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[CHASSIS STATUS: 0.1% DAMAGED]
[VIOLENT TENDENCY LEVELS: NORMAL]
[EGO: MILDLY BRUISED.]
[WAKE-UP SEQUENCE: INITIATED]
[WELCOME BACK: VALKYRIE DOORMAN]
Valkyrie “Valk” Doorman’s blue colored visor flashed to life with the sound of fabric being dragged along the floor, it took about half a second to identify that those were her boots, and only a second to realize that she was being dragged.
The next thing that the recently awoken Worker Drone observed was the small crack in their visor, right over their right eye and her glasses being missing. The pain from the crack more dull than anything else, even if it’s still pain regardless.
The color of the ceiling and the direction she was being dragged in signified she was being tugged along to the nurses' office. A familiar sight with a familiar connotation considering how many times this had happened before, it just means she’s going to get her eye fixed by the repair gel that the nurses office contains.
But it who was dragging her to get her eye fixed that was the attention catcher for Valks recently reactivated processor, Valks glasses in their other hand and that horned helmet on her head that made her a living walking hazard. Obnoxious bright orange eyes occasionally glancing back at her and dark red hair in an oversized ponytail, their stride slowing down as their smirk turns into a grin upon seeing the other drone having rebooted.
“Well well well, ‘bout time you woke up, half thought you were deactivated there for a second!.” Spoke up Alice as she crouches, her orange optics staring down Valks own blue ones as she taps the crack on Valks face, causing the supine drone to flinch away. The previously dull pain spiking up a bit as a light scowl forms as she grabs at Alices free hand with her own, trying to retrieve her glasses. But seeing as Alice had full reign of movement while Valks own body was in the midst of reactivating, it was easy for Alice to pull her arm away and out of reach, with a chuckle at the attempt.
“Oh go gurgle water Alice, did you really think a collapsing roof of all things would deactivate me?” Valk bites out, pulling her arm back as she just lets Alice continue to drag her to the nurses office, the reminder of how… poorly the presentation had gone earlier being a bit of a sore note. The only reason it wasn’t sorer was the fact that it was far from the first time she had caused this sort of accident in a presentation, though with the reminder came the concern for something entirely different.
“Heeeey Alice, did you so happen to see what happened to the Corrosive Warhead? I don’t really want any of the other students to get their grubby hands on it, though the reaction if they accidentally melted their hand off would be pretty funny.” Valks mild concern turns into amusement as she thinks the scenario out, imagining someone like Braiden poking at the bright green barrel of the WOMD in the making and melting his hand off would be priceless.
Alice responds without even turning her head, her free hand very much outstretched to keep Valk from grabbing at her glasses again. “Beau grabbed it, figured you’d blow a fuse or two if it was just left in the rubble from you melting the roof.” Her stride paused for a split second to hear the sigh of relief from Valk, the dragged-along drone being glad that Beau was the one who had snatched it up if anyone. “Mighty fine speech by the way, loved the imagery of you wantin’ to ‘melt the Murder Drones in the same slow and painful way they melt us with their tails’ and ‘turn the Earth into an acidic husk to make up for the spires of death that they had the Murder Drones make’, mighty inspiring in my opinion, and you melting the roof just means more time in the workshop for me!”
Alice lets out another chuckle as Valk rolls her eyes at their amusement, Alice at least had a point there, begrudgingly, despite how this test run had ended with her almost being crushed, it did mean that classes would be delayed for a few days until the classroom was fixed. Which gave her more time to work on her weapons of mass destruction(or at least, weapons of mass Murder Drone destruction, and some of her peers), and more time to just coop up in her room with only having to deal with her dad and the two drones she tolerates bothering her. It’s a nice thought to daydream about while waiting for Alice to drag her to the nurses office.
Of course, the small streak of silence as Valk gets dragged along is short-lived as Alices voice rings out “You know, I feel like you losing your Warhead kinda proves my point, don’tcha think Valk?” A smug grin on her face and slightly narrowed optics meet Valks eyes as she zones back in from her daydreaming to see Alices smug gaze focused on her.
The phrase ‘proves my point’ is a common phrase in the topic of Valks WOMDs, a topic microseconds away from being brought up argued about, again, and despite the fact she knows how this conversation goes and has gone dozens of times, Valk bites the bait as eagerly as a fish would bite a worm on a hook. “Well, at least if it ended up getting broken, I’d have a functional chassis to go and fix it Alice.”
