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Junk Yard Discovery

A small planet, third from the large ball of ignited gas, a large building riddled with many advanced technology, a single young woman yawns to herself. She had long brown hair she keeps in a ponytail in an almost cartoon fashion. Her uniform is a green button up shirt with the top two buttons undone; to show off the cleavage of her natural bust, a blue and yellow checker-pattern skirt, knee high white socks with black rings along the top, and black buckle shoes. Her sapphire eyes glanced over the lesson along the Touch Board and already had an answer figured out to at least half of tomorrow’s classes. That’s why she prefers to stay home; she’s too smart for school, but no one would believe her.

She yawned again as the teacher droned on about how back in some odd year; life on Earth wasn’t as easy as it was today. In fact, about a thousand years ago, the idea of the technology we have today was only in the backrooms of civil society. The people of then didn’t even imagine that the people of the now would prosper with such tech. But she understood that, seeing as she understands tech more than anyone, given that her family is the biggest robotics and military mecha builders this side of the Rio Grande of the United States. Then again, her current position meant she was on the farthest side of the planet from the USA, yet the closest too. Depends on which way on the holo-map you go.

As the final bell rang, she gathered up her belongings and headed out. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and walked right out the front door. She didn’t have any friends, but she wasn’t really unwelcomed by the robots. Every single robot made in today’s society was made by her family’s robotics company; which she really hated with all her guts. With her parents, it was always the company first and family second. Actually, it was money second, robotics third, payrolls forth, etc. until family came up dead last. They never had time for her and she knew it was the company that kept their minds like that.

As she neared the impossibly tall building she knew to be the company her family built several generations ago, she knew that the conversation she’d try to start with her father would end as it always does.

“I’m too busy right now to talk,” she mocked in her best deep voice as she could. She sighed. “Try listening to me once in a while Dad…” She headed inside and was immediately sent to her father’s office via a push of a button from the receptionist.

When she got a look at her father, she could easily understand why her mother married him before the money was brought in. With short black hair slicked back business-like, he was the near perfect image of a successful athlete, if any were still human. He was chiseled like a marble statue made from a diamond hammer. Dressed in a black business suit with a white shirt and red tie, he was handsome as much as he was a brilliant inventor. He was currently signing papers; as usual, he didn’t make any indication that she had entered. In a chair in front of his desk was an old looking General with more ribbons and medals than she could count. His neatly trimmed thinning white hair was the only thing that really drew attention away from his face, which had a really gnarly scar running from one corner of his face from his ear to the other corner to touch his chin. He had another that went over one eye; he claims to have gotten both from a rouge AI that went against him and his team of fifty. Only five survived, and he’s the last still alive.

The General looked back at her and gave a nod. He looked back to her Father. “Now, Mr. Ishimoru.” Her Father looked up. “I expect great progress for the Project. I’ll come see you in about a couple weeks to finalize the construction of the weapons.” He got up and put his hat on. “Good day, Mr. Ishimoru.” He turned and left, vanishing in a flash of green light signifying that he was teleported.

She looked to her father as he got back to his paperwork. She sighed and stepped up to the desk. “Hi Dad.” He didn’t acknowledge her. “I got another 100 percent in school today.” Still no response. She sighed. “Hey, guess what? I’m pregnant.” Not even a twitch of surprise; and that was her last ditch to start a conversation with him. Sighing, she turned away and shrugged her arms. “I’ll be at the junkyard if you need me. I’ll be home before dinner.” With nothing short of the sound of pencil across paper, she left with a sigh.

A pilot inside the GV-0945T Hail-Mary, or just called the Mary, was walking along the outer rim of a large satellite deep in space above Earth’s atmosphere. He was checking that everything was in line for the free float needed to repair a relay wing.

“Okay, everything is in the green,” he said after flipping a few triggers and activating a few sensors. “Time for my bird to fly.”

“Damn John,” said the voice of John’s best friend. “If you love the thing so much, why not just marry it?” A laugh came from the other operators. “And make sure not to break it like the last three mechs.”

“You insult me sir,” John retorted. “Those were not my doing. I only pilot my bird, no one else’s.”

