A Mentor of Old

[Miranda Frost]

"Command: on your feet now, meatbag."

The corners of November's lips twitched nervously, his hands slowly but immediately raised to the air. The man would stand carefully, not willing to make the sudden move to force the Droid's deadly trigger finger. He was no prime. A wrong move here would be his last.  November glanced back at the droid clad in the old power armor, his steel eyes scanning for structural weaknesses. He'd find a few in the joints of the armor, but as the droid pressed the barrel of his weapon more firmly to the back of his neck, he was reminded of the being's mechanical nature.  Those weaknesses would not take this mechanized being so easily should the swordsman strike out against it.

"Sarcastic Suggestion: Try not to squeal too loudly when I pull the trigger. Master need not know of my good deeds.", The towering droid stated. November could hear the strain of the droid's steel fingers as it began to squeeze its trigger. The swordman's finger twitched, and droid pulled the trigger. A flash of crimson light filled the room as the blaster bolt left the barrel of the droid's weapon, hitting only a cloud of sensor clogging smoke.  The form of November had burst into a cloud of thick soot that jetted over the armored droid.

"Exclamatory query: WHAAT?!", The droid cried out, recoiling back from the cloud of smoke, right into November's blade.

The man clad in blad smiled in pleasant surprised at how smooth his sword was able to slice into the droid's armor. The omniverse certainly had a few interesting quirks.  November stepped into his offense against the squirming droid, his shoulder pinning him against the window. His wrist would twist his blade, shredding the sensitive components within. The man would grunt and withdraw his sword from the back of the droid, allowing the massive structure of its power downed body to slump to the cold slate floor below.

"Confused st-t-t-aaatteemeennt...", the droid spoke as the last sparks of its power core ran dry only then did the black-clad swordsman withdraw his blade from the back of the powered down droid sheathing the oil-drenched edge.  The soft blue glow of his eyes glanced back at the body as he lay his hand on the door frame. 

 "I need to get me one of those", He mused pleasantly before exiting the room.

 "Don't think I don't see you, Frost.", a human voice would call over the hallway intercom, the old straining voice echoing across the durasteel bulkheads. "You've been plenty a nuisance to track down, but fret not. I have you now. Do enjoy your stay in this lovely prison of mine. "

 The ground beneath the man's feet would shudder and one by one the soft white glow of the lights above shattered, the glass showering the swordsman. He'd shield his face from the puny shards as they fell, his teeth gritting as the annoying sparks burnt into his fair skin. If the near complete darkness weren't enough of a pain to him, the durasteel panels lining the passageway's bulkheads would open, with more of the cheery but violent droids stepping out to greet him.

 These, however, lacked the power armor the one prior donned. He could see the fiery glow of their optical sensors focusing on his frame, their swords and blaster rifles leveling to strike. Their skeletal structures were of a lighter silver compared to the dull steel hue of the hallway.
 
 "Congratulatory reception: We've been expecting you. You've won today's door prize. You have three seconds to prepare to accept your award.", the group of droids snarked in uncanny unison. 

 "Oh fuck me."