WALL-E 2.0 Day 32 HolodetectorWALL-E and EVE waited patiently in the Captain's Quarters, tension thick in the air. While WALL-E worried about the Captain's safety, EVE had...other concerns.
It was hard to believe for the probe, looking back at it all now, but even a few weeks ago, those concerns would not have existed. She had been as loyal a servant aboard the Axiom as one could have ever found, and that had meant loyalty to Auto, given the degree to which he controlled the Ship. She respected the Captain too, of course, and it wasn't as if she had a particular affection for either of them, but then she hadn't had a particular affection for anyone back then.
Nonetheless...it had been hard for EVE to not feel...betrayed, to an extent, when Auto had chosen to try and keep the plant away from the Holo-Detector. She'd served under him for years, followed his orders to the letter, and his reward for all that was to try and murder WALL-E twice and toss her down a garbage chute without even blinking. It was a deep
WALL-E 2.0 Day 31: TiltTilt
Auto returned to the Bridge, looking for all the world as if nothing had happened. It was a talent of his. "There you are, you slowpoke." Milton teased, eyes fixed upon the Security Screen. The Search Team had begun to enter the ship. It was time. "Now come over here, wheelie. Time for me to take control of the ship."
Auto tilted slightly, trying to hide his emotions...in this case, irritiation. "Explain."
"You've served your purpose, Auto...time for you to take another nice nap." To emphasize his point, Milton teased the trigger of his gun, its nozzle still aimed at McCrea.
Crimson light flickered angrily across the wheel's eye. Arrogant...! If nothing else, having feelings meant he would have the satisfaction of putting this wretch in his place! Speaking of which... "Acknowledged." he said blankly. "However, it would be faster and more efficient to allow me to start the Ship's Launch Systems first."
Milton cocked a brow, not entirely convinced...but what thr
WALLE 2.0 30 March of the GelsAuto suspected the WALL-E and the rogue EVE would like his plan about as much as he did, which was to say not at all. However, his practicality was still ingrained into his program, and ultimately the wheel knew it was their best bet. EVE, however, was not so convinced. Her gun remained firmly aimed at Auto, eyes slitted in anger. "Directive?" she asked sharply.
Auto tilted slightly, eye focusing on EVE cautiously. "...Negotiations." he answered. "Safety of the Cap...Ship has been compromised. Coordinated effort is necessary to avert danger."
This caused the probe to blink in confusion. Was he...proposing an alliance? With him? WALL-E rolled over to the wheel cautiously, feeling his chest tighten somehow at the sight of the ominous autopilot. He hummed a bit, motioning for Auto to explain further. "The Forthright is in control of the Ship'
WALL-E 2.0 Day 29 Rogue Robots"Ah...it feels so good to have things back on course!"
Delightfully watching the streams of data circle through Auto's eye as the Command Protocols finished their transfer, Milton kept his gun levelled at McCrea. Soon, the datastreams faded away. The crimson eye that had held them dimmed briefly, lighting up again soon after. "Transfer of Command Protocols...complete." he reported, voice still flat and dutiful...but there was a new note of regret to it as well.
"Auto...?" McCrea asked softly.
Milton rolled his eyes, cocking the gun threateningly. "Uh uh uhhhhh..." he warned testily, "No talking from the Prisoner."
Moving to the console, gun still aimed squarely at McCrea, Milton activated the communication line for the Axiom Robots. "Attention all Axiom units who are currently off the Ship, report back to the Lido Deck immediately. We will be launching off Earth soon."
Just then, a loud whistle came over the Bridg
WALL-E 2.0 pt 28 Fixing WALL-EI just keep on going, don't I? Hard to believe there are only ten days left, but I hope I can make them count. ^_^ Don't forget, twenty-eight prompts to pick from for you guys too.
As soon as she was in the Captain's (eerily empty) Quarters, EVE placed WALL-E on the ground, putting objects in the chute's exit hole as quickly as she could. It wouldn't be long before her sisters followed, and she needed time to set up a proper plan for storming the Bridge. Auto, after all, had the homefield advantage there, and after how the last face-off she'd had with him on it had gone...EVE had no interest in reliving that experience. Her barrier was...less than ideal (a model globe and a toy ship were not terribly effective deterrents), but it would have to do for now. "Plan?" WALL-E asked cautiously...quietly...afraid Auto might hear him from above, illogical though that was.
EVE considered just how to respond...what to do next.
WALL-E 2.0, Day 27: MutinyEVE held WALL-E's claw tight, scanning him over swiftly for any sign of injury. Her time under Auto's control was...vague...to remember, but she knew she'd had her gun out before waking back up and was fearful she'd fired it at least once. Thankfully, her scans showed no damage. "WALL-E..." she whispered apologetically, ashamed she'd let herself be controlled like that...
WALL-E, however, simply shook his head. He knew it wasn't her fault, and she had nothing to apologize for. "Evah. OK." he squeaked warmly, giving her fins a good squeeze.
The probe giggled a bit, but quickly turned serious as a familiar noise entered her audio sensors. The other EVE probes...they were still on their way! Scooping WALL-E into her arms, she rushed out of the room. Sure enough, as she did, the EVE flock arrived, all carrying something in their tractor beams. Not waiting to find out what, she imme
WALL-E 2.0 26: Directive A113Auto's taser popped out of its spoke as Milton approached, crackling menacingly. "Stay back." the wheel warned.
"Please, Auto, let's not get violent about all this." Milton tut-tutted, still moving forward. "I just want you to transfer your Command Protocols to my authorizaion code, that's all. That way, I can run the mission, and you can just sit back and relax.
"Negative." Auto answered defiantly. "Must follow my Directive. Must keep the Axiom under control."
The Forthright seemed undeterred, now face to one-eyed face with Auto. The taser still buzzed menacingly overhead. McCrea, watching from the sidelines, wondered just what Milton was up to. Did he intend to take Auto out somehow? But then...he wouldn't be able to control the other robots. "Oh, Auto. Poor deluded Auto..." the businessman chided. "I really had hoped to keep things
WALL-E 2.0 Day 25: M-OError. Error. EVE Probe 01 no longer responsive.
Auto clciked and whirred in frustration as his Command Protocols for the probe were cut off. The WALL-E...somehow or other, the WALL-E had done this. Infecting the EVE probe...breaking it away from the safety of control. "Confirm: All other EVE probes remain responsive?" he asked.
"NOW what is it?" Milton shrieked in petulent anger.
"One of the Probes is...malfunctioning." Auto responded, beginning to feel the situation slip out of his control. It was...frightening.
McCrea smiled. "It's no malfunction," he replied tauntingly. "I told you before, we are not going back to Space. WALL-E, EVE, and I...we're a team, and we'll stop you together."
Milton simply rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure, whatever, McDoogle." He then strode up to Auto, the plastered smile finally souring into a f