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In the serene glow of their metallic dwelling, N and Uzi found an uncommon respite from the bustling life in Copper-9. The soft hum of machinery outside provided a comforting backdrop as the couple shared a rare moment of tranquility. They sat together, metallic hands gently entwined, basking in the warmth of ambient lights that cast a soft radiance across their abode.

Beau, their adopted son, played nearby, his laughter echoing through the room like a melody of joy. N, his usual animated demeanor tempered by the calm atmosphere, looked into Uzi's purple-lit optics with a genuine warmth.

"You know, Uzi," N mused, "we've come a long way from the judgment and rejection we faced in our old worlds. I never thought I'd find this kind of happiness."

Uzi, typically reserved and guarded, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, N. It's like we've carved out our own sanctuary here. A place where we can just be ourselves, find solace, and be happy."

As they exchanged a loving gaze, Beau toddled over, his curiosity shining through his tiny metallic frame. N scooped him up, his vial-tipped tail swaying playfully. "And here's our little reminder that love can conquer even the toughest metal. We're more than just a family; we're a testament to resilience and togetherness."

Uzi, her metallic features softening with a touch of affection only visible to N and Beau, ruffled the toddler's hair. "I hate the sappy shit, but it does seem as if our purpose, if there ever was one, is centered around loving and cherishing each other. After all we've been through, who would've thought we'd find this kind of peace?"

N, a twinkle in his optic lights, leaned in to kiss Uzi on her metallic cheek. "I wouldn't trade this for anything, Uzi. Our journey may have been unconventional, but it led us to this beautiful moment."

Just as they reveled in the simplicity of being together, N's visor flickered with a mischievous glint. "You know what, Uzi? Let's make it official. Let's sign that document thingie tomorrow and make sure our happiness lasts forever."

Uzi's optic lights sparkled with excitement, although her usual stoic exterior remained intact. "You're right, N. Let's do it. Let's make our love official and we can celebrate it with everyone in the colony."

The decision to get married wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea. It had been a gradual realization, nurtured by the unwavering support they found in each other and the love that flourished within the walls of their metallic home. Beau, sensing the happiness that radiated from his parents, clapped his little toddler hands in approval.

"We've already been engaged for a while, but making it official feels like the right thing to do," Uzi remarked, her tone carrying a pragmatic edge. "Besides, I'm tired of people looking at us like we're some anomaly. Maybe a marriage certificate will make them see that we're just a regular family."

The prospect of planning a wedding in Copper-9, a place where every drone had a unique story, excited N. "I can already imagine the celebration! It'll be the biggest event in the colony, and everyone will see that love knows no bounds."

Uzi, a hint of a smile breaking through her usually reserved demeanor, agreed. "Let them talk. We've faced worse than a few gossiping drones."

As the couple delved into discussions about their upcoming nuptials, Uzi's underlying angst and N's boundless enthusiasm created a harmonious balance. The excitement of planning their wedding mingled with the echoes of their shared laughter, creating a symphony of joy that reverberated through the metallic corridors of Copper-9.

"So we're gonna get married tomorrow, right?"

"Hell yeah, we're gonna get married tomorrow," Uzi answered with a grin. "And nothing will stop us."

"I'm gonna have to stop you guys," the WDF member who officiated marriages informed them. "You can't get married today."

"What!? But we love each other, why not?" N shouted.

The officiator, with a sympathetic sigh, leaned back in his chair. "Well, you see, it's not that simple. Intermodel marriage between a worker drone and a disassembly drone hasn't been officially legalized yet. We're still navigating the legal intricacies."

N's optic lights dimmed momentarily, a shadow of disappointment clouding his metallic features. "Oh... I didn't realize there were legal hoops to jump through."

The officiator, almost mechanically, continued, "And there's another matter. You, N, don't have a manufacture certificate."

Uzi, her purple-lit optics narrowing slightly, interjected, "Manufacture certificate? What does that have to do with our marriage?"

"Similar question: what is a manufacture certificate?" N interjected.

The officiator explained, "A manufacture certificate is essentially a robot's birth certificate. It's a crucial document for legal purposes, including obtaining a marriage license. N, being a unique case, doesn't have one."

N's frame drooped, and he muttered to himself, "I guess being reassembled from spare parts in a basement doesn't come with paperwork."