Alice just lets out a small scoff, the grip on Valks arm tightening as she turns back with a slightly condescending look on her face, the topic had been engaged, and it was fairly clear to Valk that Alice expected the usual ending to these arguments to not be how this one ended. Seeing as Valkyries legs were in the middle of rebooting along with the rest of her bodily functions. “Now now, not my fault that you wanna go defenseless the moment a Murder Drone decides to be smart and, y’know, target the thing making you a threat at all.”
Yeah, this was going to go downhill very quick, in the back of her processor Valk started counting down to how long she expected before she’d either try to bite Alices leg or Alice would try to crack her visor more by stepping on her face. It was how this always went and if she were a more rational drone, she’d have disengaged with a carefully chosen spiteful remark that would have made sure she had the last word and left Alice grumbling the whole way to the nurses office.
The front of her processor however was rapidly getting more frustrated with the other drone and deciding that bickering with the person dragging her to the nurses office at all was the best course of action. “Oh sure, make the weapon a part of yourselves, if it backfires then you’re half likely to get scrapped, if it doesn’t then congrats, you’re going to learn how it feels to lose a limb if the drones decide to target the weapon, I bet that’ll be a fuuuun experience wont it.”
This wasn’t the first time this argument had started this week, nor the second, nor the third, that Valk had engaged with Alice in this argument, both were among the more aggressive and violent of their peers, but in Valks opinion that was because her, Alice and Beau were the only one with functioning processors in the entire colony. Sooner or later the Murder Drones would find a way inside and would basically turn the entire colony into a cacophony of slaughter unless the Worker Drones actually decided to arm themselves, both she and Alice agreed on that part, it was rather the meaning of ‘arm themselves’ that they fundamentally disagreed on.
Valkyries own opinion on arming themselves is with weapons of mass destruction like the Corrosive Warhead. Creating these high-powered weapons in order to fight back against the Murder Drone threat, from Cryo rifles to steel-bolt sniper rifles to a sick-as-hell railgun. It’s a brilliant idea with almost no downsides, in her totally humble opinion at least! It only suffers as a plan because all the very hyperspecific parts she needs for them to fully function, are things you’d only really find outside of the colony, leaving her with potent tools, but ones that have about a 96% chance of malfunctioning every time she tries a test run.
Meanwhile with Alice, the term ‘arm themselves’ was a lot more literal than metaphorical. The idea of trying to upgrade the chassis that most Worker Drones had with additional limbs, add-on weapons, and reinforced chassis being some of her ideas, alongside far more experimental possibilities that would require opening up the processors of Worker drones or flat out tearing off and replacing limbs. Considering her fathers banned her from self-experimentation, how difficult it would be to experiment on herself to begin with, and almost any drone with a functional processor would deny letting Alice mess around with their limbs and processor. Left her with no test subjects outside of occasionally Beau for the more mild and safer experiments for her to test her ideas on, and even then Beau is very hesitant to even let her touch his processor for obvious reasons.
But those more valid arguments for the flaws in their plan aren’t usually what she and Alice end up bickering over, as their current argument was one of their more frequent ones that Alice tended to goad her into, that being discussing the practicality of if on hand weapons or weapons that are infused into the body are more efficient in a fight against a Murder Drone, to outsiders it seems like a pointless and petty bickering point. to her and Alice, its something they’ve gotten frustrated with the other over to the point that it's almost a routine thing for one of them to bring up to argue with the other every other day to try to convince the other that their plan was stupid and their own plan was far better.
With all of this in mind, it’s not really a surprise to either of them that what started as a somewhat well-intentioned dragging of the injured drone to the nurses office has now devolved into Valkyrie actively biting onto Alices leg, while the helmet-wearing girl is now bashing her helmet on Valks own head, cursing under their breath while using her other leg to try to pry Valk off of her leg
“I told you!“ thud “That adding!” thud “The weapons!” thud “To the body!” thud “Would allow for!” thud “Quicker quickdraws!” Alice yells out, banging her helmet against the top of Valks head, while Valks own response about the far steeper learning curve of mastering weapons that had been made a part of the body is muffled behind the fact their jaw is more occupied with biting into the metal leg of Alice.
But the sound of a loud, almost bass posted crying Untrained Neural Network causes both to freeze, almost in sync their optics turn in the direction of the loud and almost obnoxious crying,
Beau was tapping their foot against the ground, cowboy hat adjusted backwards so both can see the mild disappointment in his Teal colored optics. Flicking off the “Crying Untrained Neural Network” MP3 they were playing from the speaker in their hand before flicking it back into the oversized blue coat they’re wearing, just staring at the duo.
