Piss and Moan
Apr 5, 2014 6:33:00 GMT -6
Post by SugarRequired on Apr 5, 2014 6:33:00 GMT -6
Kenji sat down, the wooden chair creaked softly at the weight. His hand slipping over his short brown hair and then neatly trimmed facial hair, he had never liked facial hair before her disappearance. He couldn’t find the heart to shave it off. He shifted his worn combat boots on his feet under his chair and dropped his snub nose semi-automatic gun on the table. He took it everywhere with him, it was like his pet or third hand. Some people in the community thought it was a little strange. Most didn’t care as long as he didn’t use it on them or himself.
Nightmares were trampling his mind harder than usual tonight and his connections between metal and bone on his shoulders were aching with the shift in weather. The metallic brown fleshless fingers picked up the pack of cigarettes without crushing them. Every day he was gained a little more control over the new additions to his body. He tapped one out and tossed the pack on the table, he flicked his lighter and held the flame against the end of the hand rolled cigarette. He took a long drag the nicotine jolted his system and gave him a slight buzz. He blew the smoke from his nose and grabbed a half full fifth of whiskey and poured himself a shot. He leaned back in his chair ignoring the silent figure across the table from him. He drained the shot glass in one swallow and sat the tiny glass on the table.
“Wrench has been in her workshop for sixteen hours straight,” Geir said returning to his rifle he was assembling after a good cleaning. His habit to do after a long day of patrol, it relaxed him.
Kenji peered at the man with a robotic eye that illuminated the left side of his face in blue light. The war hero had lost his eye during the first wave of robots and lost his commission in the armed forces dubbed as useless to the military. With Geir came Wrench or the other way around. Either way, the two had joined their little band of resistance shortly before the stunt at the hospital that had damaged both of Kenji's arms. It was Wrench that had attached the cybernetic eye with targeting enhancements to Geir’s lost optical organ, shortly after he had lost it. Wrench was crazy smart with all sorts of doctorates and degrees under her belt. Since her arrival, Wrench’s work had given a lot of people their mobility and independence back, Kenji’s included. No one knew the relationship between the two, they barely talked but had a strong bond of friendship. “How is that unusual?”
Hurried footsteps, caused Geir to slap the rest of his rifle together with practiced efficiency, a skinny and very dirty kid rushed to their table. “Incoming,” she said breathless, pointing the way she had come. “South side.”
Weapons were grabbed and the two were on their feet and hurrying through the tunnels that opened to the south. Geir dropped to laid on his belly and set up his rifle on a low profile tripod and peered through his scope with his flesh eye. “One,” he said, his finger slipped over the trigger and he shifted his body to place his robotic against the scope. “Searching.” The scrolling information always present in the artificial eye blinked and fuzzed at random intervals.
Kenji grabbed the binoculars and found the running figure, the black haired male was bloody, shirtless and had very large pistols in each hand. He glanced over his shoulder. The action caused both men to look at what the male was running from. A robot with bullets riddled over the outer harden case, one eye was hanging out by the wires and one arm was limp at the side. Geir pulled the trigger and the robot crashed into a heap.
The male stopped and stared then looked around wildly before diving behind a small rock barely large enough to protect his head.
Kenji rushed down the steep embankment and pointed his gun to the new arrival, several of the community behind him. “Give me one excuse,” he said, easing his cigarette between his lips. “I’ll pop you faster than your friend there.”
The robot’s tracking device was removed. “The device has been shot, we are golden.”
“Check him,” Geir ordered as he approached.
“I’m human,” the youth yelled as he was manhandled checking for the barcode and other signs of the cyborg species the robots favored. “Ouch, those are my nads. Stop touching my nads!”
Kenji cocked his gun and the black hair male fell silent, empty hands rose in silent surrender.
“Name.”
“Ning,” he said, his dark eyes shifting from Kenji to Geir a few steps behind him. “We were in the east, a terminating cyborg wiped out my colony and I have been on the run since.”
Geir picked up one of the altered pistol Ning had been carrying. The thing wasn't standard issue, it had been altered, could fire a high caliber round and the kick back would be insane. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“My own…ouch. Design,” he glared at the human still searching him. “You going to buy me dinner or what?”
“He’s clean,” another said glancing at the robot. “We will take that," the man nodded to the fallen robot. "To Wrench.”
“Damn,” Kenji said taking a drag on his cigarette as he lowered his weapon. “I was hoping to kill him.”
