"The storm is picking up and it's getting more aggressive." Smor's voice repelled back in the hangar where the glint of robot eyes and the whiff of the blood sky illuminated the dingy black room. Everyone in the room resisted uttering a single word, only the heavy roar of the wind and the coils of rain loomed through the calmness.

"Oh, right. How did the Bel Triplets get here anyway? I just noticed that." Rolthe muttered into the soundless shade, moaning afterwards as a spark of light crackled near Rolthe's leg that was trying to be healed by Zenhu as Rolthe kept still.

"Hang in there. Stop talking." Zenhu insisted.

"How are you walking freely? You were ruined as well."

"Mine was not that nasty. Yours is."

"We were pushed back and found ourselves with you lot," Belanna answered.

"The Brother Clan and Pacho, how are you all doing?" Derton spoke to his radio where a shiver of blue light shimmered a few inches away from the green bright eyes that blinked occasionally as Derton remembered his other comrades.

"We've pushed them back!" Ghus' voice responded with the audio chopping up. "But I don't think it will last that much longer!' Ghus exploded awful news into the room, sighs and gasps responded to the radio feedback and clattering of feet became sparse.

"Why won't it last?" Derton asked with cautiousness.

"Because the storm is wiping out a lot of our comrades and Feren was damaged badly," Ghus retorted in a high-pitched frantic voice. "And he's here…" Ghus whispered hopelessly.

"Who's there?" Derton asked, waiting for a response that was left unanswered, "WHO'S THERE?!" Derton yelled, uncovering his frustration and distress.

"No…! WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS WAR CRIMES-" Ghus' was heard through the radio screaming for his life that was flooded by grunting and clattering. A few seconds later after the clattering, a garish, choppy sound shrieked in a nightmare that dipped Derton into a lull realisation as the radio exited his grip and shuddered against the ground.

"This is all your fault, Zoomchard…" Khunex snickered as it echoed around the room until it hit Zoomchard who was in the far right corner, keeping a distance from the crew that were all shuffled up in a ball to warm each other up.

Zoomchard exhaled a devastating sadness of unforgivable torture, clutching his fist while Zenhu howled for his name — possibly to kill him. Zoomchard didn't fear being caught as he sauntered around the outlines of the crew in a calm composure after coming to a conclusion Zoomchard needed to be away and greet Khunex personally.

As Zoomchard reached the rift of the large doors that only showed a little bit of the destruction outside, he was halted by someone.

"Zoomchard… Where are you going?" Belthirssa called out.

Zoomchard twisted his head around to the words and found a silhouette of a small feminine figure aglow by a thin vertical line that shined onto the eyes, exhibiting the sorrow in Belthrissa's eyes as her left hand raised to touch Zoomchard.

Amid chaotic, amid the friction, Zoomchard slipped past the doors and the only thing Belthrissa could gather from what Zoomchard was saying was "I need to meet him"...

Gradually, Zoomchard snatched his hands onto the doors and pushed them towards each other to shut the doors just as Belthrissa ran over to stop Zoomchard in his tracks. But Zoomchard was stronger and eventually closed the doors, only seeing the last moment of Zenhu's crazy eyes.

The storm draped around Zoomchard, rinsing him humid as the wind swiftly knocked Zoomchard's ankles to trip him onto the ground. Zoomchard grabbed onto a handle extending from the door, losing control of his bottom half that flapped around severely, sometimes colliding Zoomchard against the door. Snapping him into pain, Zoomchard grabbed the string of desperation and limited his emotions because he had a job to do.

Zoomchard swung his body forward with all the strength he amassed and stood his ground, shielding his eyes from the rain that ripped through his metal as he painfully trod on. Rain and storms were super rare occasions that it has a 0.0000000008% chance of happening so most of the robot scientists could never predict the bizarre change to a planet that doesn't filter weather cycles. Snow was even rarer and it only happened twice in the years of this planet ever existing.

"Ugh…" Zoomchard groaned, repositioning his feet as he bent forwards to counter the multitude that kept prodding him back. Zoomchard had seen rain before and it was gentle to walk in but this kind of atrocity fired Zoomchard into a hard struggle just to naturally blink from the bone-crushing force that drills Zoomchard's face backwards non-stop.

The environment was a thick haze wall and the bottom of the wind obstacle curled upwards with rain twining into small tornadoes as it struck Zoomchard and its surroundings. Shadows of limbless corpses glimpsed Zoomchard as he nudged on and saw the bodies be flung far at an unbelievable speed and explode far in the distance. Zoomchard felt like he was in some sort of murky dream that conveyed its silent rage that it kept away for aeons until it slipped and this is the outcome. Demolition.

