Mina Silverfox had been deployed into Aeloron Walk, a riverside parkway where humans and many androids enjoyed community. Digital trees and grasses let their silicon leaves brush about in the wind, while the the bubbling of the brooks resounded between the paved walkways, lit by fixed lamps.
"Mina, do you read?" Faraday's voice played in Mina's internal communicator. "I've found the rogue mine. Sending a ping to you now."
The android ferret's coordinates registered into the android fox's mapping data.
"Any idea when the little guy's set to blow?" Mina replied, servos whirling in her joint as she sped toward Faraday's coordinates.
"No way in the Nyctosphere am I going to try and interface with this thing to find out," Faraday said in Mina's radio feed. "I'll need your 'negotiation skills' here fast."
Soon as Mina turned a corner by a fountain beside some willows, she saw Faraday keeping a distance from the OZed mine that had sprouted out of the electronics of a willow tree, almost like a mechanical fungus.
Faraday spoke to Mina, using his synthesized voice this time. "I've noted this explosive's features and workings. This should help you interface with it better I hope."
With a nod, Faraday beamed his analytics of the mine to Mina. The fox comprehended the weapon's sensors, actuation triggers, logic cores, ballistic chemistry, and power roots--all in a fleeting thought.
"This is one big, bad boy," Mina replied with a smirk. She hailed the nearest listening station via satellite radio. "Silverfox to OZ-LS-54, know whose feeding this lug?"
Scrattle, the flying fox droid's voice returned in her internal coms. "Faraday's been relaying the waveforms from the mine's energy pulse," he answered. "It's drawing power from at least a OZed Grade C capacitor station from long distance--probably twenty-six clicks underground."
"You sure?" Mina asked.
"Positive," Scrattle answered. "Or I got my transistors in a twist!"
"Twenty Six kilometers should give ample time to shut it off before it transmits a detonation signal," Faraday calculated. "Rarely does OZed sprout mines so far from their detonation reservoir. Usually, the closer the capicitor station, the more tactical and deadly the response they get against us."
Mina smirked and hailed the mine's AI.
Interfacing to OZed Operations....../
Successful! Writing to mask login vars.
OZed ID: [Login Mask]
Authorization Key: [Password Mask]
echo OZed Instance ID && directive
WARNING: Clone login detected! Attempting to mask..../
That's all folks!
Mina had reacted just in time, shielding Faraday as the mine detonated with a deafening explosion! Mina's audio receptors blew from the close-rang blast and her computer vision went noisey! Her gyro readings went wild as she felt debris impacting her side, flames scorching her artificial fur and prosthetic skin coat! She lost communications with her left leg and her left pawed hand also went inoperative.
When the blast cleared, Mina's vision returned. Her exposed optics rolled forward in their cranial sockets. The frame of her left leg had been melted down and a clump of debris had torn away her hand.
Faraday--more or less fully intact--staggered a bit soon as Mina released him, looking displeased at what had happened. His jaw kept opening, presumably as he chewed her out for doing something wrong--Mina had no environmental audio input.
The android ferret must have realized, so he used internal coms.
"For the love of Newton!" Faraday exclaimed.
"Whoa!" Scrattle hailed then. "There was a spike here in my readings! You two okay!"
"I'm fine," Mina said.
"You're missing a leg and half an arm! Mina, that might have been the end of you! And me!"
Mina held up her arm, fingers still dangling from servo power cables from the wrist actuators. She smirked. "I'd say for being in a blast at close range, I still look fairly presentable."
"What happened!" Faraday exclaimed. "You didn't try anything obscenely against protocol again, did you?"
"Was being monitored live by another OZed agent. It detected two logins and that triggered it. Just bad timing," Mina replied nonchalantly. "You're welcome, by the way. Saving your life and all that."
"Melting mosfets, Mina!" Scrattle groaned, apprehensively. "I don't know how you do it, dealing with the action up close! You got ball bearings of steel!"
Hey everybody! Who's ready for Inktober? Cause I know I am! (kidding!)
So I doodled tonight. Nothing special here. I had fun with the story though.