Dreg the Drone

Dreg:

I frown at more lobster questions. SO elusive.

"IM GOING TO FIND OUT!"

I run the way the boy went, he was looking for the girl with the lobster hands.

(Marce): "Hey be careful over there.."

He calls back but lets me go since there's no apparent danger ;)

"HEY YOU FOUND HER!"

I smile and think what they are doing is normal fishing. Maybe using blood for bait..

Dreg:

The fishy 'bait' attracts shellfish over.

I pick up a huge crab.

"I GOT A LOBSTER!"

Dreg:

I still didn't know what a lobster is?

I wait for the Princess to come back and was oblivious to real lobsters flopping on the ground near by.

A hybrid wearing flowers over his neck comes and hands me and other drones coconut drinks.

I sip mine happily listening to Marcellus talk about something or other about not drinking too much and becoming useless.

A drone has to remind him they are not useless anymore and they don't like that 'word'.

Marcellus still doesn't understand their 'trigger' words.

The FUN doesn't last anymore. Screams break out on the beach.

(Marcellus): "Shoot those oversized fish!" He commands.

I run to help Dr. Ra protect the kids as he picked them up and seemed to know before it happened.

(Dr. Ra): "That's not the scary part here!" He hands me the kids moments before tendrils come out and start causing more damage then the sharks.

(Marcellus): "We need to aim for the water!" He calls but his drones went to close. I run up the hill back to the hive with the screaming children.

A pulsing vibrating sonic blast hits the beach as everyone feels the telepathic burst of pain and agoney.

Marcellus and the King struggle to get back up the hill among other terrified hybrids and drones.

I keep running as the painful pulse keeps getting closer.

Should I take a dart?

Dreg:

I let out a feral savage scream as I escape the broken beast. Thassa would have been PROUD. It did well.

The terrible creature was still here. I raise up on my hoverboard, my cape flowing behind me and my smart contacts scanning the threat level. HIGH HIGH ALERT.

DREG SCREAMS HIS BELOVED THASSA GONE. GONE

He MUST follow her last order and press the button 

dun dun dun her pyramid morphs into a shark that dives into the crowd shierking and screeching munching up hybrids and clones with its metal teeth.

Dreg:

I grunt watching the pink confetti and lights out the window.

Holograms of 'contestant' females are shown. The street is enforced and people are fenced back being told to social distance.

One person on the side walk at a time. I quickly sneak in while a solider was turning away two hybrids who wanted to go inside claiming to be rare females. They might be kidnappers in disguise.

I make a holo of Thassa - adding her to the contest even though no one knows who she is.

THIS WILL WORK.

Already her beauty and scales (that to the best of my memory) was popping in votes.

(Solider): "HEY DRONE GET AWAY FROM THE SCREENS!"

Gifts from Dreg WHO IS SMART ENOUGH TO SHOP AFTER A MONTH OF LEARNING MOREEE ;)

Dreg:

Dreg did NOT enjoy the headpatting but had to summit to a roommate. Dreg made it clear to the drone he is NOT BFF with anyone but Thassa Drag is JUST a roomate.

Dreg slept in too long , so tired from the patting and realizes he is late. Dreg decides to skip breakfast since it was almost lunch time now and head to the Laundry room.

Dreg has not been in the laundry room, only has seen Buttercup's pictures.

Dreg:

I find a fish tank and take pictures of water and fish hoping it will be a SIGN for Thassa to find me ;)

I almost throw the tablet when I get a beep sound, I remember it is not a bomb and open up notifications. I see Buttercup and Mushroom with Michael in the background. There was some monstrous experiment in a tube. I hope that isnt what's left of our Queen.

I write 'GOOD PIC BUTTERCUP' and manage to 'tag' his name so I think he will see it.

I feel very accomplished and take more selfies.

Dreg:

Buttercup educates us on how to find and 'know' your BFF.

Someone headpats me and I hiss at them and headpat them back - seeing it as a CHALLLANGE!

*pat*

*gets head pat and pats back*

*pat pat pat*

Hours pass and no one has moved from the hallway. Hybrid come and go working on tasks and try to get around them without being pat - to death -

The King himself, up late hard at work sees the ruckus at last on his way for more supplies. Mushroom trails behind him, ever loyal. A few drones stop patting but one tries to pet the king and gets his hand slapped away.

(Michael): "Don't touch me, what are you drones doing out here!?" He demands in a commanding tone that makes us all stand attentive for duty.

I stare emotionless, I did not even want to find a 'BFF' but it felt so natural to do the simple task.

(Gladio): "We are trying to find 'the one'."

(Michael): "Not here! GO TO THE PODS NOW."

I turn and briskly pick up the pace to follow his order.

Dreg:

"I am Dreg?" I answer the man's question.

The other one looked deeply confused.

Both did not know Thassa. How sad they never heard her song.

(Marcellus): "I do not know!" He frowned frustrated

I show them telepathically.

(Marcellus): ((Was she on the Pleasure Planet you think?)) He asks his brother privately to not upset me.

Dreg:

I had long since forgotten the mind of my Queen, lost to the adventures of my Siren friend. BUT her death pulls me in like my brothers. I was enjoying a 'wraith burger' munching the green goodness enjoying the party when the madness HITS.

"DREG MAD!!!" I scream and throw my table back into the crowds and scream smashing though tents and sales carts.

"AHHHHHHHGHHHH!!"

I scream out before being rounded up by the hybrids trying to rope the crazyed drones like cattle.

Dreg:

I blink trying to understand. This man should give Thassa the crown. She deserve all and everything.

"You owe her."

(Hesperus): "Haha yes I do. You really saved us back there..it was amazing."