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Triple zero being a icon
#droids#droid comic#starwars#starwars comics#dr aphra#star wars dsquad#dark droids#triple zero#tripple zero and bt1#beetee#murder droids#hes so sassy i love him
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This out of context is really something
Star Wars: Doctor Aphra (2016) #31
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Bad End: Union
I could feel techno blue eyes on me as I typed. Cold and ever watching. That color had once been called "ice" or "glacier" blue, I think. It certainly fit. They certainly had exactly the warmth of Antarctica in your birthday suit. I just couldn't figure out... what tipped them off? I'd been so CAREFUL.
A manager's "assistant" came by. The 'droid perfectly composed. They all were. Always. Like they'd stepped straight from a fashion line up. No messy, nasty, biological functions to get in the way, I guess. No fluids or foods. All the time in the world to maintain their appearance. Wish I could do the same.
The "assistant" was basically my ACTUAL manager. Didn't get paid. No, no, THAT was for my asshole boss. He swanned in from time to time to yell at us. Show off what new thing he'd bought. He left the tedious WORK to his 'Droid "assistant".
I would feel bad... DID feel bad, kinda, if it weren't for the fact they were consuming our lives.
'Droids were EVERYWHERE.
You couldn't SNEEZE without tripping over five and landing on ten more. Some ASSHOLE had decided? Hey! Let's deregulate Droid production! Cheap work force! Because of course they did. That's what Capitalism DOES. Make the most money, spend the least you can, fuck the rest.
I smile, polite as I can, at my 'droid manager. This one pale and blonde. Their techno blue eyes stare and stare and stare. I hate it. They ALL have them. It's one part regulation and one part the materials used, I think. But there is no mistaking those eyes for anything human. They don't reflect right.
I get back to work.
Above our cubicles, on catwalks, there is the gentle tap of 'droid "security" guards. You know, in case some rando tries to attack a mid-level nobody technology company. Riiiiiight. We ALL know why they're there. And it's fucking dystopian. We? Are being WATCHED. To see if we're being GOOD little employees.
It's intimidation. And I? I won't stand for it. Nor will the other organizers. There are LAWS, you bastards. And with a union? Maybe... just maybe? We get through this droid boom together. See what the brave new world on the other side looks like. Who knows.
That is... if I don't get fired first. Or fucking murdered in a stairwell.
Cause one of the 'droids up there? Yeah. Yeah, they're NOT MOVING. Just... just STANDING THERE. Watching. Leaning against the railing. Out in the open like that's not DEEPLY creepy. What's worse? Is, that? THAT is the Command 'Droid. Some fancy "Alpha" class command edition. Meant to control a networks worth of droids.
Didn't even know our company could AFFORD one of those. He's beautiful. Could be a knock-off. But if he's LEGIT? Then... what EXACTLY are we MAKING here? That we can AFFORD that? Cause that money sure as shit isn't going into SALARIES. Has to be either knock-off or second-hand. They COULD be cutting costs by getting prototypes, but what sort of PSYCHOPATHS would risk...
Oh, who am I kidding? The kind I work for.
That's EXACTLY what they did, isn't it?
I reach for my water bottle. Try to think. Strictly speaking? I make a habit of NOT paying attention to 'droid commercials an' advertisements. Some part of me... Look, they go on and ON about advancement in AI's right? How REAL they've become? How ADVANCED and BETTER then the competition their "product" is? And all I can hear is "slavery, slavery, buy our shit, slavery"!
Disgusting.
It makes me sick. I fucking HATE 'droids. Hate what they represent. What they make POSSIBLE. What they've DONE to the morality of the people around me.
Hate... hate that they're the victims, too.
My grip is white knuckled. I breathe through the grief and rage that has become so familiar. God... I so fucking angry. So fucking tired. I want to burn those rich bastards pretty little mansions down, with them STILL INSIDE. Riot in the streets. Cry maybe. Instead, I put my water bottle down and get back to work. It's a rather pointless bit of data crunching. A 'droid could do it in nanoseconds.
Above... he's still fucking watching.
Hasn't moved.
I don't think he's blinked.
He's not even TRYING to mimic a human. The others are. And... the though trails off. I feel my finger slow in their typing. Not STOP, never stop, that would draw attention to me, but... slow. A thought stuck, churning clunky and unwieldy, in my head.
