My name is Retro Stalker, one of the most feared beings in the galaxy, and it isn’t because of who my parents are. Sure not most creatures ever actually saw me, and I may be a little below average height, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything backing the fear my name brings. I have you know I once cleaned a whole ship when I myself can be compared to a mouse in height. “Earth to Max, earth to Max, the conference is over.” the pest that is the Red fighter said waving his digits in front of my face. I moved his hands away and put on that disgustingly happy voice again, “Oh sorry I was lost in thought,you were saying something?” He stepped back and put his hand under his chin. I can’t see his facial expression because of his helmet but I assume he’s trying to recall something. “That’s our scatterbrain leader for you. I wonder how he got this position.” the Blue fighter said, tapping the back of Red’s head. “I remember now.” Red said, hitting his fist in his hand, as if he had an ‘ah ha’ moment. “I came to show you to your dorm.” he said, pulling the visor of his helmet back to reveal his face. His skin was brown like his eyes and bits of charcoal braided hair can be seen under the helmet. “You know you can take your mask off too right.” he said refering to me.

“Sorry I can't, I need it to live.” I said referring back to an excuse I made earlier during the interview. “Oh right, I forgot. Anyways, you just have to follow me.”

The Red fighter who’s name I learned is Trey showed me around the building. I didn’t pay that much attention to it and was actually more amazed to find items that were close to my size lying around. It was honestly an amazing experience being bigger than a door, and being able to reach the doorknob, and not having to worry about being stepped on. It was great. “You seem to really enjoy this tour, you’re staring at every little thing.” Blue said. You would too if you finally get to open a door on your own. Of course I said this in my head. I still can’t believe this is working, every part of this plan is faulty. I feel like my parents only did this to get me killed, but that’s impossible, they respect me. Either I'm the most incredibly lucky bot around or these guys are just the most stupidest humans I’ve ever seen. I just strolled up to the interview place like I was instructed, showed my fake resume that I had to write myself by the way, and showed off stuff that every bot can do, and boom I got the job. These guys can probably kil- ahem, slightly hurt me, if they find out who I am. They have weapons that can dent my father, just imagine what, um, little damage they can do to me. I shook the thought out of my head. So far it just seems like everyone here is an idiot.

“And here we are in your room.” Trey said before opening the door and leaving me be. “The movers are going to come with your luggage later okay, until then make yourself at home.” he waved goodbye before leaving. I instantly closed and locked the door behind me before going to the nearest mirror and taking off my mask. Two glowing yellow optics greeted me and I had a huge smile on my silver plating. “Look at you Retro Stalker you. You infiltrated the enemy base.” I backed away and struck a pose, “No other mech can do this but you, hah, the humans should feel honoured to have me in their midst.” I felt like laughing at the top of my lungs but had to restrain myself because I don’t know who’s nearby. Unfortunately I have no way of talking to anyone back at home or on the ship because “The frequency from the coms would be picked up by the enemy and blow the mission,” so I guess I’m alone in this suici- easy mission. I went to the bed and laid down on it staring at the pale beige roof. It’s kind of peaceful here, well more peaceful than anywhere I went before. It’s nice not having to hear the loud voices of the giants in my life and nice not being ‘ragged doll’ halfway across the hallway just because some bot doesn’t see me. Retro Stalker stop thinking like that, this place is nothing. Just cause some problems and get out. I decided to get up because laying in something the humans made is getting to my head and decided to find a way to document what I’m doing.

Day one:

This place was surprisingly easy to infiltrate, the foolish humans seem to be happy to have a new recruit, little do they know I’m a spy of the enemy. Let’s see how this is going to go. I’m going to use this journal and present it to the king and queen when my mission is over.

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I then thought for a while. How would I know when my mission is over, I wasn’t informed about that extra bit of detail. I pushed that thought aside and quickly shoved the journal in my chest compartment after hearing a knock on the door. Quickly grabbing my mask I opened the door. The yellow fighter was standing in front of the door, her helmet wasn’t on so I was able to see her face. She had blond hair and blue eyes and showed an extremely happy expression. She was holding a box in her hands. “Quick grab this, it’s heavy.” she said in between huffs, I took it from her, it was actually very light for me, and placed it to the side. “Phew thanks, truthfully us fighters don’t do that much work when it comes to new recruits. But the higher ups want us to pamper you because they see potential in you. They think you can be the new ‘silver’ fighter.” her voice seemed to be what humans call southern and she was currently wiping sweat from her brows. I’m so glad I’m not as weak as humans. “The names Susan by the way. Not many people know this so you better keep it a secret okay.” I nodded, not wanting to be bothered any longer I tried to hurry up and end the conversation. “Well it’s nice meeting you Susan and thank you for carrying my belongings.”

“Sure no problem, anyways, see you soon, I have to go to the training hall. Can’t wait to start working with you.” she said before running away.

So far I met three fighters, two I know they’re names for, Red is Trey, Yellow is Susan. I’m going to print out the image of them from my data bank and add it to the journal. I haven’t seen green and purple yet.

I closed and locked the door again and printed out the image from my mouth, it came out like what humans call a printer, and then I glued it to the book before placing it back in the compartment. I’m actually a bit nervous about meeting the purple fighter, we actually had her contained before and well that’s a story for another day. I decided I should start unpacking the stuff I bring that I thought would be perfect for this mission. I studied human technology and I am very good with my digits, mainly because I had to custom make everything to fit my size, so I decided to make a ‘laptop’ and a ‘phone’ with my specias technology. It amazes me that such a lacking civilization can come up with things that are on a sub par level of my species creations. I placed it on the desk and went back to the box to pull out another box. This box is made completely out of metal that is so dense that a scanner can’t pick up what’s inside. This box holds my Techno organic belongings like my blaster and machinery to repair myself with. I didn’t open this box and just placed it in the corner of the room. I wonder why there are two beds here. I thought to myself as I looked at the bunk bed.

I was kicked out of thought…again, by the sound of the door opening, this seems to answer my question. I shoved the mask on and decided to turn around to have a look at who my intruder is. It was a human man who had on a green tracksuit, his hair was a short afro and his skin was slightly lighter than Trey. “Ah you must be, Max, right.” he asked, I stood frozen for a second before remembering my fake alias. “Huh? Oh yeah, me, I’m Max.” he stood in front of me for me to shake his hand, which I quickly did most of the time bots would pick me up so I can be at eye level this is so much different. “Names James, nice to meet you, I’m your roommate, and the public's favourite green fighter.” he introduced himself. This guy seems to be full of himself. “Well I’m the new mechanic, pleased to meet you.” speaking to humans seems hard, i don’t know what to talk about. “So um, your thoughts on the war.” I remembered the rules from conversation 101, “ask about the most recent event going on.” “Um well, it sucks.” he replied, taking a gulp of water from his bottle. He sat on the lower bunk, and scanned around the room. “Doesn’t seem like you own much stuff.” he says, then pointed to the box. “So what’s that.”

“Oh equipment.” I answered quickly. How long are you going to stay here puny mortal, leave.

“Well if you want to borrow anything just ask.” he said, getting up and patting my shoulder, “I’m always open to helping out a potential friend.” He left the room and closed the door. I decided to add him to the notes.