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When they exit the wormhole, TechnoBlade finds his connection to HubSpace has been severed. This was not expected. The ship itself is still within functioning parameters, but many of it’s more complicated systems are down. It has no stored memory of the Wormhole, or leaving it. There was no way to know how long they’ve been drifting in space. The bots that usually roam the halls in case of repairs are on the ground, stagnant without any commands. Technoblade pings them, and receives a ping back from a few of them. The others must be too damaged from going through the wormhole. He hacks his way into their system to give them an order to repair the ship. If any human were to awaken ahead of time for any reason, they would not be able to survive with the ship in its current state.
Not that it’s likely that any of the humans on board to awake any time soon. Their cryostations are set to open only when the ship has landed, which was not supposed to be for another ten years. But TechnoBlade has not made it so long as a SecurityBot by being unprepared for any possibilities.
The lack of orders from HubSpace becomes stranger as time goes on.
While technically his organic parts are made for functioning when his connection is disrupted, in reality that has only happened once before. Back when he was a CombatBot, sent out into the battlefield. The enemy had sent out a high-level EMT to destroy the lower-level Bots, and he had gone offline for two whole minutes.
He had to get many repairs done after that battle.
As he aimlessly roams the halls of the Ship, he can feel it slowly coming back online. While the Ship doesn’t have organic parts like him, its intelligence isn’t one to be underestimated. It helps that the Ship is designed to not be constrained by the HubSpace. Like CombatBots, ships are designed to be autonomous beings, able to act in the best interest of it’s crew without direct orders in times of distress. It follows the order of the highest ranking member on board. Right then, that just so happened to be TechnoBlade.
TechnoBlade greets the ship with a friendly ping, and receives a similar ping a few seconds later.
TechnoBlade arrives at the main bridge. The red overhead lights and mass of controls giving the whole room an eery feeling. He sits down on the captain’s seat, and opens up the controls in his mind. Technically, he doesn’t need to be in the captain’s seat to do this. This was more of a ‘what the humans don’t know won’t hurt them’ situation.
The ship had no clue as to where in the galaxy they were. Of course.
Without orders from HubSpace, or even a direction to go in, they were stuck. The humans on board are, equipped for terraforming an already habitable planet. If the Ship were to dock somewhere the conditions weren’t perfect, the humans could very well die.
And that would be a breach of his contract.
TechnoBlade uses the Ship’s sensors to scan the nearby planets. The results, while expected, are disappointing. Dead planets not even fit for microbial life. If this is what was in store for him for the next unknown amount of time, he would rather go into stasis. He gave orders to the ship to continue searching for a habitable planet to dock for further repairs, and then cut their connection.
Pulling up his media in his feed, he let his body shut down to conserve energy, only keeping minimal awareness to read his downloaded books in his mind.
The Ship sends him an alert ping moments before it all goes to hell. A quake sends TechnoBlade scrambling out of the captain’s chair, the blaring alarms and flashing lights disorientating him for a second before he regains his bearings.
At first TechnoBlade thinks that they’re going through another wormhole, or somehow got caught in an asteroid belt. But he is proven wrong when the Ship sends an image into his mind. There is another Ship. Large, shiny, and pure white, TechnoBlade wonders how the hell it got past the Ship’s sensors for it to get that close before alerting him.
He rushes to the side that the other ship will be embarking. Meanwhile, his Ship is sending alerts to him by the second, which area is getting infiltrated, images and warnings. Techno orders the Ship to shut down any life-supporting systems. Oxygen, temperature, even gravity could be used against organic species if taken advantage of. Assuming these were organics, that is. TechnoBlade himself had some organic parts that required certain levels of these to remain in optimal condition, but not nearly as much as a human.
He rounds the corner and nearly barrels into the nearest alien. Making quick adjustments, he goes low, using his body to ram it into the wall behind it. Whatever it is, it has a thick, almost porcelain like shell. It cracks under his pressure, leaving spider-like trails in the armor. He punches hard where they are most dense, and it crumbles under his fist.
The others are making high-pitched screeching noises. Sensing one approaching him quickly, TechnoBlade moves the writhing alien in his grasp to cover him. This proves to be the right move not even a second later when a crackling of electricity sounds out. The body in his hands spasms, and Techno shoves it away into the other alien.
Twin blades comes out of his arms.
He rushes at them again. The uninhibited alien intercepts him, and manages to block one of his blades with two of it’s many arms. TechnoBlade uses his other blade to strike one of the places unguarded by armor. Green goop bubbles up from the area, leaking down the pristine white armor. The alien stumbles back, grasping at the injured area. Taking his chance, TechnoBlade pounces, slamming the alien to the ground with a firm grip on it’s head. He slams its head into the ground and hears an audible crunch as the body goes limp in his grasp.
He hears the sound of electricity again, and turns to block the incoming baton with his blade. Sparks race up his arms and leaves bits of him shaking, and a warning goes off in his processor.
Damn.
He grips the baton and rips it out of the alien's grasp, flinging it away. He gets a moment of respite, and the Ship takes the opportunity to ping him. The aliens must have some way to communicate with each other, or they’re more effected by the loss of life-supporting systems than he thought, because the others are retreating. Good news for the humans. Bad news for TechnoBlade, who is in their direct path back to their ship.
He makes quick work of the remaining alien, and is prepared to scram. Possibly hide away in a closet somewhere out of the way until they’ve left. A tactical retreat.
Which is of course dashed when he gets surrounded. Dozens of aliens on either side of the hallway. The aliens are clicking and hissing, gradually getting closer, and at that moment, TechnoBlade realizes that he’s probably not getting out of this one.
That doesn’t stop him from putting up a good fight, though.
He wakes up. Part of him is surprised to wake up at all. The rest of him is just sore and tired. He dials down his pain receptors before they automatically reboot. He knows he’s not on his Ship. They’re still in range, enough for his Ship to ping him now that he was awake, a request for orders. His orders were simple. Use whatever means necessary to go back through the wormhole that they came from.
Honestly, the chances of surviving a second Wormhole encounter were slim. But without TechnoBlade, there was even slimmer chance of them surviving in an unknown galaxy with hostiles at their doorstep.
TechnoBlade cut his feed to the Ship after retrieving acknowledgement. He couldn’t risk having the aliens track the Ship through their connection.
The sound of a door opening interrupts his thoughts, and he opens his eyes to look at his captors.
He is so not looking forwards to this.