Another wave of laughter rang in his ears. John sighed as he shut off coms for the moment. He stayed focused on the current objective. Looking up, he checked the readouts of the outlook of his bird. With a round helmet, round inner skeleton and rugged outer armor that could be jettisoned to quickly blast away from danger, the Hail-Mary was the basic outlook of a Gravity Versatile model mecha, with a few extras being a Terra class. But that seemed to do little to improve John’s interest in self modifying this specific mech and adding his own flare. That was an argument meant for another time.

Reactivating the communications, he readied himself. “Alright guys, here we go; GV-0945T Hail-Mary engaging free-float.” With a flip of the switch, his bird’s magnet generators disengaged and he began floating in space. Using impulse bursts, John moved his bird towards the damaged relay wing. But he stopped abruptly when he saw something shoot out from nowhere. He blinked a couple times to make sure that what he saw was right. “Hey, you guys seeing this? I’m seeing a mecha shooting towards Earth!” He checked his communications; they were being jammed. “Hello? Is anybody there?”

He looked back to where the shooting robot came from and saw a small swirling vortex of energy. His eyes widened as a vapor of white light spilled out and approached him and the satellite. He took aim with a few of the guns. “Guys! Please respond! I’m seeing a lot freaky things going on out-…” The vapor clung to his bird, surrounded him inside the mecha, and then began to alter everything about him, the mech, and the people inside the satellite. He yelled out in pain as he could feel painful changes happening.

His body merged with his spacesuit and clothing. Fur grew quickly and turned a bright orange. John tore off his helmet and felt his teeth turn into sharp fangs and his mouth formed a snout. His hair changed into short orange fur as cat like ears popped up. Black stripes formed as claws extended from his nails. His eyes turned feral and obedient. Looking to the controls, the alien who was once human dug his claws into them. The mecha itself then gained stripes formed along the Hail-Mary inner frame as the outer frame merged the two sets of armor together. The soldier grinned as he looked towards the satellite. An almost insane cackle left his muzzled lips.

“We have found a new base of operations, My Lord,” spoke the Lieutenant. He gazed towards the vortex as more mist sprouted and merged with the human satellite, basking it in a dark light and obscuring it from view. “We’ll keep a few of the naked apes alive to keep sending wrong information. This new world, although infested with lower life forms than those damned Dragonlians, will be easy pickings to allow us to return to full strength! These humans will be ours to concur!”

The light that was noticed before was still vapor, but it was heading to a specific target, a place where it could reform without being noticed. But it had too much weight, too much volume. So, after managing reentry, the light allowed a little bit of itself to fall off; unwanted information for the computer that was useless for it without a worthy pilot. However, what the object didn’t consider was the fact this planet was inhabited and that it had passed over a schoolgirl on her way to very same junkyard it had finally landed in.

Rubbing her eyes, Sakiuya blinked out some dust that fell on her. She cursed to herself as she stopped before the entry gate to the junkyard she works at part-time. Actually, and this is unknown to even her parents, she’s been funding this junkyard with her extra allowance money. Enough that her parents know she’s spending what she wants, and yet she kept enough that she puts it away to buy the junkyard when she tells her parents she doesn’t want to be in the family business. After splashing some water in her face from her bottle, she headed inside the junkyard.

Looking around, she smiled as the awful smells of a dump flooded her. And she loved it. Taking in a deep breath, she progressed forward, dropping her school gear into a pass code locked trunk, grabbed a welding visor, and checked in with the afternoon shift manager. After checking in, she went to her usual spot and got right to working on her latest invention. Maybe if she finishes this, her father will finally notice her.

Setting the two over-the-ear pieces in their correct spots, the holographic visor appeared over her eyes but stayed clear. She set up her current project and grabbed a torch welder. As she began working, her visor darkened instantly, and her project kept her focus trained. So trained, she didn’t notice a shadowed figure sneaking his way close to her. He lifted his arms high, in an attempt to grab her.

“Hello Otto,” Sakiuya said casually as she stopped her welding. She looked back and grinned as the visor moved up. “You still suck at sneaking up on me.”