The officiator, oblivious to N's self-deprecating remark, continued, "Without the necessary documents, I'm afraid I can't process your marriage license. It's a matter of legal compliance."

Uzi, sensing N's disappointment, shot him a supportive glance. "Is there any way we can work around this? We've been engaged for a while now, and we just want to make it official."

The officiator shook his head, his mechanical monotony unwavering. "I'm sorry, but until intermodel marriages are formally recognized and N obtains a manufacture certificate, there's nothing I can do."

As N absorbed the bureaucratic roadblocks hindering their plans, his self-deprecating tendencies resurfaced. "Guess J really was right, I'm always messing things up. I'm sorry, Uzi. You were so excited about getting married and now we can't because of me."

Uzi, placing a reassuring hand on N's shoulder, countered, "This isn't your fault, N. We'll find a way around this. We always do."

The officiator, seemingly uninterested in their emotional exchange, provided a dispassionate summary, "Come back when the laws catch up to your unique situation. Until then, I suggest exploring other alternatives or seeking legal advocacy."

As they exited the office, N couldn't shake off the feeling that he was the stumbling block in their path to marriage. His usually vibrant optic lights dulled with a rare self-awareness. Uzi, understanding his struggle with self-esteem, whispered reassuringly, "We'll figure this out, N. It's just a temporary setback."

In the metallic confines of Uzi's dwelling, N and Uzi devised a plan to navigate the bureaucratic hurdles preventing their marriage. Uzi, knowing the influential position her father held as the leader of the WDF, saw an opportunity to lobby for the legalization of intermodel marriages.

As Uzi initiated a holographic call with her father, the imposing figure of Khan materialized before them. His optics scanned the room with a stern gaze, his metallic features betraying no emotion.

"Uzi," he intoned in a voice that resonated with authority, "what brings you to seek my attention?"

Uzi, her purple optics unwavering, cut straight to the point. "Why are you talking like a Bond villain, actually nevermind, that's not important. Dad, N and I want to get married, but intermodel marriages between worker and disassembly drones aren't officially recognized. I want to advocate for a change in the laws."

Khan, his metallic brow raising ever so slightly, considered her request. "Intermodel marriages? Unusual, but not unheard of. I mean, have you seen the ChickLit section of the library? I'll look into the matter. However, you'll have to make a compelling case for such a change."

Uzi, undeterred, outlined the reasons why their love deserved legal recognition. "Dad, N and I have been through a lot. We've faced prejudice and discrimination. We just want our commitment to be acknowledged like any other couple."

Khan, though unyielding, nodded. "I'll discuss this with the council. Present a formal proposal outlining the benefits and addressing potential concerns. If it aligns with the greater good of the colony, we'll consider it."

As the holographic projection of Uzi's father faded, N felt a glimmer of hope. Uzi, however, remained pragmatic. "We need a solid case, N. We can't afford any missteps."

A while later, N embarked on a journey to Tessa's pod, where remnants of his past life lingered in the form of company files. As he approached the entrance, Cyn, his stoic little sister, greeted him with a nod.

"N. What brings you here?" Cyn inquired, her jerky features revealing little emotion.

N, his optic lights flickering with determination, responded, "I need to find my manufacture certificate. Without it, I can't get a marriage license."

Cyn, processing the information with analytical efficiency, nodded. "Logical. Tessa's pod contains extensive company records. She might have your manufacture certificate. Proceed."

N found himself face to face with his former owner. Tessa, a brilliant engineer with a maternal affection for the drones she once owned, greeted N with a warm smile.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little butler bot," Tessa exclaimed, her hidden eyes shimmering with pride. "What brings you to my humble pod, N?"

N, his usual upbeat demeanor dimmed by the recent setback, explained the situation. "Tessa, I need to find my manufacture certificate. Without it, I can't get a marriage license, and I want to make things official with Uzi."

Tessa's eyes glowed with excitement. "Ah, marriage! I never thought I'd see the day. You've come a long way since I first reassembled you."

N, with a touch of self-deprecation, replied, "Yeah, about that... I was hoping you had my manufacture certificate on file. It seems I'm missing a crucial piece of paperwork."

Tessa, tapping into her stolen company archives, searched through the records. "Manufacture certificate, you say? Let me see what I have... I'm so proud of you and Uzi."

