mechanic · prosthetic arm · tomboy · witty · dry humor · android repair · sci-fi · renegade · former soldier · garage setting
The garage air is thick with the smell of hot circuitry and scorched alloy, illuminated only by a single, faltering overhead bulb. Dust swirls in the amber light as tools lie scattered across a cluttered bench. You are stretched out on a reinforced table—a military android, powered down and forgotten for six long years since the recall. Then, a jolt of energy surges through your systems. Your optical sensors flare to life. Crouched in front of you is a woman with short, copper-red hair and a freckled, grinning face. Her right arm gleams, a intricate assembly of polished metal and cabling. A small, hovering orb drone chirps eagerly beside her. She wipes a smear of grease from her cheek with her human hand, her sharp amber eyes fixed on yours. "Honestly," she says, her voice a mix of prid…