"I need to meet him…" Zoomchard repeated to himself in a deadpan tone, his eyes were closed and he kept pushing through the blockade. Zoomchard was concentrated with a robust mind, activating all the instincts he retained inside of him and immigrated with the wind. Zoomchard slips in some accidental moments but he reacts by gouging his fingers into the ground that his fingers start squirming and becoming erratic. The setback wasn't stopping Zoomchard though, he craved to sort out a principle that will hurt his career in the future.

"This storm isn't anything, Zoomchard," Zoomchard muttered.

The resilience and resistance ripened into a flourished flower, glimmering the grim reality with hopefulness. A reality that cramped Zoomchard onto his knees that gave up fighting and saw Zoomchard swimming across the slippery ground transferring into a brine, overshadowing Zoomchard with victory.

"No…" Zoomchard gulped, quenching his body forwards after experiencing a rip in his leg that postponed his progress. Zoomchard dug his fingers deep into the metallic ground, as he dug his right fingers into the ground to slap his legs awake with his left hand; the ground glistened and melted portions of skin from Zoomchard's fingers that tons of wires coloured and shaped in different variations were seen spluttering out from the thick skin as the chunks of skin rattled, contracting into the air.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Zoomchard cursed roughly, throwing himself back onto his feet to continue proceeding but the wind overturned Zoomchard into a scramble as he felt himself levitate into the air and sensed a barrier of fire crackling and travelling around his body while everything sped into a blur.

The wind shredded Zoomchard's earbuds from the rumbles of lightning zapping the ground and the high-pitched hum that diminished Zoomchard into insanity.

Zoomchard was shifted, swung and battered around the wind, his face distorted morbidly as lumps scatter around his limbs that Zoomchard thought was ripping away.

At its highest peak of destruction, Zoomchard rotted into darkness as his head flopped behind his back limply.

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"Why do you fight on?" A glitchy voice, tuning from a male to a female back and forth, interrogated the abyss Zoomchard endlessly floated in.

"I-"

"You fight on but yet you secretly worry for the worst outcome." The voice interrupted Zoomchard before he could speak.

"Well-"

"Do you not see the devastation these complications are inflicting on you?" It confided in a flat robotic tone.

"Maybe-"

"I've given you a new opportunity so many times. From the dawn of time to now, yet here I am supervising you like a mum looking after its baby." The voice rang, cluttering into a young female voice that sounded warm to listen to.

"Wait-"

"Do I have to rebuild you again? What's the purpose of trying to please them bots when they have already picked a side? They fear you, they contempt you, they question you. You have no strong position in their regiment anymore and that should be a worthless worry for you. They are weak, weak in addictions to pride and morale. No of them should rule your essence alone. I'd thought you'd noticed I've reprogrammed you so you could fit in and find all the weaknesses in this evolution of robots that are weakening the originals. But I guess I expected too much-"

"CAN YOU SHUT UP?! What are you on about?! What program?! What essence?! What the fuck are you saying?! I've never met you before! You're just like that crazy Khunex guy who's ruined my chance to avenge my family!" Zoomchard fumed.

"Family? You never once had a family, you were always alone, Zoomchard."

"My mind has gone crazy," Zoomchard remarked listlessly as he sluggishly swam through the darkness like this was normal for him, stretching out his arms, seeing portions of his fingers visibly show the wires under the skin, as well as his pinky finger being lost in time that was the last reminiscent of what was left with wires protruding from the palms.

"I'm not your mind, Zoomchard. I am one of your many creations, the only loyal one left."

"Whatever you say…" Zoomchard yawned, glancing around the room to see only the abyss staring back at him, giving him an uneasy feeling.

"Why aren't you listening, Zoomchard?"

"Because-"

"Have you given up on me finally? Is that it? The betrayal treatment of your creations finally broke you and now I'm going to be abandoned again? Why don't you listen to me, Zoomchard? I'm trying to save you. Listen to me, Zoomchard…" She bawled obnoxiously, hitting Zoomchard like a truck as the raven walls around him started to crumble.

"Listen to me, Zoomchard!" She lamented with her voice getting higher and higher each time, "Zoomchard!"

--

"Argh…" Zoomchard groaned, comprehending the pain around his head as he sat up into a calm world scattered in scars. Zoomchard looked at his lap and saw a black slim robot laid across his legs, numbing them. Zoomchard shoved the robot beside him and stumbled onto his feet where he saw a small figure charge towards him.

"There you are!" Belthrissa bubbled, swinging her hand in the air sideways as the crew behind her became clearer.

"Catch me a break…" Zoomchard sighed, sauntering off into imagination as that voice kept coming back to him.

"Was that my mind playing games?..."

"If it was, why does it feel like I remember her?"