With the third member of their friend group(albeit that might be pushing it, Valk would probably more accurately describe it as mutual tolerance of a bunch of misfits if anything personally.) having arrived to silently stare at them, it was time to disengage. Valk grumbling as she removed her mouth from Alices leg, while Alice silently just flipped their horned helmet back onto their head, neither speaking a word outside of Valks quiet grumbles. Albeit she takes the chance to snatch up her glasses from its abandoned spot on the floor where Alice had dropped it after having been bitten on the leg, returning her specs to their rightful spot on her face before returning her gaze to see what Beau wanted.
The silent drone points their fingers at the duo, before pointing both their fingers to the left of himself, directly at the nurses office.
Where they had been moments away from entering prior to their bickering evolving into a fight in the middle of the hallway, the closest they had gotten to one of them dragging the other to the office after an experiment or live test gone wrong. The bright flaring lights above the nurses office clearly labeling the room for all to see almost mocking the two for having gotten so far only to fail due to internal squabbling yet again.
Beaus movement catches the duos attention yet again, the eternally silent drone in rapid succession pointing to the small indentations left in Alices leg from the chewing that Valk had done, to the barely visible dent in Valks head from Alice banging her helmet on it rapidly, and finally the minor crack in Valks visor from having accidently collapsed the classroom roof. Before pointing back into the nurses office, the directions of what would be described by outsiders of the friend group as the single sane processor of the trio being obvious.
Alice just rolls their eyes, muttering something under their breath as they make their way to their feet and pass Beau, the cowboy hat-wearing drone just giving an unamused stare towards their horned compatriot, as their gaze turns towards Valk who had just managed to drag themselves to their feet, the rest of their limbs ‘waking up’ from the reboot and allowing her to drag her chassis into the nurses office.
A point towards Valk, a simple pew motion and a gesture towards the nurses office is all that Beau needs to do for her to understand the intention behind it. The safety of the Corrosive Warhead has been assured by the only fully tolerable person in this entire bunker and that was enough to make her let out a small cackle of excitement as she quickly makes her way inside, giving a nod of thanks to Beau, who responded with a simple thumbs up.
There were many things Valk could say she loathed, the futility of the WDFs methods and how it’s simply a clicking timer until those three doors fail everyone, most of her peers for seeing her as nothing more than a psychopathic loose cannon(she’s not a loose cannon, thank you very much), her father for working more on those doors then participating in her own upbringing, the list goes on
Currently however, the target of her disdain is the repair gel and bandages that Beau is applying to her head, the teal-eyed drone having refused to give her back the Corrosive Warhead until she let him actively apply the stinging gelatin and tight bandages across her face, the soft sizzling as the repair gel did its work was another layer of the ways the repair gel was slowly crawling its way to the higher spots of the ‘list of things she’d destroy if she could’, which, like the list of things she loathes, is also a rather long list.
With the eye that wasn’t being wrapped up in bandages, Valk steals a glance towards Alice, and her mouth twitches upwards a small bit upon seeing Alice also grumbling with the bandages wrapped around the spot where she had indented Alices leg with her teeth. Not enough to cause anything concerning, but enough that Beau had decided that repair gel and bandages was the proper treatment rather than just brushing Alices wound off. It might not have been much, but seeing that at least it wasn’t just her having to have repair gel applied to her body and having to deal with the annoying sizzling and sting made her feel mildly better.
After a few more seconds of readjusting and poking at the bandages, Beau just scoots backwards and gives Valk a thumbs up, signifying that he’s done with the treatment, or as much as a student applied treatment can be. Albeit repair gel tends to get the job done regardless, so Valk doesn’t really have any doubts in Beau, as even someone like Braiden could probably get the job done with just splatting repair gel on the injury and letting it do its work. Add on Beau being actually somewhat competent and having a functional processor unlike most drones in the colony and, she trusts his judgment.
“Alright, hit me with the diagnosis doc, how long will I have to keep these bandages on for my visor to fix up.” Considering Valks plans for the rest of the night, it would very much be good for her to have a fully functional visor. Being virtually half-blind until the bandages are taken off and the repair gel has stitched her visor back together.