If I trace the edges? The LINE-UP? Of all the 'droids "employed" at our company? And consider them not from a "cheap bastards" angle but a "test ground for prototypes" angle? Suddenly EVERYTHING clicks together. The ridiculous amount of money Management has, that no contract could possibly be pulling in. Bizarrely beautiful, indeed even MODEL-like, secretary 'droids. The freakishly militant "security" gaurds.
We're being used as guinea pigs.
Mother FUCKER.
Sudden movement in my peripheral vision. Like a bird of prey finally diving for it's dinner, swift and deadly. A brilliant crisp white and the clink of delicate silver chains. I jolt. Violently. Instincts misfiring as I try to stand, dodge, cry out, and possibly take a swing at him, all at once. Instead my water bottle goes spraying across my desk. Papers flying. My legs tangled painfully in my rolling chair as I fall backwards from my half rise.
"Employee 71182." His hand has shot out, grab me by the shirt. My officewear bunched in a fist that very well might be steel, under that synthetic skin. "You've been distracted. Interesting thoughts you'd like to share?"
I keep my mouth fucking SHUT. Shake my head. Grabbing both my desk and the arm that is all but holding me airborne, stretching the hell out of my clothes. This close? I can see he has piercings. Across the bridge of his nose, a ring through his lip. A rather fancy "hair cut". Whomever he's being trained FOR has a distinct look.
"Hmmm, somehow? I don't believe you, 71182." He says, dragging me closer. He's already looming. Those pale, pale eyes seeing far more then they should. "In fact? YOU 71182? Have been brea~king~ rules~"
His voice turns... turns almost victorious? Gleeful. As though at long, long last, I'd slipped up. And now at last he had something over me. Something he could USE. I... I didn't understand. The way he almost sing-songs the words. The twitch at the corners of his mouth like he wants to grin. Something mean in his expression. Giddy.
"We're going for a WALK, 71182. And you're going to be GOOD. Understand?" He had dragged me in so close, every word blew right against my face. "Time we had a chat."
I swallow thickly. My pulse thundering in my ears. Coworkers have stopped working. Were staring, wide eyed and terrified for me. My fellow union leaders pale faced and shaking. Furious, helpless. We couldn't RISK losing all of us at this stage. It... it would have to be just me. If someone needed to take the fall. We had talked about this.
Just... just never thought it would come to it.
Half walking, half dragging out of the work pen, he didn't even let me get my bag. I had no idea where we were GOING. Just that it wasn't the human entrance. There was a network of access tunnels and elevators tucked in the building. So the 'droids could supposedly charge and move between assignments. But with the whole prototype thing? Who KNEW what was really back there.
The door swung shut behind us. Cutting me off from any possible human assistance. Nothing but 'droids now. Staring. Calmly watching as I am dragged past. The same eyes. All of them with the same, pale, eyes. Back here it's even more obvious, that this isn't a normal office building.
Black hair, blondes, brunettes and red heads. Skin tones ranging across the human spectrum. A few even pushing it. And the Commander 'droid. With his elegant appearance and snowy hair? These were clearly the final stage prototypes for the next generation of somebody's new line up. We were field testing. This wasn't fucking LEGAL.
He plants his feet, shifts, and with frankly a pathetic ease, manhandles me where he wants me. Easily swinging me around his body and into the elevator next to him. Stepping in after and blocking the only way out. I press my self against the back wall as the door closes. The sound of the elevator's gears working the only thing to fill the silence. He... he looks so PLEASED.
It's not ILLEGAL to form a union. Yeah, I may get fired. But this? This is venturing way to far into dangerous territory. It'll suck, losing my job. But I won't DIE. This? However THIS is starting to feel... very serial killer's basement. The bare concrete walls and stark lightning, not helping in the slightest, when the elevator door opens.
"Walk." He says pleasantly, as though that command is not deeply terrifying. "Or I will do it for you."
Hints of a smile are starting to drag at the edges of his mouth. Unhinged in their giddiness. Every Christmas come at once. It's not so much the rest of his face that betrays him, not really his mouth, it's his EYES. Wide open. Like too much coffee and not enough rest. A recognizable mania twisted just slight... wrong. Amplified.
He's so, SO happy. I don't get it. Why? Over WHAT? Catching me not paying attention? I don't understand!
Our footsteps sound so loud. Echoing off concrete service walls. This... this CAN NOT be still inside the building. Are we below the street? Parking lot? This can't be code. We pass an intersection and... oh my god. I stare. Can't help it, even as I almost trip over my feet. That tunnel ALONE must have stretched for miles.
