Unwanted Keyboard

"Kasmet, move!"

Krshh boom!

A heavy metallic claw slammed into the steel crates Kasmet hid her person behind. Blood shrilled in her ears as she dove toward her commander, Lucina.

Fortunately for the two stowaways on the ship, the claw, which was attached as the tail to a beastly machine with no head and the body of a four-legged creature, was caught in the crates.

With sweat dripping down her brow and mixing with the blood on her temple, Kasmet swiftly eyed her commander. Lucina was in similar injured conditions. The only difference was that she was sporting a dark purple bruise under her eye, which complimented them because her irises were a soft shade of lilac.

Taking a breather behind the cargo, Kasmet glanced at her weapon. The bright red number two glared at her, "Fuck me sideways. Only a couple shots left."

Tearing at the sleeve of her deep blue thermal shirt, Lucina wrapped it around her thigh as a makeshift tourniquet. "Well, make that shit count. I'm bleeding."

Aggressively swiping away the blood that had accumulated down her cheek, "This BS is your fau- AH!"

The large claw clamped around Kasmet's ankle, dragging her across the floor. Her body shook in agony as it impacted the various containers and machinery that littered the area. It yanked at her, tearing her weak mortal cartilage and muscles located at her hip joint.

In Kasmet's mind, this ride of a lifetime lasted longer than the pains of childbirth--not that she understood. However, it felt like an accurate comparison given the circumstances.

Eventually, it stopped, bringing her closer to its back, where a rectangular cage was waiting to engulf her.

Ridiculously disoriented and very much uncomfortable, Kasmet dangled as helplessly as her gun that was slung around her torso, hanging on by the leather strap. Pass the penetrating pain that was stomping all over her frail human flesh, she distantly heard someone vocalizing crude remarks about her.

"You're a masochist! Get over the pain and grab your gun!"

Realizing that it was not her imagination and that her commander was being rude during her life and death situation, her fingers glided across the familiar trigger of her gun and--

"You missed! The machine is literally touching you and you missed!"

Kasmet's nerves were rapidly firing electricity all across her body. Feeling spiteful, she retorted at her commander to choke on a star. However, her brain was overloaded with pain sensory. Thusly, noises of a whale escaped her mouth instead.

Lucina heaved herself up in order to rescue her companion, regardless of her lack of a good weapon. Albeit, she felt her success rate of saving the both of them was the same chance as a plastic spoon falling in love.

Sensing her movements, the massive machinery jerked, preparing to subdue the other invader, and as commanded, with a hint of torment.

Grabbing a random metal pole tossed away by the destruction, Lucina readied herself. Taking a moment for a bit of self-reflection, she can count the number of times terrible situations like these were not her fault on a lot of hands. She can also count the number of time Kasmet blamed her for these terrible situations with the same number of hands.

Something inside the monstrous robot whirled rapidly with a low-pitch whizz. Steam billowed out from its hip joints like the hiss of a snake. It leaned back on its hind legs. If it had eyes, Lucina could feel it on her like a predator on a prey. If it had a mouth, she could see it salivating for the hunt.

With a powerful lunge, the robot pounced.

With a rebellious war cry, Lucina gripped the metal pole in her callous hands, tense for impact.

With a disgruntled moan, Kasmet shot the beast.

And it fell.

The tail-like claw loosened and Kasmet unceremoniously dropped to the ground with a pained groan. Wanting to maintain her known witty decorum, she made a comment that she had two shots left. Once again, only whale noises were heard.

Lucina, on the other hand, chucked the metal pole at the out-of-commissioned machine, "Your mother was an unwanted keyboard from the 1990's."