"I don't think I can hold on anymore!" A robot shrieked under heavy fire, sat up against a thirty feet wooden plank wall, gripping heavily onto a blocky rifle that contained a trigger the robot was resting one of his fingers on. The blocky assault rifle clanked against the robot's chest as the long flimsy barrel extending from the assault rifle pointed right up their chin.

"Are you stupid?! You signed up knowing damn well what you're going up against!" A sturdy deep voice roared, rushing into view as a thirty feet tall red robot with an athletic body build, snatched the assault rifle out of the traumatised robot's hand and unleashed his kick across the traumatised robot's head, knocking them out in an instant as they didn't stand a chance. The large robot turned around to face a hatch jetting out of the ground protected by a bridge acting as a roof like nothing just happened and now has a poker expression on his face. The large robot had ten badges from the military on his right chest and had an octagon shaped head with a scratchy grey face with a scar ripping down his left eye to give his green eyes a menacing aura to stare at.

"I've finally found the right soldier." The serious robot cackled to himself, darting his eyes down at a prone soldier under the hatch who was in the progress of cocking the bolt back on his rifle to let out more rounds into the battlefield. Their figure wasn't yet determined as they wore a trench coat in digital green camo and were covering their face with a hoodie.

"Private Zoomchard, may you come out of your hatch?" The robot requested the quiet robot, who was about to pull the trigger but placed the long gun to the corner of the hatch, standing it upright as the robot in the trench coat crawled onto his knees and crawled out of the hatch to straighten his joints. The robot pulled back his hoodie with his lanky fingers and revealed a deadpan face matching his grey sterile eyes until his dark grey pointy ears flopped out into the open to exhibit the green and purple robot lost in time.

"Yes, Lieutenant Derton?" Zoomchard responded apathetically, patting his mouth as his mouth stretched into a long-anticipated yawn in the face of a Lieutenant.

"Come with me." Derton insisted, considering Zoomchard's lazy laid back attitude as both crawled under the restricted zone that prohibits soldiers from standing up unless they have a death wish and want to be shot. While on their walk to somewhere secluded, slipping through cramped areas, pulling pieces off their muscles in the meantime just to get to somewhere, Zoomchard counted every lively head in this inflexible trench up to at least a thousand troops.

"I heard you made quite a name for yourself." Derton applauded Zoomchard, sounding muffled as all Zoomchard heard were buzzes of bullets exchanging hits on both sides as one robot dropped dead in front of Zoomchard. He took time to look at the dead white soldier, seeing it was a student and had a baggy build to their body, not for the fact that raven spiky thorns were growing out of the robot's shoulders and forehead. After looking at the dead soldier unfazed, Zoomchard stepped over the corpse and hurriedly walked over to Derton to remain in his grip.

"I have?" Zoomchard asked with a monotone, acting as he was already bored of Derton's presence.

"You're an introverted type, ey?" Derton chuckled. "In your two year run in the military. My interest in you has grown the more you kill a hundred hostiles a week." Derton expressed his real thoughts.

"Not my fault they're in the open all the time," Zoomchard stated seriously, being hit with a truck when Derton burst out laughing, making Zoomchard believe he was talking to a maniac.

As Zoomchard saw himself get diverted away from the busier crowds from a high adrenalin atmosphere, he quickly caught on to the drastic change of the present atmosphere that he hasn't experienced yet in his years in the military. It went from energetic to fierce, and Zoomchard had to be on high alert all the time since he was now miles away from the trench packed with mad soldiers and was now in the area of the trench, where nothing but the clanking sounds of his feet and Derton's feet satisfied the air and the incisions of the wood planks peeling off the walls for uncared treatment.

"I see you've noticed you are in a mildly different area from the area you camped in. Good senses, my strong soldier; the area you are in right now is the proper no-go zone — nobody makes it out alive when they're stubborn enough to enter the no-go zone." Derton acknowledged, clasping his hand on Zoomchard's shoulder as he ducked under a wooden plank stretching across the top, depth enough for soldiers to walk over to then turn a corner that popped out of the walls and approach an open field with one large military base where only a few were seen hanging around the area.

"What's so dangerous about a quiet area?"

"Snipers," Derton answered, waving at the soldiers in the distance, who all waved back.

"I see you brought another slave." A black robot with red highlights around its kneecaps and elbows addressed Derton with a smirk in a strong accent. The white robot had two black triangular horns sticking out of the side of its head and had a cyan glow escaping out from a pocket that spanned across their chest, matching their cyan eyes.

"He's a prospect, not a slave, Zenhu." Derton snapped back.

"Was being sarcastic," Zenhu laughed, shaking his hand in Derton's face, Derton reacted by smacking away the hand.

"Make it obvious next time."

Zoomchard had a good look at this robot who's a native of QUdensk, they were tall and stood twenty-eight feet, their feet shape were a flat cone, possessing a brawny body structure and had a white skin to compliment the black and red even more that remain prominent all over the body. Their shoulder pads were bulky but that was the only part that was bulky in this robot that had a red cross crest sighted on their pocket chest.