“Maybe next time,” Geir said holding out a hand to the new addition to their colony. “Welcome to Piss and Moan.”
“What sort of name is that?” Ning took the offered hand and was on his feet moment later. He scooped up his other gun and the three of them returned to the safety of the cave.
Geir shrugged a shoulder. “It works.”
Nightmares were trampling his mind harder than usual tonight and his connections between metal and bone on his shoulders were aching with the shift in weather. The metallic brown fleshless fingers picked up the pack of cigarettes without crushing them. Every day he was gained a little more control over the new additions to his body. He tapped one out and tossed the pack on the table, he flicked his lighter and held the flame against the end of the hand rolled cigarette. He took a long drag the nicotine jolted his system and gave him a slight buzz. He blew the smoke from his nose and grabbed a half full fifth of whiskey and poured himself a shot. He leaned back in his chair ignoring the silent figure across the table from him. He drained the shot glass in one swallow and sat the tiny glass on the table.
“Wrench has been in her workshop for sixteen hours straight,” Geir said returning to his rifle he was assembling after a good cleaning. His habit to do after a long day of patrol, it relaxed him.
Kenji peered at the man with a robotic eye that illuminated the left side of his face in blue light. The war hero had lost his eye during the first wave of robots and lost his commission in the armed forces dubbed as useless to the military. With Geir came Wrench or the other way around. Either way, the two had joined their little band of resistance shortly before the stunt at the hospital that had damaged both of Kenji's arms. It was Wrench that had attached the cybernetic eye with targeting enhancements to Geir’s lost optical organ, shortly after he had lost it. Wrench was crazy smart with all sorts of doctorates and degrees under her belt. Since her arrival, Wrench’s work had given a lot of people their mobility and independence back, Kenji’s included. No one knew the relationship between the two, they barely talked but had a strong bond of friendship. “How is that unusual?”
Hurried footsteps, caused Geir to slap the rest of his rifle together with practiced efficiency, a skinny and very dirty kid rushed to their table. “Incoming,” she said breathless, pointing the way she had come. “South side.”
Weapons were grabbed and the two were on their feet and hurrying through the tunnels that opened to the south. Geir dropped to laid on his belly and set up his rifle on a low profile tripod and peered through his scope with his flesh eye. “One,” he said, his finger slipped over the trigger and he shifted his body to place his robotic against the scope. “Searching.” The scrolling information always present in the artificial eye blinked and fuzzed at random intervals.
Kenji grabbed the binoculars and found the running figure, the black haired male was bloody, shirtless and had very large pistols in each hand. He glanced over his shoulder. The action caused both men to look at what the male was running from. A robot with bullets riddled over the outer harden case, one eye was hanging out by the wires and one arm was limp at the side. Geir pulled the trigger and the robot crashed into a heap.
The male stopped and stared then looked around wildly before diving behind a small rock barely large enough to protect his head.
Kenji rushed down the steep embankment and pointed his gun to the new arrival, several of the community behind him. “Give me one excuse,” he said, easing his cigarette between his lips. “I’ll pop you faster than your friend there.”
The robot’s tracking device was removed. “The device has been shot, we are golden.”
“Check him,” Geir ordered as he approached.
“I’m human,” the youth yelled as he was manhandled checking for the barcode and other signs of the cyborg species the robots favored. “Ouch, those are my nads. Stop touching my nads!”
Kenji cocked his gun and the black hair male fell silent, empty hands rose in silent surrender.
“Name.”
“Ning,” he said, his dark eyes shifting from Kenji to Geir a few steps behind him. “We were in the east, a terminating cyborg wiped out my colony and I have been on the run since.”
Geir picked up one of the altered pistol Ning had been carrying. The thing wasn't standard issue, it had been altered, could fire a high caliber round and the kick back would be insane. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“My own…ouch. Design,” he glared at the human still searching him. “You going to buy me dinner or what?”
“He’s clean,” another said glancing at the robot. “We will take that," the man nodded to the fallen robot. "To Wrench.”
“Damn,” Kenji said taking a drag on his cigarette as he lowered his weapon. “I was hoping to kill him.”
“Maybe next time,” Geir said holding out a hand to the new addition to their colony. “Welcome to Piss and Moan.”
“What sort of name is that?” Ning took the offered hand and was on his feet moment later. He scooped up his other gun and the three of them returned to the safety of the cave.
Geir shrugged a shoulder. “It works.”