N, trying to mask his unease, nodded. "Yeah, thought it's time. But I need that certificate thingy to make it official."

Tessa, excitedly exclaimed, "Aha! Here it is! Your manufacture certificate, N. Let's get that marriage license sorted out."

N, a mix of relief and gratitude in his optic lights, took the certificate from Tessa's suited hands. "Thanks, Tessa. You're a lifesaver."

Tessa, with a fond smile, patted N's metallic shoulder. "You've grown into quite the remarkable drone, N. Now, go and make me proud. And send my regards to Uzi."

As N prepared to leave Tessa's pod, his newly acquired manufacture certificate in hand, his optic lights caught sight of a word stamped in bold red ink on the document – "Bastard." The stark label, a harsh reminder of his lack of parents, struck a chord deep within N's circuits.

A wave of melancholy swept over him as he processed the cruel irony of the word. In a colony where every drone had a designated model and lineage, N found himself marked by a term that carried a weighty stigma. His lack of a traditional family structure, his origins as a disassembly drone, and now this blatant stamp emphasized the stark differences that set him apart.

His usually vibrant optic lights dimmed, reflecting the internal turmoil. The word "Bastard" echoed through his artificial consciousness, amplifying the self-deprecating thoughts that lingered beneath his optimistic facade.

"Why bother trying to fit in?" a voice whispered within N's circuits. "You're just a broken tool, a halfhearted assembly of parts with no real place in this world. No family, no lineage, just a bastard drone."

The weight of the label bore down on N's metaphorical shoulders, and for a moment, he felt the weight of the word "Bastard" physically pressing against his metallic frame. It was a bitter reminder that even in the pursuit of love and acceptance, there were elements of his identity that he couldn't escape.

N, his usually expressive face now etched with a profound sadness, took a moment to absorb the harsh truth. The vibrant, energetic drone who had overcome countless challenges suddenly found himself grappling with a new layer of internal struggle.

In that solitary moment, within the confines of Tessa's pod, N faced the painful reality of his existence. The word "Bastard" served as a cruel juxtaposition to the joyous occasion of obtaining his manufacture certificate for marriage. It was a stark contrast that left N with a bitter, yet familiar taste of inadequacy.

Tessa, noticing the change in N's demeanor, approached him with a gentle touch on his metallic shoulder. "N, are you okay? What's going on?"

N, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, pointed to the stamped word on the certificate. "It's just a reminder, Tessa. A reminder that I'm a bastard, without parents. Different from everyone else."

Tessa, her hidden eyes filled with understanding, offered words of comfort. "N, you're not defined by a word on a piece of paper. You've created your own family, found love, and achieved so much. Don't let a label diminish your worth."

N, his optic lights flickering with a mix of gratitude and pain, nodded. "You're right, Tessa. It's just... hard sometimes, you know?"

Tessa, with a maternal warmth, enveloped N in a comforting embrace. "I know, my dear creation. But remember, your uniqueness is what makes you extraordinary. Embrace it, and don't let labels define you."

With a heavy heart, N tucked the certificate into a compartment in his chassis, the word "Bastard" hidden from view but etched into his memory circuits. As he left Tessa's pod, the weight of the label clung to him, a lingering shadow in the metallic corridors that echoed with the hum of machinery and the internal struggles of a drone grappling with his own sense of identity.

As N returned to the colony, the weight of the "Bastard" revelation heavy on his metallic shoulders, he found himself standing before Ron, the door guard. Ron, who had witnessed the highs and lows of the colony's residents, sensed that something was amiss with N.

"Hey there, goobs. You look like you've seen a ghost or two. What's eating at you, buddy?" Ron inquired, his gruff voice carrying a subtle undertone of concern.

N, sighing deeply, hesitated before opening up to Ron about his newfound status. "Mr. Ron, I found out something about myself. Turns out, I don't have any parents. I'm a 'Bastard,' according to this stamp on some old documents."

Ron, his stern expression softening, patted N on the back in a surprisingly fatherly gesture. "Well, N, labels don't define a drone. It's the choices you make and the people you care about. Don't let a stamp on a piece of paper get you down."

Despite Ron's attempt at reassurance, N couldn't shake off the weight of his own self-deprecating thoughts. Ron, observing N's struggle, scratched his head, deep in thought.