"Where are your snipers?" Zoomchard asked Derton, taking his eyes off Zenhu who found another robot to mess with.

"Resting on the skyscrapers," Derton mentioned, pointing his finger at the four skyscrapers that barricaded the out of place military base with one massive opening building that had tables of weapons stacked on the right and tables of technology stacked on the left from what Zoomchard could gather from a far distance looking inside.

Derton and Zoomchard made it inside the building without skirmishes or injuries and Derton took Zoomchard on a tour around the interior. There is a wooden board with legs in the middle of what seems to be the meeting area and it portrays a global map of the planet Mechan with certain areas drawn out and scribbled messes on other areas. A toilet room was provided in the left-back corner of the building and a freezing storage room of truitz awaited in the right back corner of the room.

Zoomchard didn't notice it but when he did, he saw thirteen robots ranging from short to tall close in on him and it jumped him out of his skin. All had different coloured eyes and all represented a different personality; most treated the situation with seriousness while others, like Zenhu, laughed it off and was seen trying to tease Zoomchard. Derton gestures to Zoomchard to stand by his side in the middle of the meeting area and Zoomchard obliges just before Derton starts informing the soldiers standing in a row in front of him.

"Today, my regiment of warriors. There's a new member in town, and he goes by the name Zoomchard. He is aged 236, fairly young and has already piled up several corpses under his reign. Zoomchard joined the military two years ago but due to his hard nature — he became a private straight away and now kills up to an estimated 157 enemies per week." Derton educated the calm group left jaw dropped as Derton wrote away with a pen on a clean whiteboard after lifting the map over the previous wooden board to have a spare room.

"If it's true he's killed 157 a week for two exact years; his death count would be 16,328...and that's on a prophetic level of danger." A male robot second to the left at the end with a lanky short body, standing twenty-one feet tall and covered in blue gasped while repositioning his glasses glimmering from the sun in the background.

"Like Smor classified, with Zoomchard's kill count he'd be ranked ninth in Conhuy's most dangerous soldiers and ranked twentieth in the global ranking of most dangerous soldiers. I'd specifically chosen him for that main reason — he fits into our squad perfectly, and we needed a private after we lost one last week."

"He looks pathetic. He is cursed as well," A female robot blossomed in aqua blue reached out through the silence; the female was in the middle of the line and had the same slim muscular body structure of Zoomchard but stood two feet higher. Her eyes shined a glossy green as she glanced away from the conversation, trying to loosen the sudden intense glare she discovered just as she said her line.

"And that is Belthrissa, one of the Bel Triplets. She's always moody, ignore her," Derton informed Zoomchard by whispering into Zoomchard's ear.

Zoomchard understood the assignment and was left to whatever he wanted by the command of Derton. Zoomchard was offered the choice to go back to the battleground or stay in this cosy, yet not so cosy, area to relax. He took the second choice and strolled around the area, not introducing himself to the other soldiers because he didn't have a reason to yet. The only thing on Zoomchard's mind was to figure out why Belthrissa held this high authority over him and looked at him like a pile of shit.

It didn't take long to find Belthrissa, she was seen hanging near the exit of the military base with two identical robots, enjoying their time. As Zoomchard approached with passion, he spotted Belthrissa and her lookalikes all had one black-rimmed wheel protruding from their backs like backpacks that were connected to a dashboard by two suspension tubes facing Zoomchard with the windshields facing the sky and having thin handlebars on either end. And the other wheel was discovered fractured in half, hanging on the back of the shins.

"What's up with all this fancy stuff?" Zoomchard asked without emotion, gaining Belthrissa's attention who took a look at Zoomchard, scanned him up and down and scoffed before focusing her whole awareness on Zoomchard.

"Fancy stuff? What, you mean the wheels? They aren't "fancy" stuff, they're me." Belthrissa scoffed, sizing Zoomchard. Zoomchard glared Belthrissa straight in the eyes and raised his hand to slap her across the face, which Belthrissa didn't have time to dodge and took on the slap that made a loud bang as soon as it collided. The slap punched Belthrissa sideways, almost losing her balance and left her paralysed in shock.

"And so is my "curse". It's a part of me and is a rare genetic issue, not a "curse" like you phrased it." Zoomchard snapped back, sneering at the two useless pink and purple identical robots who didn't know what to do in this scenario and kept speechless as Zoomchard wandered off.

"He's a feisty one, give or take." A chubby yellow robot said with a war helmet resting over their silver face shimmering from the white ghostly eyes with the upper arms and thighs being black while everything else is painted yellow.

"What's the bet?" A skinny orange robot said, with blasters extending from their boxy shoulders on silver poles, that they also had their eyes covered with an orange visor over a silver face with an almost mullet shaped head.

"You'll hand me your pistols for the next upcoming operation when Zoomchard leaves this area because he shat himself." The yellow robot snickered with a hard accent.