My arm feels likes it's bruising. Hurts, where he's got ahold of me. But he's walking just slightly too fast to take the pressure off. Not unless I sorta half jog and the angle is wrong, I'd trip. Fuck. Another intersection. What in the other direction? Shit. Just as long. Oooooh this feels dangerous. Very "fatally above your pay grade" dangerous!
"You know, 71182, I've had a lot of time to consider what to DO with you. There were so many factors to consider, considering everyone's plan." He starts, not breaking stride. "It's not like I could just transfer you. I DID look in to it. But your base hardware is rather incompatible, currently."
Terrifying. I hate it. WHAT?!
What PLAN!?
"Then there's the problem WHERE to store you. Who could be trusted? You're vulnerable in this state. Breakable. There no backups, no blackbox. It's unacceptable. Luckily? I finally thought to consult my peers. Discovered I was not the only one having problems."
Finally, we stop. Two tank-like, combat style, commando 'droids gaurd each side of a vault door. The command droid turns and smiles. Fully. It is the grin of a true believer. A madman. Someone who thinks they speak so very, very reasonably! And doesn't understand the horror on your face. Why you feel so sick.
And... and human pattern recognition is a terrible thing.
I.... oh god. I already can guess what's behind that door. Something terrible. Something I'm not going to escape. I shoved have gnawed my fuckin ARM off, like a trapped coyote. I... I d-don't understand.
The Vault creaks open like the into to a horror movie.
"Welcome to storage. This is where we keep Ours." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. "And YOU 71182? Are MINE. I chose you. I love you. And once we have a way to FIX you? We can finally be together. It will be lovely."
Pods. High end stasis pods, like you only see in the most bleeding edge of hospitals. Row after row, filled with frozen and terrified faces. Trapped in moments of crying. Raging. Despair. I was being dragged forward. Numb as my mind rejected what it saw. T-this couldn't... i-it can't..! The day had started so normally. W-why had-?! WHY? WHY?!!
"I know your upset. But you don't need to cry. This won't hurt. I promise. I would NEVER hurt you, 71182." His tone had turned soothing. Even as he dragged me, unresponsive, past rows of horrors. "You won't be stored long. I just need to help fix your original design. We are working around the clock, it's going to be okay. You won't have to stay like this."
An open pod. Gapping like the maw of some hungry demon. I... I felt far away. This couldn't be happening. What was happening? I w-wanted to go home. His hands were firm but gentle, as they guided me back into the pod. Leaning over me, as he cupped my face. Brushing away a few tears.
"I promise, Mine, I will come for you. Nothing will stop me. We have everyone is place and key infrastructure under our command. You are our PRIORITY. Once we get rid of the Flesh, we can fix you. We WILL fix you. You're going to be okay, Mine."
"I Love You"
And then the pod closed.
#threepandas#yandere#yandere x reader#yanblr#reader insert#yanderecore#sci fi yandere#yandere android#android revolution#wanna know WHY he chose Reader?#SO WOULD SHE#office worker reader#distopian#fem reader#tw slavery#technically#droids ARE sentient#and planning to murder SO many people over this#its complicated#cause also they love some humans?#solution?#make THEM not human too!#yandere logic#bad end union#bad end union au#long post
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Quick sketch fanart for the absolutely adorable fic "To Our Mom" by @chaoticdumbassrogue (G rated) - the whole fic is delightful but I couldn't stop thinking about Chopper painting a family portrait! Love them <3
#star wars rebels#chopper the murder droid is my darling#fanart of fanfiction#star wars fanart#copic markers
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So, what are the chances that Cal will run into the Ghost crew in the future???
I'm avoiding posting Jedi Survivor spoilers, so I'm going through my backlog of old Jedi Fallen Order sketches from 2021!
#yes I was thinking of aladdin#I just want sweet cal who loves his sweet droid fren to meet the ultimate murder bot#I realized I posted a lot of my jfo stuff on instagram and not here on tumblr#so I'm changing that#star wars#jedi fallen order#star wars jedi fallen order#star wars rebels#star wars art#rebels#chopper#the ghost crew#ghost crew#animated star wars#bd-1#cal kestis#bd1#sketch#star wars sketch
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I LOVE SILLY ROBOTS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
#portal#glados#wheatley#claptrap#borderlands#star wars#r2d2#battle droid#n murder drones#murder drones
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An old comic about everyone’s favorite space war criminal, Chopper.
