-----Arcology of Aurora, Year 70 A.R ----

I cashed in my Commission at the Assignment hub for some 125 Credits, it should be enough to keep me going for another day. The damage to my Walker was less than expected after an average skirmish, only requiring the outer hull plates to be replaced, leaving me with 80 Creds, it's not much but seeing as food and shelter only costs 40 creds a day, it is a decent paycheck.

”Oi Rasmus! Back already huh?” A cheerful voice resounded in the hallway.

”Yeah, there weren’t any heavies this time, so I got back early.” I responded to the young nerdy looking guy with grime on his face. he is Lee Benson, he is my mechanic. I met him some half a year back when I arrived to Aurora, he is a decent mechanic, but I don't really like how he looks at me sometimes, I also suspect he is a bit bipolar.

”Heh, Yeah I guessed from the lack of artillery shells stuck on poor Lily.” Lee chattered with a smile, and continued on with a serious expression.

” You really should consider running with a squad already, the days when a lone gunner could make a living have already come to an end,” he said, and appealed:

”You have noticed it too right? lone gunman jobs just don't pay well anymore, people want more than guts and individual skill, They want numbers, numbers and power.”

It's not like I haven’t noticed it, Honestly i’d like to run with a group too, but whenever I try to ask someone, they just look pale and mumble something, honestly, yes I know I am unpopular but at least say it to my face!

”I’ll think about it.” I told him, as I brushed past him, eager to get back to my apartment so I can get a shower.

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…I swear I could hear him breathe through his nose much stronger as I walked past, gonna ignore that, Ignore Ignore…

With such thoughts I hurried away from the Assignment Hub and escaped to the safety of my room.

I Took off my pilot suit and helmet and prepared a hot bath, after which I submerged myself into its warmth and relaxation.

After what felt like an eternity, I reluctantly dragged myself out of the bath, drying myself in front of the mirror and oiling the Connector ports in my flesh. In the mirror one can see the young and lithe body with well defined muscles, and a skin with wires and Plug-in ports in it. combined with a head Veiled with long satin hair and adorned by a face with depressingly androgynous features, unnatural looking cyan eyes, and a small serial number under the right eye, ”R.42 M.U2”

Ah, I have not introduced myself, Have I?

Well my name is ”Rasmus”.

I am a weapon. not that I really care.

Authors Note:

Good evening, I hope this story tickles your fancies here at Rrl. The chapters will be rather short sometimes, and long other times. I tend to prefer to end a chapter based on when i feel like it, not chapter lenght. the premise was made on the spot a few days back and as such, It will flesh out as the plot progresses. I dont have much skill in story telling, but i have made many Plots for a storyline in the past. Now we will see if i can do it in writing.

Yeah, I ramble, my apologies.

Please note any Mistakes I make and any ways i could have done better.

Thanks.