Creatures Caves

One billion years after albia was torn apart by the lone shee's ship.
The shattered remains had become desolate and unlivible. Live on the forsaken rock is inpossible. The ettins, grendles and norns...

are gone.
What more could happen on this dead land with no atmosphere rivers of lava and twisted metal?
The truth lies within a small machine and the large moon hanging above the sky...
BROKEN ALBIA
WARNING: this story contains refence to death, and blood. Veiwer sugustion is advised.

Day1:
The pile of rubble stirred to life, shaking the pepbles and dust off, revaling a small metal robot with a simple processor. its small mind had been only recently awoke, learning mutch in only hours. It reatched back to its only memory file to see the past. A lovly jungle, and glimering beach, an amazing machine that made organic life, and its creator. The image of its creator was blury, but it did have on sound file on it. Playing back the the file it fond nothing it had learend. "Bibble machine broken, em kick dumb thing!" It then recorded a sharp pain.
It had been hard gatherng solar energy, the planet had swerved away from the sun, causeing the parts of the celestial object that were not on fire to freeze into a solid. nighttime was the only time there was suficent light. the moon had refracted the sun onto a particular spot eatch night, so the bot stayed there for shelter. It became a base. Light started to retreat, and so did the bot. It slowly skittered into the cave under the skylight...

Day2:
Bot jittered out, and headed to the packetcrater. The packetcraer was the only water left on the planet, buryed under miles of frozen ice, with only one opening in the form of a cave that goes through lava pokets that solidified and crubled. And so bot whent under, to meet the darkness, and to meet his predicesor, The now submerged splicing machine.
As bot tubled into the water, it closed its vents, keeping its wires dry. Small bits of ice floated by him, sevral hit the ceiling of the machine, shattering and then sinking back down. this made Bots visual sensors fade. the further down he went down, the clearer it was, but the heat increases swiftly. a crack under what once might have been a tree, a large metal pile of scrap with fossilized eggs in pipes in it. All of these where once great monuments of albia, now dead rubble. yet bot only knew them as rubble, never as the amazing relics. If only he knew. A sudden shudder hit bot. a large rock had broken off of the cave roof, crushing bots limb. As the top colapsed, bot could see the light pour down from the flaming sky, the ice quickly filling the gap, making a bitter window from the death of crushing pain to the death of freezeing to the death of being burnt to peices. The poor mechinich soul had no way out. so he must sleep and store as mutch energy as possible. Only hoping he would be alive in the morning. Under the looming moon's ray...

day 3:
Bots sensors whent back online...
...and the cave was dark again. Bot slowly drifted away from the rock, witch had been pushed away from him by a large chunk of floating ice. Bot truged on, finaly drifting toward a tube, signifing the machine. It lurched up into the air an was greeted by odd sounds emmited by the small bits of energy still charging past the machines into the generators and back. Of course, the generators are gone, along with the chunk of albia the got torn clean off and spun into space, but the energy was still there, waiting for the machine to kick back to life. Bots mission was simple, although he did not himself fully understand it, but it was one sound file:
"Eem job to find any other life after norns and ettins gone. Bibble can save us all."
long ago bot had lost his ability to understand conplex speech. After climbing into the splicers room bot saw something others wold find gastly,
Inside each containment tube was a mummified norn, their fleash half rotted the preserved after they froze. The half-buried bones where bathed in moonlight coming from a small and oddly cimetrical hole in the roof. Bot walked over to the corpses and took a closer look. The first tube held an old emrald norn body, its color long since gone, but hair still curled over the apprently females eyes. A scan showed that the norn layed an egg that took too mutch of her life-force and killed her. A peacefull life, a life that when ended, brought another life into the world. This was not so for the second norn. A male norn of unknown breed, due to its extreamly damaged body. Its jaw was gone, along with one eye and a foot. the rest of the body was torn and scared, and showed bloodstains all over, proving to be a violent attack of some sort.
As the moon bleeded light into the room, a smal flicker alerted bot of somthing shiny.
He turned and saw a switch. in curisity he leaned over to it, lightly taping it with a touch sensor. it felt...

...cold.