meet again. Can't wait for another chapter 8ani5.gif
but why is oracle calling herself Oracle 21? something deep, since her other half (oracle 43) is missing?

Ya know I like readers like you, cause your the one who spots the small things.When I mean small things here I mean my mistakes.
I've been juggling things all across the board today.
In the unoffical rise of the reds roleplay I helped someone write about the 21st Mexican "Panther" Marines and I guess it just stuck on my mind and caused me to remember Oracles callsign wrong biggrin.gif

Her Callsign is Oracle 43 with her Pair Oracle 42 that would've had all the answers to her questions if he was around.But he was just missing.
I'll edit this now, It never happend understand? ph34r.gif

Well Anvil V or Fawkes is captured by the Shock Corps and will probably be sent back to Aleksanders Lab at this rate.


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*whispers to Bruce* oracles name changes from 43 to 42 sometimes
But otherwise, no this never happend
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A drone love story, awesome.
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Aww. Makes me all warm inside. Your fan-fiction is really interesting, Bruce.


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This was a very enjoyable read. Very nice work.


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