"Nah Nah, let us use your rocket launcher and minigun, Feren." Another skinny robot shaded purple said, joining the conversation with a silver faceplate covering the bottom half of their grey face bordered by a smooth purple boxing headgear wearing a squared spoiler over the head, like a hook, and a grey circled chest plate not so different as the chest matched both of the arms that are dominated as grey. They were taller than both of the other two robots as they stood twenty-three feet while the other two stood twenty-one feet, gesturing at the rocket launcher attached to the orange robot's left shoulder pad.

"Let's go, Ghus!" The yellow robot cheered the purple robot up, trading fist bumps as the yellow robot jerked his shoulder at Ghus.

"That's unfair, Hent!" Feren moaned, shoving the yellow robot away from him.

"Ho! Now, now. Enough with the violence young man." Hent cackled with Ghus joining in.

"You just complimented me as I'm three years older than you punks," Feren smirked proudly, crossing his arms and standing tall.

"No, it means you're immature." Ghus reacted quickly as Feren felt himself deflate endlessly.

"Damn….that's tough," Hent coughed, trying to pull back his laughter.

Hent and Ghus continued to bully Feren in a brotherly way near the entrance of the meeting building as Derton walked out from the building to spot Zoomchard leaving the undiscovered area to head back to the battlefield with an apathetic expression loaded across his face. Derton swapped from casually walking to fully sprinting to catch up with Zoomchard, who was now so far away from the base and was closer to the battlefield.

"Hey, Zoomchard! Zoomchard!" Derton yelled at the top of his voice box to reach Zoomchard — luckily, Zoomchard heard Derton calling his name and nonchalantly turned his head around to lock his eyes with Derton's eyes, standing a couple of feet away from each other.

"What's up? Why are you leaving?" Derton questioned, plainly undermined as his expression didn't say less of a leader losing one of its soldiers or a parent losing one of its cubs.

"Because I'm simply bored. There's nothing here involving hectic scenarios." Zoomchard settled, building up strong sturdy walls around him as he doubtfully persisted in interacting with unfamiliar robots he cared less about or thought that half of these robots won't be as useful as him finding a way to avenge the ones he lost to the enemy.

"Do you not need rest? Every night I patrol that trench, I see you looking down at that sight waiting for hostile movements. And I've read your health history; your insomnia is very disastrous and you need rest." Derton reasoned, revealing one of his motives as he felt Zoomchard's distant eyes pierce through him like Zoomchard was disgusted with Derton's intervention.

"What's the point of resting when there are enemies out there that need to be killed?" Zoomchard asked, setting the light to the argument that was about to blast off.

"You mad robot, just take my advice and come under my wing. Most of these soldiers faced similar problems as you. They are like you, family." Derton insisted.

"I'm fine, thanks." Zoomchard sneered as he started turning around to abandon the argument.

"Please!"

"NO-" Zoomchard exclaimed, as the match exploded into a quarrel, a bullet, sharper than a needle, dampened Zoomchard into a limbless state as the wind took Zoomchard down a highway of dizziness and imprisoned him as concealed dust, blown by the galaxy, clouded his vision and shaved his legs off when Zoomchard noticeably tumbled to the ground without consciousness.

Derton, on high alert, knew this moment would happen, punched his chest that then busted open like a zipline to reveal secret spacious storage where Derton dug around to draw a towering chain that Derton used to his advantage and lunged it at Zoomchard. The chain, like it had a mind of its own, lived through the breeze and wriggled around Zoomchard possessing his body, then Derton tightened the grasp and gently leaned back to keep Zoomchard balanced on his foot.

"I've got you!"

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A violet robot, tall as Derton, but thin and feminine in size and had a back that appeared like a boxed rucksack, read the room of the area and noticed how dark and morbid it felt that curiosity got the best of this violet robot. The violet robot peeked inside and saw what looks like a flattened metallic bed behind the board was wired up to an injured robot; the violet robot stepped inside and kept her eyes on Derton, who was sitting down on an outsized metallic chair, conveying stress as his hands, clasped against each other, covered his mouth while Derton's eyes, without end, stared at the ground.

"Aw, my poor baby." The violet robot empathised, locking her arms around Derton to rest his head on her lower waist as she rubbed Derton's shoulders effectively.

"Menos, I tried reasoning with him." Derton whimpered, tapping his head up to meet the eyes of beauty; her eyes were a gentle purple, her lips were thin and small, she had a small oval head and a white face with a toned pink blush smudged under her almond eyes that had long coarse eyelashes angling upwards with red highlights hanging at end of both eyes.

"It's fine, darling. Don't worry too much about it." Menos gleamed gently.

"I know, I know…it's just…that he reminds me of our lost son…"

"I guess we didn't have different thoughts, after all," Menos murmured as she looked at Zoomchard on the bed, wired up with all medical equipment that had green liquid in the tubes to revive an unconscious spirit.

"He has a bright future ahead of him…."