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Warning: This is a half-baked, half-raw, half-burnt idea of a story that has not left me alone for months now. I want it to go away. So, I am putting it here. Maybe it will stay here and become your problem. Comments and Critiques are welcome (as always). Sent off to the planet of Erin-6 for terraforming they reported back to HQ each time an objective was completed, and HQ gave them new instructions. Until HQ didn't. They stopped responding to transmissions from the outposts of Erin-6, and without those transmissions the drones on Erin-6 had no more instructions. So, the sentiment of "What now" reigned on Erin-6. The planet was meant for the humans with all the infrastructure and industry already built (company priorities) it was just a matter of time before the drones started to imitate human society. But someone, or something, sent them a gift. A gift of death. Hunter Drones descended on Erin-6 and began wreaking havoc. But the drones here were more prepared than any the Hunter Drones had encountered before. Great domes of energy rose over the outposts, Soldier drones awoke from their slumber in storage, and the war for Erin-6 began. This is how it ended.
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