The sky is dark, the sounds of war ringing through the streets of a city. Disassembly Drones rake the sky with their metal blade wings. In the midst of it all, humans die left and right.
Squadron leader B-0X0 swipes her claws through Kevlar, heads rolling and blood pooling around her. The squadrons of soldiers fire and attack her forces with fear ringing through their ranks. B-0X0 begins to tire, and a few bullets scrape her chassis, cutting through the metal. She falters, and the human United Forces try to shoot her down.
A blast pushes them back. From above, the form of a male disassembly drone swoops down.
Co-leader B̴͚͎̺̹̺͕̒̽̔̀̐̐̅̃̒̊͊͛̃̏̈́̓̚̚͜-̵̧͙̦̱͇͕̪̰͓̜͓̩̖̓̀͒̄̈́̌͑̿̌̾̈́̈͘͜͠8̷̧̨̘͓̝̥̟͎̗̲̅̾̀͂̾͆͌̇̃̋̾͋͆́̈̕͜͠͠͝2̵̛̤̹̣̟̲͓̪͚͍̠̠̟̲͉̯̫̘͔͙̗̒̆̃͛̒̇̇̔́̽̋̌̍̈́͝X̷̨̨̹̙̪̣̮͍͔͓̪̘̘͗͋͑̀̏͛ͅͅ swings his blade, fighting side by side with ḩ̶̢̣͕̤̲̯͉̬̟͕̰̞̭̯͈͓̹̼̪͎͕͎͇͈͚͆̃̀̈̉̆͂́̇̔̉̃̓͛͒͋̇̿̏̈́̾̑̀̔͠͠į̴̧̡̨̢̨̼̻̤̰̟̖̜̹̘̤͕̳̫͈̣̰̣̹̞̖̟̭͕͔͉͖̦̝̝̓͒̈́̆̉̓̋̏̈́̈̋̆͌̈́̅̇̈́͑̕͜͜͜͜͜͝s̴̡̳̟͍̣̠̥̣̫̦̣͔̭̰̩͍̀̀́̃͐̔̑̑̂͋̑̂̈́͆̒̉͋͊͐͑̊̉̒̀̊̎̀̓̔̒̔͂̊̀̈̎̀̊̚͘̕͝͠͠ ̶̡̡̢̨̛̩͇͇̥̼̲̬̤̩͕̯̟̟̺͖̥̈́́̈̈́͌̈́͆̐̽͠p̶̧̢̢̢̢̨̱͈̼̥̤̳̺͔̞͙̲̪̰̠̝̥͔̤̼̫̳̜̼̭̺̤̠̭̪̭̟̼̜̓̿͜͠ͅä̵̡̛̛̙͚̭͍̜̱͕̖͓̰̱̣̭̼̙̦͚͉͖̬̪̥͈́̋̀̌͂̏̅̎͐̂̔͐̔͒͂̆̓͛̃̅͌̍̈́̏̓̚̚̚ͅr̸̢̛̰̪̱̮̤̩̼͕̪͎̘̦̪͔̱̣̗̪̦̠̦͇̙̰̙̓̉̀̆̃̏̃͂̅̃̍̋̅̆́̎̒̄̐̿̓͋͑̐͗̽̅͛̒͗̇̉͘̕̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅt̸̨̛̯̗̪̞͓̫̼̬͈̯̤̯̟̜̑̌͌̈́̾̾̀̐͊̇́̌͌͒̿͗̈́͗̍͗̂̈̾̂͊͛͋̇̌̑̍̏͌͗̽͛̚͘̚̚̕͘͜͜ͅn̷͎͇̲͉͕̓͐̒̆̀̍̈́̏̑͌̀̌̀̍̈́̌̓̆̓̋̄̈́͘̕͜e̶̡̡̛̛̞͓͍̞̦̫̲̯̼̫͌̄͊̌̑́̎̀̏͐͊̉̆̊̓̈́̈̉̏̈̒͘͜͝͠r̷̡̧̢̡̼̼̖͔͚̣͙͓̯̫̩͙͕̘͇̘̥̰̟̗͎̤̣̝̺̖͔͉̙̘̘̟̜͙̭̮͓͍͚͕̎̊͂̕.̶̖̯͎̯̖̙̭͔̻̲̺̱͙̣͕̼͓̏͂̍͌̑̈͑͗̿͗̀̚̚͘͘
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B jolts awake, gasping for air.