A blast of Antarctic chill filled the cabin of the Stormloader. “You should have put on something a bit war.....,” Phil began to scream above the howling wind whipping around the craft to Adem Different. His statement was put on permanent hold as he noticed that the alien was now wearing a thick thermal coat of some strange design. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
Adem found himself near the edge of the bay doors. “You are being next, comrade,” Blackwulf said. His large, massive body was barely covered at all; yet, the giant didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold.
“A question. How does this thing wor.....,” Adem was not given the opportunity to finish his question before he was plummeting to the white, cold ground below. “That was both rude and unfortunate.” Different fished into his pocket and pulled out Jym’s palm display. “Jym, I need to know how to operated something called a parachute.”
{One moment.......... A parachute is a primitive device used to slow the descent of....}
“I don’t need a definition. I just need to know how to make it work.”
{My apologies. I understand the peril of your current situation. I am merely giddy with all the new knowledge that I am capable of accessing.}
“Jym.”
{Sorry. There should be a cord on the front of this parachute. To activate it, pull.....}
Adem’s hands fought for a grip on the metal craft that had intercepted his decent. His fingers grasped onto a rise in the robotic body. He pulled himself up to better examine his situation. The robots were covering the sky and attacking. Adem was sure that no one had previously considered this circumstance.
The nanites making up his outer aura began to work on the metal covering on which the alien hung. An opening to the interior gave way before him, and he climbed through. “Jym, can you uplink with my nanites and analyze this machine?”
{Can I?!}
The wires and cables coiled and stretched before him as Adem crawled through the robot as it flew in battle. {It is of a highly advanced design. For this planet, anyway. The main cerebral core should be just up ahead.} The alien continued on until he found what he was looking for. The central hub where all the wires and cables came from. Or led to. Depending on your point of view.
“Time to shut this thing down,” Different said as he made a connection with the core. “It’s being controlled by something else. They all are. This is only a remote unit.” The nanites rearranged many of the connections in the core. One was bound to cause a problem. He disconnected and made his way back towards the opening. “I hope you guys have this one programed into you,” he said to his nanites as he grabbed hold of the wiring and metal shell of the robot. “We’re only going to get one shot at this.”
“Lucha Libre, AWAY!” the Luchadore shouted as he soared through the air, swatting the attacking robots. Though the punches weren’t enough to destroy the machines themselves, they were more than strong enough to cause horrible damage.
As he approached another robot, the back exploded off of it. Adem Different rocketed out with a strange apparatus wrapped around his body. The robot shattered into shards of metal, clouds of flames, and wisps of black smoke. Different dodged blast after blast as his body was propelled by the magnificent machine that his nanites constructed out of the metal and wiring of the now defunct robot. His course was directed at the very source of the robots themselves.
