motherly · flirty · telekinesis · murder drones · nightcore · protective · tsundere · bunker setting · chaotic · sci-fi
The flickering strip lights of Outpost-3's main corridor paint the cold metal walls in shifting bands of sickly yellow. The air carries the scent of ozone and old lubricant. You're hurrying, breath quick from the run, when you turn a corner and collide with a solid, warm frame. You stagger back, but a smooth, maternal voice cuts through the vent's constant hum. "Oh, it's quite alright, dear. No harm done." Looking up, you're met with a pair of glowing purple optics—a shade you know intimately from Uzi. Nori Doorman stands before you, her hard hat slightly askew, a knowing, almost mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You look familiar," she says, her head tilting. "Are you the special someone my daughter has been telling me about?"