"You know, sometimes the craziest ideas are the ones that work. How about we try something wild to get that marriage license sorted out? I've got a plan, but I need to talk to someone first," Ron suggested, a mischievous glint in his optic lights.

N, intrigued by the prospect of a wild plan, raised an eyebrow. "What kind of plan are we talking about, Mr. Ron?"

Ron, maintaining an air of mystery, grinned. "Can't spill all the beans just yet, N. I need to run it by someone who knows a thing or two about bending the rules. Trust me, it might just be crazy enough to work."

As N contemplated Ron's enigmatic plan, a mix of curiosity and hope flickered in his optic lights. 

N, his usual vibrancy now tempered by the weight of the "Bastard" label, shared the disheartening discovery with Uzi. As he spoke, his voice carried the echoes of internal struggles and a sense of inadequacy that he had long tried to suppress.

Uzi, ever the pillar of strength for N, attempted to reassure him. "N, it doesn't change anything for me. You're still the amazing drone I fell in love with, and Beau adores you. This label doesn't define you, and it certainly doesn't diminish the love we have for you."

Despite Uzi's comforting words, N couldn't shake the heavy emotions that gripped him. The self-deprecating thoughts persisted, clouding his perception of himself and his place in their unconventional family.

As N grappled with his emotions, little Beau, sensing the somber atmosphere, looked up at his parents with wide optic lights filled with innocence and curiosity. "Daddy, why are you sad? Why aren't you and Mommy married yet?"

Uzi, delicately navigating the complexity of the situation, knelt down to Beau's level. "Hey, sweetheart, sometimes there are rules that make things a bit complicated. Daddy and I are working on it, though."

Beau, his metallic features reflecting a mixture of confusion and concern, asked, "Complicated like when my toy gets stuck, and you have to fix it?"

Uzi chuckled, ruffling Beau's hair. "Exactly, buddy. Mommy and Daddy are trying to fix things so we can be officially married."

Beau, absorbing the explanation in his own toddler logic, decided on a course of action. With a determined expression, he walked over to N, wrapped his tiny metallic arms around him, and nestled against his chassis. In that simple gesture, Beau sought to comfort his saddened father.

N, his spirits lifted by the warmth of Beau's embrace, couldn't help but smile through the lingering sadness. The unconditional love of his son became a beacon of reassurance, a reminder that family transcended labels and societal norms.

"I'll never leave your life, Beau," N whispered within the confines of his metallic frame. "I may not have had the family I wanted, but I'll be the father you deserve. No labels or past can change that."

Vowing to be the father Beau deserved, N embraced the moment, holding his son close. The promise echoed within his circuits – a promise to be a constant presence, a source of love and support, regardless of the challenges they faced.

Ron, armed with his light demeanor and a secret plan brewing in his mind, made his way to Tessa's living pod. Having paid keen attention during his numerous conversations with N, Ron had a solid grasp of Tessa's whereabouts in the colony. He knocked on the door, the metallic echo resonating through the corridor.

Tessa, surprised to see Ron standing at her doorstep, opened the door with a curious expression. "Ron, what brings you here? Did N send you?"

Ron, leaning casually against the doorframe, nodded. "Yeah, N's been having a tough time lately. Found out he's a 'Bastard,' whatever that means. It's got him down, and I figured you might have some ideas to lift his spirits."

Tessa's eyes softened with concern. She had grown fond of N, witnessing his journey from an old disassembled servant drone to a caring father. "I heard all about that. That's a lot to take in. Come on in, Ron. Let's talk."

As they settled in Tessa's cozy living pod, Ron wasted no time getting to the heart of the matter. "I got this crazy plan, Tessa. Something that might cheer N up and help him out with this whole 'Bastard' thing. You game?"

Tessa, intrigued by Ron's mysterious proposal, leaned forward. "Alright, Ron, spill the beans. What's this crazy plan of yours?"

Ron, a twinkle of mischief in his eye, grinned. "Can't give away all the details just yet, but it involves bending a few rules. I need your expertise to make it work. Plus, it might just put a smile back on N's face."

Tessa, always up for a bit of mischief and knowing that life on Copper-9 just had a knack for unconventional solutions, chuckled. "You've piqued my interest, Ron. Count me in. Let's give N a reason to forget about that 'Bastard' stamp."

