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Somewhere in Nevada...
Deimos was off today as he was having trouble breathing, but refused to put down his cigarettes. As he walks around, he hears a loud *THUD* from outside the building as if something fell from the sky.
"What the fuck?" He murmured to himself, looking out the nearby window and spotting a white, black, and yellow..robot? He wasn't sure what to make of it. Not knowing what else to do with it, Deimos decides to drags it inside and takes a long drag from a cigarette, loading his pistol, aiming it to the head of the robot, and watching the lifeless machine until it woke up.
With a sudden jolt, it's screen came on with bright yellow eyes and it sat up, looking up at a now stunned Deimos.
"Are you going to shoot me with that?" The machine pointed at the gun and asked in an almost child-like manner.
"Holy fuck, it talks." Deimos replied, not really knowing what else to expect. Admittedly. this isn't the strangest thing he had seen.
"Hi!" It said, standing up and soluting, "I'm Serial Designation N!" It's tail, that ended in a syringe-like capsule and needle, swayed side-to-side as it move, the yellow-orange liquid inside splashing about.
"...Deimos, I-I'm Deimos. What the fuck are you?" His voice was shaky, he wasn't exactly sure why but he felt uneasy. He walks closer to N.
N puts it's arms up in surrender, nervously chuckling a bit. "Hey theres no need to be violent! I'm a Disassembly Drone and I just kinda...crashed here. I can leave if you want."
"Nah, you might be useful. I'll make you a deal: I keep you alive and you help me and my boys with some missions." He gave a light smirk.
"Oooo! What kind of missions?" N seems curious, but Deimos avoids the topic.
"You'll find that out when you get there. In the meantime, tell me what can you do."
N spends some time showing and explaining it's features and weapons to Deimos. They end up having a conversation, sitting next to each other on whats left of an old couch and after it's all done, Deimos stops for a moment.
"So...you have saliva?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, it helps settle down the nanites if I stab myself!" A smile painted across it's face.
"...Is it...slippery?"
N was confused. "Uh? Yeah?"
"I know what your first mission can be." Deimos cooed, making the drone's screen look at him in excitement.
Deimos pushed N to it's knees in front of the couch, it's screen continued to show excitement while looking up at him. *Fuck, that face is adorable..*
"Sooo, what am I doing?" It finally asked with childish curiosity, it's tail seeming to wag side-to-side.
Deimos undid his belt and unzipped his shorts, "A simple mission," As his shorts unzipped, a long, around 7 inch, shaft emerged.
N stared at it, "What do I do with that?" Unknowingly, it's mouth began to water.
Deimos gently grabbed the drones head and met it's mouth to his tip, "I just need you to suck," He cooed, "At any pace you see fit."
It nodded and brought it's head down, only taking in about half of Deimos' length. *Oh, it was enjoying this mission.*