The shadowed figure let out a groan. “Damn it Saki!” He stepped into the light, revealing a robot dressed only in denim overalls and heavy duty work boots. His always stoic and single expressive face was only betrayed by his advanced emotion circuitry. He crossed his arms and huffed. “You always know I’m coming up behind you. I even double greased my joints so I wouldn’t squeak!”

Sakiuya laughed as she stood up. “Dude, remember what you are.” She took a stereotypical robot pose. “An Auto-Piloted maintenance robot that is only programmed to continue to complete the same task until reprogrammed.” She moved her arms up and down on the pivot of her elbow. She broke her pose to laugh. “With that in mind, the old bit of your programming is coming up.”

Otto sighed and slumped. “You always bring that up.” He stood straight and chuckled a little. “Though, you do always prove the point. Anyways, to change the subject so I don’t overheat, how’s that project of yours?”

Sakiuya looked to her little Restoration Gun. She sighed. “Slowly; as per the quota.” She folded her arms over her chest, avoiding pushing her breasts together. “But it’s going well enough, seeing as I’m using useless pieces of garbage to build it.” She looked to Otto. “No offence.”

He raised a hand. “None taken. I was built with crap equipment but you fixed me up right with what you had, and even gave me a real personality all my own. I will always be eternally grateful to you for that.”

Smiling to herself, Sakiuya started to walk around the dump. “We get anything new from the big companies?”

One of Otto’s hands pulled into his arm and a small data pad folded out. “Two loads from Uptown Robotics, three trucks worth of random scrap, and a special delivery from Final Haven Machinery.”

Sakiuya stopped dead in her tracks. She smiled wide as her day finally started to brighten up. Forget building a gun from good enough scrap metal; a special delivery from the biggest machinery foundation next to her own family company is just sheer luck of it all. Her smile broadened as she ran to the delivery area of the dump. But when she got there, all she saw was a rather large and tall pile of scrap metal. She sighed to herself.

When Otto finally caught up, he hunched over and panted hard. “You run way too fast…!” He looked around. “Saki?”

“Up here!” she called down to him from the middle of the large pile. “This scrap is all brand new metal alloys and reinforced plating.” She lowered the visor and set it to scan mode. Although this piece of gear is called a Welding Visor, it had other uses, most of which is used by the organic workers of the scrap-yard. “But scans are showing something buried underneath it all.” She tore away at the pile and came across a solid object; a panel with lettering. “DRG-Zero Zero N?” She held her hand close to the panel.

“Get back!” Otto yelled, but too late. He watched as she was pulled into the panel by a flash of white light. And that’s when things really got crazy. Otto had to back away as the scrap pile began to glow and meld together.

Setting his optical filters to shield out the blinding light, Otto witnessed the pile transform into a large jet shaped machine in several colors of silver and blue, with long wings and a forward cockpit. His expression would show shock, fear, and surprise if he had facial plating to shift. He set his short wave communications wifi connection to Sakiuya’s visor. “Saki! Saki, are you okay?!”

Inside the cockpit, Sakiuya was in awe. Her scanner was going crazy with error messages saying every part she glanced at doesn’t exist. But she can’t deny what her own eyes were seeing; technological advances that were millions of years ahead of Earth by light-years. She pulled the visor back to get it to shut up with the error messages and rubbed her hands over the smooth surfaces of each consol. She felt an overwhelming pleasure build up in her at the perfection of such a craft. She took in a deep breath to calm herself before she did something unpleasant and embarrassing. That’s when she received the call from Otto. She acknowledged that she was fine and told him the details of the outside.

After hearing his report, she began to think to herself. “If this machine is a jet on the outside, but looks like that of a mecha in the cockpit, then we may have stumbled upon the greatest advancement of Earth’s technology for the next millions of years.” She sighed as she shook away the thoughts. She knew that if anyone else were to find out about this junkyard discovery, the new-bots would never stop and the other robotic companies would hound endlessly to get a part or a panel or the whole damn thing to reverse engineer it to make whatever they wanted. She didn’t want that kind of fate for such an elegant machine with an almost infinite amount of possible uses for good other than to be used for the military as another one of their expensive toys. No; she’ll guard this secret with her life, and swear Otto to do the same. They will not let this great stroke of good fortune go to waste as a toy of the military.

