Nature Of Draco-Fox: Part 27 AU

Just a slightly shorter one. Didn't think it fit well in the other chapter so i made it one on its own.

No, that's totally 'not' a power-loader. See it needs two to pilot it. :P

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Dawn Creek Interment Camp, Skalga

Translated Human time: April 29^(th) Year 2137 Draco-Fox year: 6129.

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Memory Transcription Subject: Rhiusk

The ‘protestors’ surrendered and were taken away. I was led back around to the gate and told to get back into the camp. Where Anderson was waiting for me just outside the building that serves as his home and office here. So I walk up and sit down in front of him.

“Care to explain your reasoning for doing what you did?” He doesn’t sound disappointed at least.

“I was fulfilling the contract to protect the Arxur Hatchlings. I know the P.O.W. contract said I was to respect the barriers as a normal Draco-Fox, yet, those people had wire cutters. They intended to enter the camp.” Stating flatly.

Anderson sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “And that’s why I don’t consider you breaking the P.O.W. contract. In fact, I wanted to thank you, I know that others may complain but I’ll come to your defense. Your unconventional method possibly saved lives. Just don’t repeat it, those flamethrowers wouldn’t have harmed you, if they had other weapons, that would’ve been a different story.”

“I accept your thanks…” I was going to say more, but the camp sirens sound again.

“What NOW?” Anderson yells as soldiers run up to us.

“A Human and a Venlil couple hijacked one of those new walking forklifts. They’re in the camp now having torn open the fence.”

I don’t wait for them to say more, I’m on my feet and bounding across the camp where I can fit to the opposite side of the lot. That Exterminator’s Headquarters must’ve been a ‘large’ building when it was here. I barely pay attention to those running in the direction I came from.

Doesn’t take me long to reach where they’re at. The new pre-fab section. The bipedal waking forklift is in the process of tearing into a smaller prefab building. The voices of adult Arxur and a noise from the hatchlings reach my ears.

The dual seater ‘forklift’. Where one person ‘pilots’ it, the other controls the arms. An angry looking human male is controlling the former part. It is after all a human design when I read about it on their Hyper-Net. The arms though are being controlled by the Venlil, and from what I know, they have the look of joy on their face, ears and tail.

All as they use the forks on the arms to stab the wall’s, then pull them apart.

My V.I.’s bring up my combat systems upon the sight of wheel-chair bound Arxur and five hatchlings behind them. So, all my drones launch, and I get a full sensory view of the area. I can keep my full focus on the two pilots while I move my ‘body’ to their blind spot as the disabled Arxur pushes themselves in between the babies and the two attackers, holding their arms out as if they can shield them.

Only to pause, as at the edge of my perception, my squad leader is leading a group of my platoon’s surviving members. Armed with what they seemed to get their hands on, as my radio tells me an answer to a question I was about to voice. Explaining why the guard’s and soldiers haven’t responded to this.

They’re busy stopping others trying to get in at the same time. Why has this become a gods damn siege!

So I guess that leaves this one to me.

No more time to think, they’re reaching for the Adult Arxur. So I give up on sneaking up behind and bound up to them. Opening my mouth, I clamp down on the arm advancing on the Arxur.

“Let go!”

“Why are you defending them!”

I hear from both, not that I care. Clamping down on the arm, I hear straining metal and snapping pressure lines as I drag them back a bit from the Arxur.

“No.” I say loudly, it doesn’t stop the Venlil from using the other arm to swing around and slam into the haunch of one of my fore-limbs. The V.I. shows only minor damage to what’s left of the armor as I continue to drag them away from the Arxur.

Getting them into a more open area allows my squad leader to have others help the disabled Arxur and the hatchlings away.

I do have to let go when I see that the Venlil manages to aim the forks on the other arm at my head. So I hop back, letting the arm I grabbed just hang on the side of it as I stare down the pilots.

“Why are you defending the monsters!” The human pilot yells as he gets the walking forklift forward at me.

“Go for the head” He yells at the Venlil controlling the arms. “I know.” They yell back as I have to hop to the side to dodge a strike from the working arm. Yea, I’m not going to let them. It won’t kill me, but It would hamper the function of my body.

Swiping at the arm, and only managing to cut through some superstructure, I lament the fact those in the towers don’t have weapons as I stare at the open cockpit.