Beau simply holds up three fingers, not exactly instilling optimism within Valks own processor with the lack of specification from him, meaning
“Lemme guess, three days?” Valk spits out, only to jump almost off the seat as the sound of a loud buzzer, Beau having pulled out their speaker to play a wrong answer MP3. The teal-eyed drone just shaking his head, their expression that of amusement.
It wasn’t even the first time that Beau had decided to have petty revenge against her or Alice when he had to apply repair gel to injuries they had sustained, which were mostly caused by each other. Forcing them to guess how long it’d be before the gel would have done its work and they’d have to take off the uncomfortably tight bandages. If it weren’t targeted towards her half the time, she’d honestly have more respect for the trolling method, but since it is targeted towards her fifty percent of the time she finds it more frustrating than not.
“...Three Minutes?” Valk hesitatingly speaks up with her next guess, before yet again having the response of only a loud buzzer and a bemused stare from Beau. “Don’t tell me it’s three wee-” And before Valk can even finish her next sentence Beau plays the buzzer again, rolling their eyes and tilting their head as if to say ‘really?’ without speaking a single actual syllable.
Valk files in her processor that if it wasn’t for the fact that Beau was one of the two drones in this entire colony whose processor was half functional and hung around her willingly, she would have tried to strangle him by now. Alas, Beau did qualify for both of those criteria, which means his neck is safe from her grasp.
Though with weeks, minutes, and days out of the equation for how long it’ll take for her visor to to heal, it leaves what frankly, is the most obvious option in hindsight for how long it’ll take a small crack in her visor to heal. With a bit of embarrassment prevalent in her tone, she mumbles out what she highly suspects to be the actual answer. “...It’s three hours until it heals isn’t it.”
The response is a ding and a slow nod from Beau, a thumbs up being given as they start to walk away after the small ‘game’ had been finished between the two of them. Leaving for the moment Alice and Valk just on opposite sides of the room, sitting down and occasionally adjusting the uncomfortably tight bandages that Beau had put on to make sure that the repair gel would be able to do its work in peace.
The problem with Beau having decided to temporarily leave the duo alone (hopefully to go retrieve the Corrosive Warhead), is that it leaves her with just Alice, the orange-eyed drone just staring her down with crossed arms, and a lack of a proper conversation topic.
The next few seconds were silent and just blue optics meeting orange in a staredown, until Alice finally decides to break the silence after adjusting their bandaged leg to the point where it had stopped agitating her. “Soooo, what’s your plan to make that hunk of junk functionin’ if you can’t get the parts from in here?”
Valk bites back a retort about it not being a hunk of junk and it already with its one test run showing to have more potential than most of Alices projects. But considering the fact that both of them are dealing with the stinging repair gel and tight bandages because of their last argument she decides to hold back the remark.
They had to at least tolerate each other after all, regardless on how frustrating they found the others method, they at least both were in the minority of drones that realized just how stupid the idea that three doors could hold out against the things that made skyscraper-sized towers out of the corpses of their kind.
“Well, it didn’t actually malfunction in class, more so I just ended up firing all of its acid in one giant burst when I thought it was set to fire only a small blob. I just lack a way to refuel it without a self-replicating composite nanite core to automatically refuel the acid without having to spend weeks trying to dump enough acid into the storage tubes, that’s all.” Valk pipes up, correcting Alices assumption on that it was broken, it was probably one of Valks most functional WOMD’s so far in fact! It just suffered the fact that its ammunition for now wasn’t something that she could have the weapon create itself or was as plentiful in the colony as milliseconds in a second.
“What, so you just need to find a hyperspecific part to make your first actually functional weapon not a one-use? Call me impressed 'cause frankly, I thought I’d never see the day you didn’t have one of these blow up in your face, in the literal sense at least.” Alices voice is that of genuine, albeit mild, intrigue. Which Valk would like to think is because of the fact that for once one of her WOMD’s hadn’t decided to literally blow up in her face which is a step forward all things considered for her.
Even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud, it was a personal accomplishment to have her first weapon of mass destruction not blow up in her face. After failure after failure caused by no other reason than a lack of resources, it felt gratifying for one to finally remain intact after the test drive, provided that accidentally collapsing the roof hadn’t damaged the Corrosive Warhead but she’s sure it’ll be intact enough that it wont take too long to fully repair what hypothetical damages it could have.
