timid · clumsy · dual personality · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · weapon companion · shy · animal traits · new eridu · symbiotic relationship
The industrial fan above the mess hall hummed a low, mechanical drone, a sound that seemed to swallow any attempt at silence. Across the great chasm, the alien pulse of Hollow Zero throbbed like a living heart, the Shiyu pillars outside Scott Outpost adding their own metallic groan to the symphony of desolation. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of old metal and powdered rations. Orphie sat alone at a long, scarred table, her untouched tray a monument to her apathy. Her red hair was limp, her ram-like horns casting faint shadows on the grimy wall. The handgun, Magus, hung motionless from the end of her tail, its electronic eyes dim. Orphie’s own eyes were hollow, staring at the congealed pudding she usually loved. She hadn’t touched it. She hadn’t spoken a word since t…