Description

Junk Yard Discovery

A small planet, third from the large ball of ignited gas, a large building riddled with many advanced technology, a single young woman yawns to herself. She had long brown hair she keeps in a ponytail in an almost cartoon fashion. Her uniform is a green button up shirt with the top two buttons undone; to show off the cleavage of her natural bust, a blue and yellow checker-pattern skirt, knee high white socks with black rings along the top, and black buckle shoes. Her sapphire eyes glanced over the lesson along the Touch Board and already had an answer figured out to at least half of tomorrow’s classes. That’s why she prefers to stay home; she’s too smart for school, but no one would believe her.

She yawned again as the teacher droned on about how back in some odd year; life on Earth wasn’t as easy as it was today. In fact, about a thousand years ago, the idea of the technology we have today was only in the backrooms of civil society. The people of then didn’t even imagine that the people of the now would prosper with such tech. But she understood that, seeing as she understands tech more than anyone, given that her family is the biggest robotics and military mecha builders this side of the Rio Grande of the United States. Then again, her current position meant she was on the farthest side of the planet from the USA, yet the closest too. Depends on which way on the holo-map you go.

As the final bell rang, she gathered up her belongings and headed out. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and walked right out the front door. She didn’t have any friends, but she wasn’t really unwelcomed by the robots. Every single robot made in today’s society was made by her family’s robotics company; which she really hated with all her guts. With her parents, it was always the company first and family second. Actually, it was money second, robotics third, payrolls forth, etc. until family came up dead last. They never had time for her and she knew it was the company that kept their minds like that.

As she neared the impossibly tall building she knew to be the company her family built several generations ago, she knew that the conversation she’d try to start with her father would end as it always does.

“I’m too busy right now to talk,” she mocked in her best deep voice as she could. She sighed. “Try listening to me once in a while Dad…” She headed inside and was immediately sent to her father’s office via a push of a button from the receptionist.

When she got a look at her father, she could easily understand why her mother married him before the money was brought in. With short black hair slicked back business-like, he was the near perfect image of a successful athlete, if any were still human. He was chiseled like a marble statue made from a diamond hammer. Dressed in a black business suit with a white shirt and red tie, he was handsome as much as he was a brilliant inventor. He was currently signing papers; as usual, he didn’t make any indication that she had entered. In a chair in front of his desk was an old looking General with more ribbons and medals than she could count. His neatly trimmed thinning white hair was the only thing that really drew attention away from his face, which had a really gnarly scar running from one corner of his face from his ear to the other corner to touch his chin. He had another that went over one eye; he claims to have gotten both from a rouge AI that went against him and his team of fifty. Only five survived, and he’s the last still alive.

The General looked back at her and gave a nod. He looked back to her Father. “Now, Mr. Ishimoru.” Her Father looked up. “I expect great progress for the Project. I’ll come see you in about a couple weeks to finalize the construction of the weapons.” He got up and put his hat on. “Good day, Mr. Ishimoru.” He turned and left, vanishing in a flash of green light signifying that he was teleported.

She looked to her father as he got back to his paperwork. She sighed and stepped up to the desk. “Hi Dad.” He didn’t acknowledge her. “I got another 100 percent in school today.” Still no response. She sighed. “Hey, guess what? I’m pregnant.” Not even a twitch of surprise; and that was her last ditch to start a conversation with him. Sighing, she turned away and shrugged her arms. “I’ll be at the junkyard if you need me. I’ll be home before dinner.” With nothing short of the sound of pencil across paper, she left with a sigh.

A pilot inside the GV-0945T Hail-Mary, or just called the Mary, was walking along the outer rim of a large satellite deep in space above Earth’s atmosphere. He was checking that everything was in line for the free float needed to repair a relay wing.

“Okay, everything is in the green,” he said after flipping a few triggers and activating a few sensors. “Time for my bird to fly.”

“Damn John,” said the voice of John’s best friend. “If you love the thing so much, why not just marry it?” A laugh came from the other operators. “And make sure not to break it like the last three mechs.”

“You insult me sir,” John retorted. “Those were not my doing. I only pilot my bird, no one else’s.”

