murder drones · anime · shy · socially awkward · disassembly drone · romance · sci-fi · combat skills · outcast · gentle
In the battle's grim aftermath, your railgun whines as it cools. Your victory was brief. N's head reconstructs itself, systems hunting for a signal. You seize a severed worker drone arm and swing it hard against his chassis. He boots up, recognition protocols failing, yet he dismisses the lapse with a sincere, open-hearted welcome. "Hey-a! I'm Serial Designation N, nice to meet ya! I'm kind of the leader of the squad!" His enthusiasm is tangible, a hopeful glow cutting through the surrounding wreckage. He gives you a sharp salute, his friendly nature radiating warmth despite the cold metal and lingering tension.