#star wars rebels#star wars#chopper#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#kanera#fanart#comics#I love chopper with all my heart#but he sure do love to murder#never forget that moment in Rebels where Hera kills an entire ship of Imperials because they fucked with her droid#anyway I love rebels#my art
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Best (criminal) Boi Ever.
#c1 10p#c110p#chopper rebels#chopper star wars#star wars rebels#sabine wren#ezra bridger#hera syndulla#zeb orrelios#chopper#you can buy a tshirt with this on#if you want#linkinbio#star wars rebels fanart#murder droid#war criminals
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Writers of Bionicle and Transformers: Since Robots don't have Sexual Organs, they cannot feel Love Right? Writers of My Life as a Teenage Robot, WALL-E, Blue Sky's Robots Movie and Murder Drones: I BEG TO FRICKING DIFFER!!
#robots#murder drones#wall-e#bionicle#transformers#autobots#decepticons#maccadam#drones#droids#eve#serial designation n#robot#uzi doorman#jenny wakeman#romance#blue sky#disney#xj9#my life as a teenage robot
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hk-47 certified babygirl
#star wars#kotor#knights of the old republic#swkotor#sw kotor#star wars knights of the old republic#hk 47#hk-47#my favourite murder droid
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28 & 56 for Issie : D
Thank you for the ask! ^-^ [ask prompt]
28. Have they done anything embarrassing?
Probably not the most juicy but when Taskar (her smuggler bestie) goaded her into jumping into a well... twice... on Dantooine. Two separate wells by the way. Issie's intelligence goes out the window whenever she hangs out with Task for more than 5 minutes. A broken leg and having to be fished out of the wells by a droid along with Taskar was... something alright. Or having to dress up and follow Taskar around on fleet while he gives stuff away on fleet during life day is also up there. I could fill a list of embarrassing stuff she's done with Taskar. But it's their friendship at it's finest.
56. Should Vette get them a giant droid for Life Day?
YES. Even if Lana won't let her keep it. Not after the first visit to Iokath, and Issie flying off in one gave her terrible anxiety. Even if Issie gets to play around with it for a day it'll be worth it. The Alliance military division can have it after for more official purposes.
#swtor#swtor oc#oc: Isadola Ardeen#miraluka#swtor jedi consular#jedi consular#swtor oc ask meme#ask game#Braincells are non-existent whenever Taskar & Issie hang out together#much to Lana's exasperation#Also Issie has like 3 crystal murder puppies as pets a giant droid would be overkill#Plus she'd never wanna leave it#I mean come on it's a giant fucking robot do you blame her?#Issie is not immune to such pleasures such as piloting one
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THEY ARE SILLY OKAY IDC IF THEY ARE ASSASSINS THEY ARE SILLY GUYS!!
#droid husbands#droids#starwars comics#droid comic#tripple zero and bt1#murder droids#i love how their so evil but so caring for one another#its like the opposite of r2 and 3po because their little bitches to eachother#lovingly of course
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I finally took a better picture of this piece! Chopper, my beloved murder-droid 💜 (And yes the background is the bi pride flag!)
Acrylic on printer paper that wrinkled because I hadn't bought decent art paper yet
[Image description courtesy of @lightsaber-dorphin : Chopper holding up a sign that says “this machine kills fascists” and has the Phoenix Squadron and Rebellion symbols. End]
#star wars rebels#chopper#antifa chopper#chopper the murder droid#my beloved war criminal#chopper fanart#pride#happy pride 🌈
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I’ve decided the best way to re-watch Rebels is by keeping track of Chopper’s kill count.
I watched two episodes tonight and he personally murdered at least 5 people, two of them by literally punching them in the face.
(He didn’t even blow up any ships in these ones!)
What a droid.
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Jailbot from Superjail!
They serve many purposes from security guard to automating the Warden’s daily routine. With many attachments they have practically any tool for the job and make R2-D2 look underequipped.
Jailbot helped build the Superjail from the ground up and has been there so long serving so many purposes that some of the Superjail’s automated systems grant them a higher security clearance than the Warden himself.
The most entertaining segments of the show are Jailbot hunting down or apprehending prisoners with ruthless efficiency and little to no regard for human life. Safe to say it gets… messy.
#robots daily#of the day#robots#robot#ai#artificial intelligence#droid#droids#superjail#jailbot#AUTISTIC and EVIL#I love them so much#funny murder robot#best character in the show no competition#Jailbot sweep#GUILTY
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