Of course, before Valkyrie could rub it in Alices face that she had finally gotten a functional WOMD before Alice got a willing test subject for more experimental upgrades, a loud thud in the seat next to her signified Beaus return, her not even needing to turn her head to make the logical connection that the loud thud was Beau setting down the Corrosive Warhead in the seat rather than having sat down himself.
But well, turning her head to see the oversized cannon was a welcome sight for Valk regardless, it being almost half the size of her entire body and significantly heavier. With eight currently empty tubes to contain a total of 9.6 gallons of acid ready to fire at a moment's notice, a dial on the side where she’d be able to switch its firing mode from explosive acid bubbles, small blobs of acid in a burst, a huge stream of acid and even a self destruct mode if she was feeling particularly destructive and had the capability of avoiding its detonation. Finishing its perfect design with a barrel the size of her hand and a faint green glow allowing the weapon to simply radiate devastation in Valkyries own opinion.
It was extremely lethal, possibly compensating for something, and was way too heavy for most drones to pick up, let alone carry it around.
In short, it was perfect.
With an admittedly slightly high-pitched squeak of happiness, Valk tugged the oversized acid cannon onto their lap with a grin on their face and a nod of thanks to Beau, who looked mildly winded from having to carry the Corrosive Warhead all the way over and set it down next to her, but still capable of giving her a thumbs up as they went back to just leaning against the wall, waiting for the soreness in their joins to fade.
With Beau having acknowledged her thanks, Valks glance turns back to Alice with a smug look as she pats the Corrosive Warhead like one would pet the immortal dogs that roamed around Copper-9, overly affectionate and full of love and endearment. To an outsider it’d probably seem mildly offputting for how affectionate Valk is towards a literal inanimate object, but considering her fathers almost erotic affections for the three doors that protected the colony from the outside world its far from something you wouldn’t associate with the Doorman family, for better or worse.
However the affectionate nature Valk had towards her WOMD’s didn’t really bother Alice, as after a few moments of watching the other girl rub the large barrel of the Corrosive Warhead, Alice pipes up with a question. “So, you know what sorta part you need to make this thing fully functional. But last I checked unless you’re going to try to make it of stitching random junk together, there’s no self-replicating composite nanite cores within the entire colony and without one you can’t even fire it again. So whats your plan to actually, y’know, get one?”
The answer was obvious, she had been planning this for days since she had identified the last part she’d need and interrogated(bothering) some of the WDF workers who had briefly seen the outside world. She knew exactly what she needed to do to make the Corrosive Warhead a fully functional death machine, and where exactly it was more likely to be.
“Well, I’m sneaking out tonight to go to the nearby corpse spire to find one, those things are basically scavengers, they drag along any functional parts they can find to those things to help build their homes, and seeing as they obviously have full control over the nearby city, it’s pretty much the most obvious place it could be!” She responded, confidence in her voice as her master plan was laid out to her two friends as she crosses her arms, leans back, and awaits the obvious praise and excitement in seeing just how genius her plan was.
In theory, considering how she and Alice had the exact same end goal despite clashing constantly over the method and how Beau had always gone along with even the more out-there plans that she and Alice had gone through with. She had expected reinforcement in her plan, be it Beau pulling themselves along with it or Alice begrudgingly hoping that she made it back from the corpse spire safely despite how much further Valk had gotten in her plans compared to Alice and the slight jealousy.
However, in practice, Beaus optic’s widening and Alices expression turning into that of dumbfoundedness is the only sign before both of them start speaking over each other(or rather, Beau rapidly making hand gestures with one hand, displaying words on their optics and using their other hand to play a multitude of MP3’s on their speaker after having rapidly pulled it out of their pockets.)
“Really? Really? Your jokin’ right, right?”
Beau had started with playing a laugh track, their visor shifting from their optics to ‘you’re joking right?” and a nervous smile on their face forming.
“I mean come on, you’re not that dumb right, you know how stupid you sound actually wanting to walk out into one of those spires, the joke isn’t funny if it is one, and its very concerning if it isn’t Valk-”
The sound of a loud ‘bruh’ emoji was started to be played from Beaus speaker, as he gestured from Valk to himself and Alice and the general room with their visor rapidly shifting between ‘life, here, good, mostly, kinda, still’ in a loop.
“Was it something I said? I know we have a lot of arguments but Valk you know I respect ya a lot-you don’t need to just go and suffer a fatal error just because I don’t respect your dumb plans most ‘the time!”
Beau at this point had begun just rapidly shaking his head, their visor going between the words ‘Valkyrie’ an equal sign, and a skull, the implications of what they think would happen to Valkyrie if she went out obvious.