Another wave of laughter rang in his ears. John sighed as he shut off coms for the moment. He stayed focused on the current objective. Looking up, he checked the readouts of the outlook of his bird. With a round helmet, round inner skeleton and rugged outer armor that could be jettisoned to quickly blast away from danger, the Hail-Mary was the basic outlook of a Gravity Versatile model mecha, with a few extras being a Terra class. But that seemed to do little to improve John’s interest in self modifying this specific mech and adding his own flare. That was an argument meant for another time.

Reactivating the communications, he readied himself. “Alright guys, here we go; GV-0945T Hail-Mary engaging free-float.” With a flip of the switch, his bird’s magnet generators disengaged and he began floating in space. Using impulse bursts, John moved his bird towards the damaged relay wing. But he stopped abruptly when he saw something shoot out from nowhere. He blinked a couple times to make sure that what he saw was right. “Hey, you guys seeing this? I’m seeing a mecha shooting towards Earth!” He checked his communications; they were being jammed. “Hello? Is anybody there?”

He looked back to where the shooting robot came from and saw a small swirling vortex of energy. His eyes widened as a vapor of white light spilled out and approached him and the satellite. He took aim with a few of the guns. “Guys! Please respond! I’m seeing a lot freaky things going on out-…” The vapor clung to his bird, surrounded him inside the mecha, and then began to alter everything about him, the mech, and the people inside the satellite. He yelled out in pain as he could feel painful changes happening.

His body merged with his spacesuit and clothing. Fur grew quickly and turned a bright orange. John tore off his helmet and felt his teeth turn into sharp fangs and his mouth formed a snout. His hair changed into short orange fur as cat like ears popped up. Black stripes formed as claws extended from his nails. His eyes turned feral and obedient. Looking to the controls, the alien who was once human dug his claws into them. The mecha itself then gained stripes formed along the Hail-Mary inner frame as the outer frame merged the two sets of armor together. The soldier grinned as he looked towards the satellite. An almost insane cackle left his muzzled lips.

“We have found a new base of operations, My Lord,” spoke the Lieutenant. He gazed towards the vortex as more mist sprouted and merged with the human satellite, basking it in a dark light and obscuring it from view. “We’ll keep a few of the naked apes alive to keep sending wrong information. This new world, although infested with lower life forms than those damned Dragonlians, will be easy pickings to allow us to return to full strength! These humans will be ours to concur!”

The light that was noticed before was still vapor, but it was heading to a specific target, a place where it could reform without being noticed. But it had too much weight, too much volume. So, after managing reentry, the light allowed a little bit of itself to fall off; unwanted information for the computer that was useless for it without a worthy pilot. However, what the object didn’t consider was the fact this planet was inhabited and that it had passed over a schoolgirl on her way to very same junkyard it had finally landed in.

Rubbing her eyes, Sakiuya blinked out some dust that fell on her. She cursed to herself as she stopped before the entry gate to the junkyard she works at part-time. Actually, and this is unknown to even her parents, she’s been funding this junkyard with her extra allowance money. Enough that her parents know she’s spending what she wants, and yet she kept enough that she puts it away to buy the junkyard when she tells her parents she doesn’t want to be in the family business. After splashing some water in her face from her bottle, she headed inside the junkyard.

Looking around, she smiled as the awful smells of a dump flooded her. And she loved it. Taking in a deep breath, she progressed forward, dropping her school gear into a pass code locked trunk, grabbed a welding visor, and checked in with the afternoon shift manager. After checking in, she went to her usual spot and got right to working on her latest invention. Maybe if she finishes this, her father will finally notice her.

Setting the two over-the-ear pieces in their correct spots, the holographic visor appeared over her eyes but stayed clear. She set up her current project and grabbed a torch welder. As she began working, her visor darkened instantly, and her project kept her focus trained. So trained, she didn’t notice a shadowed figure sneaking his way close to her. He lifted his arms high, in an attempt to grab her.

“Hello Otto,” Sakiuya said casually as she stopped her welding. She looked back and grinned as the visor moved up. “You still suck at sneaking up on me.”

