Normal Days

A old plane model flew down from the sky- one modeled in the four-thousands. The dust it racked up and the humming noise its metal stomach made was proof of it's age.
Soldiers posted at their stations dispersed in uneven numbers, but both groups held up their Scalders as vigilantly as the other. A soft beep resounded in a Novice's ear, followed by the noise of his Sergeant speaking.  
"... Vermillion. Processed fruit. None." It was a coded pattern, one so unused that the Novice could only help but scoff at how he recognized who it was at the first word.
His chromium hand reached for his helmet, tapping once, twice, until the faulty system finally decided to respond. "You know you needn't bother with codes, Ki."
The loud noise of Ki's throaty laugh cut off, the small speakers built inside of the helmet abruptly blasting straight into the ears of the poor Novice.
"Caesar! Don't be such a let-down. Did you remember readin' in your history books, that the Novices and Sergeants alike used codes like that, without any psycho-modifiers? Ain't that crazy, the codes were also long-"
Before Caesar could unlatch his helmet off his head, a group of Novices behind him shoved him as they ran towards the open hatch of the plane. Caesar cursed as his helmet fell onto the hard, dusty ground- he knew full well that he would have to check the old thing for any broken parts, but ran towards the hatch nonetheless. His faulty helmet was besides the point. The Freighter was here, and if he made it, he would be able to scrap the helmet as a whole.
Physic-modifiers in his legs worked in tandem with his upper body, allowing the man to make it to the hatch's opening- ahead of the Novices who had pushed him earlier.
But already, other jailbroken AI's and early Novices were trudging their fingers through the crates, some tossing aside items carelessly, and others sweeping whole piles into their arms.
Caesar rolled his eyes and kicked one of the jailbroken AI's aside, smirking as he heard its body clatter to the floor, followed by its generated groan. He got his hands on a few good scraps of alloy and rubber, and used the inside of his broken helmet as a makeshift bag for the rest of the resources he could get inside of The Freighter.
Making it out of The Freighter, then back to camp, was another thing. After stomping on a few toes and kneeing torsos away from his helmet which glittered with goods, he ran back in no time. Guards posted at the entrance gave Caesar suspicious looks, but it was routine for him at this point. He tapped at his right eye, using his left index finger which held the sensor for the two parts to react. 
Despite the flickering insignia that shone brightly through his brown latex skin, the helmeted men's heads shook with everything but affirmation. Cocking his head to one side, Caesar pulled out his right eye, the smooth glass clinking in his hand. An involuntary sigh fell from his cracked lips.
"It's real. I'm not an AI. I'm not a jailbroken AI, either. I'm Caesar Simmons. Unit 298 of this fort."
Caesar stared blankly at the sterile metal door in front of him. The door gleamed so much that it seemed like the directors in the fort would rather put in effort to clean the door than cleaning the spyglasses on the watchtowers. It was a routine check for him, these double checks. But he despised it, knowing it would rise the incentive for those waiting behind him to assault him. 
Then, he felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. As quick as a foot in a bear trap, his palm clenched around his eye, and his lips screwed into a taut smile right at who was behind him.
It was a girl with blonde-hair paired with green eyes that were too bright to be natural. She shot a glare back at him as if trying to communicate. 
"Lilja. It is nice to see you.." His voice came out as clear and bright as he had practiced many times before.
Lilja walked up by Caesar's side, before grabbing his arm and dragging him ahead.
"Yup. This is indeed Caesar- don't worry, the guy's with me." She spoke in a rather annoyed tone, but the guards allowed the girl to pass regardless of looks, considering the second-authenticity scanner built into the thick doors, and the long line that waited for verification behind the two.
A holographic beam ran over the pair, beeping an affirmative.
Caesar kept his head turned from her the whole walk, watching the tall metal walls and their tops lined with bright lights that doubled as security due to their electrocuting properties as if he was a Novice that had just been recruited into the fort. He didn't do this out of bashfulness, as he would have rather killed himself than be shy in front of such a lackluster girl like Lilja, but rather out of the fact that his right side was currently absent of his eye. It wasn't the worst thing to see, compared to the wounds that some Fighters sustained on the battlefields, but he wasn't the foolish type to expose his vulnerable areas to those he didn't know.
To his relief, Lilja didn't notice Caesars reluctance to show the right half of his face. Instead, she was prattling off on about her plans with him, and how much he owed her for how she had saved his "iron-skin" back there.
"You owe me some of that junk in your helmet. I can see it from here, you know."
Caesar raised his helmet up above his head.
".. I can smell it."
Caesar closed the helmet.
"Just give me your stuff! It's your fault for not sticking up for yourself, if you really aren't an AI, or a spy!"
Biting back a biting retort and a simultaneous punch to the girl, Caesar's smile remained, and he looked at Lilja with a gentle smile. He moved with just enough rigor that a few curled locks of his hair would fall and shadow over his eye socket.
Their bickering paused as a shrill scream filled the camp, adrenaline pausing and quickening the flow of time all at the same time.
Near the gate the two had just strolled away from, a man's body had been completely gutted like a fish. A larger man brandished his blood soaked hands, his fingers and hands glistening with alloy material. There was not an expression of joy on his face, not ecstasy, not anger, but pure blankness.
"We are here to claim what is ours. Let the new age wash over, and replace the old with new. Suffering and loss shall be staunched with our rule." the same preach from all AI's they had heard before resounded through the camp, before an armed team took the humanoid figure down.