They pull the machine’s arm back as I start to circle them. “The adults may have done stuff that would be considered crimes, if done in the [Conglomerate]. All the Hatchlings are innocent and I’m contractually obligated to protect them.”

“You’re an idiot! They’ll eat your comrades given half the chance!” The Venlil screams, and swipes the forks at me as I step closer. Causing sparks to fly as it scrapes my armor, adding some minor scratches to all the dents and rents in it.

“Considering how scared they’ve looked from what I’ve seen, and not just the one you tried to kill. I doubt that.” Stepping closer again gets them to swipe the forks at me again before I hop back. I can hear the motor of the thing whining at the strain.

Using it to fight someone is far outside the design of the machine designed to just lift and place things at a much slower pace. Especially as the Human is making it turn in place to follow me. I can just keep doing this, and hope they are dumb enough to not do anything and let their ‘toy’ break.

No, I am not going to assume that.

I do a feint to bait them, moving in to try biting that limb. They swerve the limb out of the way. It wasn’t my target though, using my forelimb, I rake the claws across the front of the walking forklift in the opening they just made for me. Ripping thin paneling that were ‘hazard signs’ and ‘warning plaques’. Cutting the front of the roll-cage on the front of the cockpit before hopping back.

“They’re acting! The moment your comfortable around them, they’ll attack!” The Venlil screams as the Human outright growls as he slams the controls to get the machine to move forward after I backed off. Ducking under a swing of the working arm, I know I’m being pushed back towards a pre-fab building.

Growling back as I consider my options. “You Venlil need to make up your mind! Either they're too dumb to be sapient, or they’re so smart they can pull off a long con!”

Okay that was a mistake. I’ve enraged the Venlil more than they already were, they slam their controls, causing the arm to stab the forks at me, grinding against the armor on my back causing sparks to fly as I duck to avoid getting speared. It continues past me to stab into the pre-fab wall behind me, and I hear the screams of those inside. Then the sound of upset, and ‘very’ scared hatchlings.

A sound that makes me throw caution to the wind, charging forward I tackle the main body. Part of the roll-cage breaks off from the damage I caused it and my head is mere claw lengths away from the faces of both the Human and the Venlil as I push back the walking forklift.

I up the voltage to my artificial muscle, so I can push harder and it won’t strain. Causing its feet to leave deep trenches in the compacted dirt as I move the whole thing back.

They scream, I growl, the feet of the walking forklift hit a rock, and falls onto its back with me on top of it. Planting one fore-limb on the working arm, I pull my head out, raise my other forelimb, and bring it claws down into the side of the machine with the broken arm.

Completely severing it.

I can see in my perception with the drones, by squad leader’s approaching. As I shift my position, that striking paw now on the main body of the walking forklift. Further, causing the frame to groan. It allows me to use other paw to sever ‘that’ arm of the loader.

Which I do.

I tear off the remaining roll cage with my jaws, fully exposing the Human and Venlil. I lean down, aiming to pull them out with my mou….

“Rhiusk! Stand DOWN!” My squad leader yells, and I halt. Turning my head, even though I don’t need it, and my attention focuses on him.

“You’ve disabled the walking lifter, they’re unarmed. We’ll take it from here till the Human soldiers and Anderson regain order.” He walks up and places his short clawed hand on one of my fore-legs.

The moment I start to back off, those behind him rush in, and yank the two out of the walking forklift. Restraining the Venlil is done quickly, but the Human takes three of them, two males to hold limbs and a female to use her wing to prevent his breathing long enough to knock him out.

Directing me to lay down, he sits in front of me. “So, what happened?”

“I heard the distress of the Hatchlings when they speared the building, and became furious.” He sighs.

“You’ve bonded with the hatchlings a bit. Don’t blame you, reminds me of my den and I have seen some humans seem to bond with them too. I just don’t know what Anderson and the Humans will do with the fact you got angry like this.”

Gunfire and an explosion draws our attention, causing him to sigh. “Which will be awhile it seems.”

“Do they really hate these Arxur so much? I understand what they needed to do under their former government to not be killed. That’s no excuse to want to kill them though.” Recalling the drones, my perception returns to just the cameras and sensors on my head.

My squad leader just does the Human movement of a shrug. “It seems so.”

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