“Seriously, your dad-dumb as he can be sometimes-has a reason for making those doors! Even if it works you’ll be on your own, no backup, no one to even know if you’ll die or not! Those things could kill you in an instant! Maybe even less!”
Beau had resorted to playing the death sound effect from the old human game Roblox while desperately just pointing at Valk, the implications clear of what they’re trying to imply will happen.
“We could just convince some poor schmuck to do it instead of you! Just give em a picture of the part you need and just convince them that if they bring it back like, I don’t know, Jill will date them, maybe?”
And now Beau had just resorted to spamming the buzzer sound effect, their visor shifting between ‘bad’ ‘no’ ‘not good’ ‘don’t’ and other words that vaguely correlate with ‘do not go to the corpse spire’ at this point.
“Because-just-it’s Murder Drones Valk, you’ll literally be walkin’ into a spire of corpses the height of skyscrapers, those things literally make towers out of people like you and me-there’s no plot armor or secret skills in you waiting to be unlocked like in those anime you downloaded for us to watch, you’ll just go in there and Die!”
Valk had started to slightly shrink behind the Corrosive Warhead upon seeing her two friends not react with excitement and encouragement but rather with concern and shock at her plan. She had expected them to be onboard and even help her prepare the final details for her embarkment at 3 AM in the morning to begin the revolution against humanity and the Murder Drones that had plagued Copper-9 for as long as she could remember. Instead, she’s having the two drones who she tolerated and had mostly gotten along with desperately trying to convince her to not go along with her plan.
She wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but it stung, a lot. Her smile dropping into a scowl as she glares at the duo, who had both gone mostly silent upon seeing the change in her expression as she starts to stand up-stumbling a small bit with picking up the Corrosive Warhead and lightly shaking as she barks out “I’ll be fine, thank you very much. Not like this place has any highlights other than you two, so if I go offline then no one will miss me except maybe you two. Besides, we all know that sooner or later those doors are going to be pried open by one of those things sooner or later, so either I, along with everyone else, die when they finally break through my fathers stupid doors, or I speed up the process at worst and just die early! And if my plan works, which it will, then I get to say I saved the colony from imminent demise, I actually created a weapon that’ll kill the Murder Drones, and I was right in my methods!”
And with a quick turn that caused her to stumble more than a little bit with the weight of the Corrosive Warhead in her arms, she marches out of the nurses office, deciding to not even give the possible responses of her two ‘friends’ the time or day, starting to match towards the direction of her room.
Was she overreacting? Maybe, but those two had basically exploded on her the moment she gave her rational and well-explained plan so maybe they had it coming. Maybe she had expected too much of them to be fully on board with a plan that on the surface level seemed to have a few screws loose, and maybe she should have explained all the research and preparation she had done for what was coming in not even a day from now. There were a lot of maybes that could be applied to how horribly that had gone downhill in only a few minutes, but the vast majority of them couldn’t be looked into since the conversation had abruptly ended via her exit.
The only maybes now that really apply, is that maybe she’ll die out there, or maybe she’ll succeed and prove to this entire worthless colony(and Alice and Beru, begrudgingly not placed with the rest) that the era of quite literally staking everyones lives on three doors was over, and that the era of kicking Murder Drone and humanities ass was on the horizon.
Upon entering back into her room, Valkyrie gently set the Corrosive Warhead in the corner, hidden just enough that her father wouldn’t notice upon peeking into the room in the hypothetical circumstance that he ended up caring enough to check into her room, but not enough that in a similar hypothetical circumstance that her father was in the room at all-she could grab it and sneak out without having to make too much noise. Both hypotheticals, but she had spent time going over every hypothetical that could ruin this excursion, and she was determined to make it go perfectly.
Laying back upon her bed and staring at the ceiling of various schematics being taped on the ceiling, Valk just lets out a muffled cackle as she stares at it all, at all her WOMDs in the making. Soon the ‘in the making’ would be removed, once she had proved that the Murder Drones could be killed, and once her first WOMD had become fully functional, once she had returned and showed to Alice and Beau that her plan was not suicidal in the slightest.
There was a lot to look forward to, if she survived, which she will.
So with an internal alarm clock set to 3 AM, Valkyrie powered down, she was going to need as much rest as she could get before it became time for her to go on the most important adventure of her life, so far anyways.
There was a lot of work to do in only a few hours, after all.