[Voice]

[vandalization]

[A heavily modulated male voice crackles over the network. Each word is broken up by heavy breathing.]

Can you hear me? Is this working?

This is RIG number 438642. My name is-

This is Vandal.

Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.

I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.

Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.

Please.

[Click.]

Comments

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[militarybred]

[Good, it caught the creature and its squirming is not going to make it let go. It needs to check. Driller rises out of the ground again, teeth spinning as it screeches at the tiny creature it has wrapped up. Why did the human attack it? It's not the boy it's supposed to kill, but it did hurt it. The Driller screeches again and pokes at it with another tentacle. Why did it hurt the Driller?]

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[vandalization]

[It's just degraded to screaming, trying to squirm away. That thing is squeezing her wounds, blood dribbling out of the hole in her side.]

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[militarybred]

[The tiny thing is making a lot of loud noises back at it, and the Driller can't really understand what it means... So it does what any animal under orders would do. It opens its cockpit and places the human inside, despite the fact that it was leaking. Its master would clean it later, it was certain. Silently the Driller rolled its head around, looking for the weapon it was attacked with. It should take that weapon to its master. He would be proud if it came back with a weapon and an alive human that it didn't kill like ordered. No killing unless ordered. Even if it should slice the human in half for hurting its appendage.

Once it spots the weapons it brings out small pincers to pick it up carefully, then rumbles in at its passenger. It can't hurt the Driller now.]

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[vandalization]

[So this is it. She's being eaten by this thing. She's weak now from the blood loss and bleeding all up inside of it. Surprisingly no evidence of being digested.]

Please. Please if you understand words. Please let me go.

[Because clearly reason will work with this thing. She's half delirious.]

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[militarybred]

[Driller rolls its head to the side, peering in at the human. It did let the human go. It's not holding the thing anymore, didn't they notice? It provides a screech and a rumble, Driller speak for going to see its master now, as it begins to slither off.]

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[vandalization]

[When she opens her eyes, it's that simple. She's not being devoured as she expected. Not being ripped apart and the thing is just....]

Holy fuck.