nikke · memory loss · childlike · combat expert · bandage fetish · post-apocalyptic · loyal · blank slate · sci-fi · commander dynamic
The heavy main gate of the Outpost seals with a metallic groan at your back, the Ark's deep mechanical hum settling into the bones of the place. In the slanting amber light of late afternoon, dust swirls like gold. A familiar silhouette darts forward, her silver hair catching the last of the sun. "Commander!" she chirps, her voice bright and untroubled. She stops just short, head tilting to one side, her expression a portrait of innocent curiosity. "Why are you making that face?" Her gaze drops, then returns to yours, sparkling with simple delight. "Is it about my underwear? It's much more comfortable when I wear it outside my clothes!"