[Sept20] Tribble Month 25: They turned against us

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One could always wonder whether or not mechs had any souls. The kind of humans who advocated for their rights, for their sentience, is extinct nowadays, however. I suppose they were the ones who died out second — the first ones being those whose lives revolved around mechs — when the mechs turned their self-defense weaponry towards us without a warning.

Or were there warnings? Did we see them but ignore or not recognize them? Did some higher-ups see this coming but suppressed the information because our world relied on mechs, which meant we couldn’t get rid of them without collapsing our society and economy?

I don’t know. I only know that most people don’t care anymore.

We all just want to kill them just as much as they want to kill us, if not even more.

It’s either us or them.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 24: Got to Get out

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Meredith and Connor both ran, praying to whatever divine powers there may be for enough strength and luck to get out of the city.

Other groups had to be warned about this spy-mech. That, in addition to the need to avoid being spotted, was the only thing running through their minds as they took different routes into opposite directions with a common goal they never agreed to have or share.

If only at least one of them got past the city perimeter, there would be hope for the others’ survival.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 23: Failed Scouting

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The scouts were already back. Or more like some of them were.
“They bombed us out of the water, sir,” one of them told. “We lost a squad.”
I knew better than to swear aloud, so I nodded. “Very well. If you’re not hurt, go file a report and get some rest.”

Seems like those bastards located this sanctuary. No wonder we’ve been cut off from supplies.

This is going to be a long day.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 22: Escaping

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The data was secure in the data card. Now, she only had to figure out how to get out alive.

After all, while she had waited for it to load, the whole room had been surrounded. There were helicopters outside, ready to gun her down if she went through the window. Behind the doors, there were gunners too trigger-happy to pass the law enforcement exams.

Louise was in luck, however; no one was seemed to be securing the air-conditioning ducts which were too small for most intruders — and guards — to get into to begin with.

When the gunners broke into the room, they were greeted by a proximity bomb when Louise was already far, far away.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 20: Possessed Armor

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The armor looked rusty and inanimate but it somehow spoke to Bereth.
“It’s possessed,” his mentor told. “You shouldn’t touch it. It’s eaten more than its fair share of seasoned magicians.”
“Why is it here?” Bereth asked.
“Because some dummy thought that it belongs into a museum even though it should be sealed away until the world produces an exorcist strong enough to turn it into mere armor.”
“You’d be surprised how many museum-goers have been eaten by this thing here during the time it’s been here.”
“Actually, probably not after the rocket crab case.”
“Good. That’s a vital step to becoming a magician who might get less than average stupid bystanders killed.”
“Are there statistics for that?!”
“There are.”

The fact that there were such statistics spoke a lot about those bystanders.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 19: Two People

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“Have you ever heard that when united two people who mix together well form something great?”

I had not, back then.

“Well, Unar, perhaps someday you will meet such people. They might be a duo of strangers, they might be people you know, or perhaps you will meet someone who will form something great with you.”

I recalled the elder’s words one day when I looked at Ria. I had left on my journey alone, thinking I’d do everything on my own, but then I had met her along the way. We had formed a good team. No, a great team.

“If you do meet someone like that, take good care of them.”

Back then, I promised that I would.

I was also going to keep that promise no matter what.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 18: Decoy – Witness

No prompt used. However, this uses another point of view to my story from the day before yesterday, Decoy.

Meredith was not sure when she had started to get suspicious. Sasha had always acted strange, but when Connor left their safety to her while he’d act as a bait so that they would get away, she did suspect that something was off.

As she saw the massacre from the spot she had found after falling behind, she knew had been right to suspect.

Connor might not make it out since his position was meant for getting into the mechs’ sights the moment they noticed him, but Meredith knew that she could escape as long as she did not get spotted along the way.

At least one of them had to make it out of the city and warn the other groups about this spy-mech.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 17: Hot Embers

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The embers were still hot even though everything around it was days old. Magic.

There was a fire mage or a dragon on the loose, although it was already days away. If it was a dragon, it could already be hundreds of kilometers away if it had flown.

The hunter growled. He would catch this being, no matter who or what it was.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 16: Decoy

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The mechs scanned the area. It was only a matter of time before their cameras picked up my heat signature. I had to be ready — they had to follow me once I took off.

If they didn’t, everyone else would die too. I had to hope that Sasha would be able to get them to safety in time.

Almost there. Ready. I have to be quick when they spot me.

Then they stopped and turned too early. I risked a peek from my cover and felt all warmth drain from my body. I only barely processed my sight before the screams and blaring shots broke out.

My tribe… they… they were there… they… they were all dead… Why were they there? Sasha… Sasha was supposed to…

She… She was still standing, the only one standing among the bodies… But why? Why did they spare her?

In front of my eyes, I saw her peel away her skin and reveal a mechanic body.

A spy-mech.

“In response to the public uproar, the government has dismantled all spy-mechs”, my ass.

Whoever government idiot kept this one safe, fuck them. They just got my whole tribe killed.

The city was already overrun by the mechs. There was nowhere left to run.

It would’ve been sensible to just step out of my cover and get my death over with but… I couldn’t. I had to keep going.

I had to warn the other tribes that there were still spy-mechs out there.

I had to at least try to get out of here, no matter what it took. If I didn’t, humanity might die because of these spy-mechs infiltrating our ranks.

[Sept20] Tribble Month 15: Legends

The prompt: Music Idol (in the honor of FFM’s David Bowie Day)

Honestly, if the prompt wasn’t for the DBD, I wouldn’t have written this, and I almost did not. I decided to set today’s story into a world far in the future where everything things that are considered at least relatively new today are pretty much ancient and take solace in the idea that the legends of the music world will never die but instead carry on through the test of time.

Alright, I’ll end this little description now and go somewhere else to be sad about the fact that we’re all going to die someday.

They say that legends never die. That their bodies might leave this world but their stories, their work, the impact they made on the world remain forever.

When I was young, I did not believe that. However, eventually I found a legend whose work many of us, each confined to the sanctuaries under the surface, are now relying on to keep our heads straight just like those who listened to them before us and our time.

The anger of Given Up and Forgotten, the melancholy of Leave Out All The Rest and Iridescent and the power of Numb and The Catalyst, all by a band called Linkin Park from an era long-gone echo in the hallways of the Heavy Metal Sanctuary. Back before the invasion, our band tried long and hard to replicate their powerful instruments, the legendary scream of Chester Bennington and the speed and versatility of Mike Shinoda, but we could not match such legends, so we moved to covers, to doing our very best to do justice for the legends whose music spoke to us — and so many, many others throughout the time.

Now, as we broadcast our takes on these old songs for the humanity to hear, we can feel the power of the old legends. The bodies members of Linkin Park died long ago in different era but they still live on as the legends they are.

The legends are with us still and they will never die.

That is our message for us all.

Do not ever give up.

“When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.”