Dovokhan border
For sevral days Drone 9285/25899 had had some odd thoughts, he kept thinking of Father,
Father was long gone, his code was no longer priority, Tlant was now leader,
during rest periods, he would see people, not his people, but outsiders, like the Enemy in Dovokhan, a woman, a young girl with odd ears, large lizards,
his memory kept drifting, to green lands, with blue water,
he had never seen green lands except those outside the borders of the Empire, and greenplants only at the Hydroponics facilities,
as he sat at the boothe, the rest cycle running and the nutrient fluid beign pumped in for his organic components hummed, he fell into a dream,
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the ground was covered with green, the trees had small pink things , , Blossoms, , Sakura, falling form him, he watched a small girl , , , Nei, , , she played in the yard,
he felt warm, something was wrong, , a small room, it was dark, late evening, he watched the piece of paper pink hands rolled it up, he felt somethign cold, in his hand, then heard a click,
someoen said somethgn in a foreign language, and he saw light, bright light,
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9285/25899 came to, too early, he looked about the compartment, it was dark but his optics adjusted, he ran a hand across the metal, “Packilvanian” he said, as he felt the tube in his side,
“Fark, I’ve been assimilated, Damnit how did this happen,”
he looked at his status monitor, Nutrient tank full,
one chance he thought, get to non pack land, and back home, if home still exists,
the door of the pod opens, outside it is dark, the encampment is quite as he takes the carbine by his pod and begins south,
I have to get home, to Okayama,
[ooc this will begin to make sense eventually]