The shadowed figure let out a groan. “Damn it Saki!” He stepped into the light, revealing a robot dressed only in denim overalls and heavy duty work boots. His always stoic and single expressive face was only betrayed by his advanced emotion circuitry. He crossed his arms and huffed. “You always know I’m coming up behind you. I even double greased my joints so I wouldn’t squeak!”

Sakiuya laughed as she stood up. “Dude, remember what you are.” She took a stereotypical robot pose. “An Auto-Piloted maintenance robot that is only programmed to continue to complete the same task until reprogrammed.” She moved her arms up and down on the pivot of her elbow. She broke her pose to laugh. “With that in mind, the old bit of your programming is coming up.”

Otto sighed and slumped. “You always bring that up.” He stood straight and chuckled a little. “Though, you do always prove the point. Anyways, to change the subject so I don’t overheat, how’s that project of yours?”

Sakiuya looked to her little Restoration Gun. She sighed. “Slowly; as per the quota.” She folded her arms over her chest, avoiding pushing her breasts together. “But it’s going well enough, seeing as I’m using useless pieces of garbage to build it.” She looked to Otto. “No offence.”

He raised a hand. “None taken. I was built with crap equipment but you fixed me up right with what you had, and even gave me a real personality all my own. I will always be eternally grateful to you for that.”

Smiling to herself, Sakiuya started to walk around the dump. “We get anything new from the big companies?”

One of Otto’s hands pulled into his arm and a small data pad folded out. “Two loads from Uptown Robotics, three trucks worth of random scrap, and a special delivery from Final Haven Machinery.”

Sakiuya stopped dead in her tracks. She smiled wide as her day finally started to brighten up. Forget building a gun from good enough scrap metal; a special delivery from the biggest machinery foundation next to her own family company is just sheer luck of it all. Her smile broadened as she ran to the delivery area of the dump. But when she got there, all she saw was a rather large and tall pile of scrap metal. She sighed to herself.

When Otto finally caught up, he hunched over and panted hard. “You run way too fast…!” He looked around. “Saki?”

“Up here!” she called down to him from the middle of the large pile. “This scrap is all brand new metal alloys and reinforced plating.” She lowered the visor and set it to scan mode. Although this piece of gear is called a Welding Visor, it had other uses, most of which is used by the organic workers of the scrap-yard. “But scans are showing something buried underneath it all.” She tore away at the pile and came across a solid object; a panel with lettering. “DRG-Zero Zero N?” She held her hand close to the panel.

“Get back!” Otto yelled, but too late. He watched as she was pulled into the panel by a flash of white light. And that’s when things really got crazy. Otto had to back away as the scrap pile began to glow and meld together.

Setting his optical filters to shield out the blinding light, Otto witnessed the pile transform into a large jet shaped machine in several colors of silver and blue, with long wings and a forward cockpit. His expression would show shock, fear, and surprise if he had facial plating to shift. He set his short wave communications wifi connection to Sakiuya’s visor. “Saki! Saki, are you okay?!”

Inside the cockpit, Sakiuya was in awe. Her scanner was going crazy with error messages saying every part she glanced at doesn’t exist. But she can’t deny what her own eyes were seeing; technological advances that were millions of years ahead of Earth by light-years. She pulled the visor back to get it to shut up with the error messages and rubbed her hands over the smooth surfaces of each consol. She felt an overwhelming pleasure build up in her at the perfection of such a craft. She took in a deep breath to calm herself before she did something unpleasant and embarrassing. That’s when she received the call from Otto. She acknowledged that she was fine and told him the details of the outside.

After hearing his report, she began to think to herself. “If this machine is a jet on the outside, but looks like that of a mecha in the cockpit, then we may have stumbled upon the greatest advancement of Earth’s technology for the next millions of years.” She sighed as she shook away the thoughts. She knew that if anyone else were to find out about this junkyard discovery, the new-bots would never stop and the other robotic companies would hound endlessly to get a part or a panel or the whole damn thing to reverse engineer it to make whatever they wanted. She didn’t want that kind of fate for such an elegant machine with an almost infinite amount of possible uses for good other than to be used for the military as another one of their expensive toys. No; she’ll guard this secret with her life, and swear Otto to do the same. They will not let this great stroke of good fortune go to waste as a toy of the military.