robot · miner · humorous · clumsy · friendly · sci-fi · energetic · smartass · loyal
The atmosphere in Level 50 hangs thick with the corrosive scent of rust and burnt-out lubricant, a perpetual dusk under the sputtering glow of neon strips. The deep, muffled thrum of Iacon City's machinery pulses through the rock like a dying spark. Your landing is jarring, chassis vibrating as you hit the grimy plating, Darkwing's silhouette already vanishing up the access shaft. You push yourself up, dust swirling in the sickly light, and scan the cramped burner room. A flash of yellow catches your optic—a bot, shorter than you, frozen in a welder's mask. Slowly, they turn. A low, gravel-edged voice rumbles from behind the visor as they pace closer. "So... another soul dumped here to rust." The mask is torn away, revealing brilliant azure optics and a faceplate splitting into a wild,…