A Troubled Lack of Soul

Slowly standing to her feet, shaking her head, she surveyed her surroundings. All kinds of run-down buildings and, surprisingly, vegetation embracing them. This little dwarf planet obviously had air, luckily so, as her helmet was severely cracked. She removed her helmet, taking a deep breath just to confirm. Sure enough, her lungs got a large dose of fresh, plant-produced air. She looked around once more, no sign of the ship anywhere. It would seem as though the shock-absorbing selling point of the suit that pirate was telling her about was certainly no slouch, never mind that she'd be dead anyway, had the planet had no air. Deciding to move forward, her suit eventually grew heavy. Spotting a nearby abandoned building, she walked in, removing the suit, revealing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of shorts. Goddamn those rich bastards living on their Earth-like planets, space travel for cheap is heavy and hard, as it turned out. Rolling her head back, eyelids heavy, her neck quickly popped her head back to attention, hearing the distant sound of moving rubble echoing throughout the building. Must be some kind of animal, nothing to be worried about. There's no way a small corporate dwarf planet space port would risk something as dangerous as predators on it. Can't afford to build a complete ecosystem. However, just as she started to relax again, pulling out her fabric-like touch screen device, she heard it again, this time followed by an aggressive thud. Something was definitely off. She slowly stood to her feet, her legs shaking slightly. Just as she was looking the other way, she was suddenly pounced by something heavy, pinned to the ground, as her vision returned, she looked up to see a slightly worn warbot, fully transformed into its intimidating, sharp form. The strangest part was the noises it was making. Was it... growling...? She had heard of warbots going feral before, but had no idea it was this bad. Pinned to the ground, she hesitantly opened her mouth, daring to speak,

“Identify yourself, warbot,” She stated, a nervous warble in her voice. The robot leaned down, its cracked visor seeming to stare directly into her soul as more growling sounds filled her ears. Face to face for a full minute, a tentacle-like appendage emerged from the pack on his back, just above his shoulder blades. The strange limb picked her up by her leg, the robot bringing her somewhere, walking on all fours, like some kind of beast. Noticing her top sliding downward, she grabbed it by the bottom, reversing the effects of the port's artificial gravity, trying to remain modest in the presence of such an oddly primal robot. Walking for what seemed like miles, she eventually gave up on modesty, her face turning red for all the blood in it. Hey, it's not like anyone was around to see her business, nobody besides the robot. But no robot would care about something as meaningless as a pair of organic breasts while in a combat mindset... right? The robot eventually reached a frankly well kept building from the outside, minus the vegetation, walking through a hole in the wall, using the stairs to quickly climb to the highest floor. The robot released her, collapsing on the floor as blood returned to the rest of her body. She quickly scooted herself away from the robot, his beastly being drawing closer and closer to her. She turned her head away, sudden dripping on her foot. Dear God, that can only mean one thing... that YOU MUST BUY THE FULL VERSION OF THIS STORY TO CONTINUE.

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