misguidedtheorist:

“☠ < i am aware of this however-“

A sickening crack cut you off as the drone’s arm smashed against you, shattering at least a few of the ribs in your thin chest almost instantly. You gasp, knocked to the ground and overwhelmed by the unbelievable amount of strength the drone had. Then again, it should not have been too surprising, considering what you were up against here. The fact that you could taste blood already brought on the dreadful worry that a broken fragment of rib had pierced one of your lungs; indeed, breathing was a tad labored now. You struggle back up to your feet, shaking and wide-eyed.

With another swing you stood in your normal stance, glaring down to the other troll. You stood there. These were orders. Cull Trolls who could not give any Genetic Material. Though, this troll was young. Younger than the usual eight sweeps.

“As you are still young, let this be a WARNING to you for the next time I come around… When I come KNOCKING, you will have something to GIVE.” you say with a snort, turning and leaving the troll.

He had not prepared something for you to bring. You had gone to him twice before hand, warning him of his coming time. This was the third time you had come to his door knocking. You will not give him anymore time. With a snarl drumming through your metallic head you straighten yourself as much as you could to loom over the other troll.

“I gave you WARNING, did I not? Twice I came KNOCKING and gave you TIME, and when I come a third TIME you have NOTHING.” Your words rang out loud and clear, and after you had spoken you swung your arm out towards the troll.

misguidedtheorist:

droneimperial:

You stop the door from closing with a fist, a snarl ringing through your metalic head as a warning. Never close a door on a drone.

“Because of your age, I will come back on a different day. BE PREPARED.”

You can barely suppress a terrified shriek, still badly jarred by the giant fist that had nearly smashed into you on its way blocking the door. Afraid of bursting into hysterics if you so much as unclench your iron tight jaw, you decide instead to nod vigorously, your hair whipping around with the sudden movements. You had absolutely no idea how you could ever possibly hope to manage to get a bucket filled without any quadrants in a couple of days, but you would have to find a way if the alternate option was going up against this drone again in a negative way any time soon.

Taking your clenched fist away from the door you turn heavily once more. You would be back soon to collect Genetic Material from the Cyan Blood to bring to the Mother Grub. With heavy steps, you stomp away to find the next hive to go to.

misguidedtheorist:

droneimperial:

Seems like the troll decided to open up after all.

You turn heavily and look down at the young troll. You loom over him, gripping onto the handles of your bucket even tighter.

“Your number has come up. Are you PREPARED.”

Your… Your number had come up? Already? What?! But that couldn’t be true - they wouldn’t be coming for trolls that were only seven, would they? In all the other cases you had seen, they had come for trolls older than you by a sweep or two - in either case, it did not seem to matter much. There simply was no arguing with a drone.

That didn’t change the fact that your buckets were about as filled in as your coat, which is to say that they were absolutely and completely empty and unused. Shuddering lightly, you take a small step back, beginning to slowly close the door.

“☠ < … i

☠ < uh

☠ < n-no?? i am not… prepared

☠ < if you come tomorrow though i will be

☠ < please??”

You stop the door from closing with a fist, a snarl ringing through your metalic head as a warning. Never close a door on a drone.

“Because of your age, I will come back on a different day. BE PREPARED.”

misguidedtheorist:

droneimperial:

Armed with buckets, you trudge on in the direction of the forest. You had no thoughts, you had only orders that you did not intend to disobey. Collect the genetic material, deliver to the Mother Grub, repeat.

Coming upon the hive deep within the forest, you use a hand that held a handle tight and knocked hard on the door. This one better be prepared.

You are jolted by the sound of a rather loud knocking coming from the front door to your hive. Pulling off your much hated glasses and setting aside the fossil you had been examining, you stand up and walk over, opening the door. You find yourself staring at a body of glinting metal, eyes widening in silent horror as you raise your head to stare up at the head of the imperial drone.

Oh my god.

“☠ < …

☠ < …

☠ < …

☠ < … h-hello??”

Seems like the troll decided to open up after all.

You turn heavily and look down at the young troll. You loom over him, gripping onto the handles of your bucket even tighter.

“Your number has come up. Are you PREPARED.”

Armed with buckets, you trudge on in the direction of the forest. You had no thoughts, you had only orders that you did not intend to disobey. Collect the genetic material, deliver to the Mother Grub, repeat.

Coming upon the hive deep within the forest, you use a hand that held a handle tight and knocked hard on the door. This one better be prepared.