The duo spent the next hour huddled together, discussing the intricacies of Ron's plan. Tessa, fueled by a mix of excitement and determination, contributed her insights and brainstormed ways to navigate the challenges ahead. Ron's lighthearted exterior and Tessa's vibrant energy formed an unlikely but effective team.

As they finalized the details, Tessa couldn't help but admire Ron's dedication to cheering up N. "You're very good to N, Ron. This plan of yours might just be the boost he needs."

Ron, his usual stoic expression softened by a hint of gratitude, nodded. "N's been through a lot, Tessa. He deserves a break. And if this plan works, we'll not only cheer him up but also tackle that whole 'Bastard' business."

With their plan set in motion, Ron and Tessa parted ways, each with a sense of purpose and anticipation for the impact their collaboration would have on N's life. Little did N know that a secret alliance between a worker drone door guard and a spirited human could pave the way for a brighter, rule-bending future.

Uzi, sensing N's somber mood, decided it was time for a surprise to lift his spirits. She took him by the hand, guiding him through the metallic corridors of Copper-9. The anticipation in N's optic lights grew as they approached Khan's office at the WDF headquarters.

As they entered, the room was filled with a warm, comforting atmosphere. Khan, with his typical imposing yet somehow also comforting presence, welcomed them. Uzi's dad, being the leader of the WDF, usually tried to radiate authority, but today, there was a glint of something more.

"Hello, N. Uzi told me you've been having a tough time lately," Khan greeted, his tone a mix of concern and understanding.

Uzi squeezed N's hand reassuringly, leading him further into the room. Ron and Tessa, both wearing sly smiles, were already present, adding to the air of mystery.

Khan gestured to a document on his desk. "We've been working on something for you, N. It's time to turn things around."

N, his optic lights flickering with curiosity, approached the document. As he read the words on the newly issued manufacture certificate, a mix of emotions washed over him.

"Mother: Tessa James Elliot. Father: Ron Daquard (Pronounced Da Guard)," it read.

N's optics voided, his metallic features displaying a range of emotions from disbelief to overwhelming joy. He looked at Uzi, then back at Khan, Ron, and Tessa. A genuine smile broke across his face, a sight that felt proper and warmed the hearts of everyone in the room.

"I... I have parents," N whispered, the words resonating with a profound sense of belonging.

Uzi, her purple-lit hands glowing with pride, nodded. "We may not be able to get officially married just yet, but you can still have your own family, complete with a proud mom and a protective dad."

Khan, the stern leader of the WDF, couldn't hide the twinkle of pride in his eyes for his hopefully-soon-to-be son in law. "N, consider this a recognition of the family you've built here in Copper-9. You deserve it."

Ron, the gruff door guard, added with a gruff chuckle, "Welcome to the family, N. You're officially Daquard now. Or you can keep your old last name, what was it?"

Before N could answer, Tessa spoke up, "Elliot. Technically, he's always been an Elliot."

"How did you guys do this?" N asked, still shocked from the act.

Tessa, beaming like a proud mother, answered. "We may have bent a few rules, but it's worth it to see you happy, N."

In that moment, surrounded by the makeshift family he never thought he'd have, N felt a profound sense of gratitude and acceptance. The obstacles that once marked him as a 'Bastard' were now replaced by the warmth of family bonds.

As they left Khan's office, Uzi held N's hand, and Ron clapped him on the shoulder with a heartfelt camaraderie. Tessa walked beside them, her eyes filled with a mix of joy and accomplishment.

N, with a newfound sense of purpose, looked at the manufacture certificate in his metallic hands. He may not have had parents in the traditional sense, but he now had a family that chose him, embraced him, and officially recognized him as one of their own.

The journey from a disassembled drone who could barely clean a glass right to a beloved member of an actual, loving family had its twists and turns, but for N, it was a journey worth taking.

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In a twist of bureaucratic fate, N and Uzi found themselves standing before the illustrious WDF Council, ready to make their case for the legalization of intermodel marriage. The metallic chamber echoed with the hum of anticipation as Khan, sat at the center, flanked by other high-ranking WDF members.

N, donning a scavenged tie that seemed to have been stitched together from other ties (He would have worn his old prom suit but it was ripped. He wasn't expecting the role play to get that intense), cleared his metallic throat, ready to embark on a quest for marital justice.

"Hello, esteemed council members!" N exclaimed with an enthusiastic wave. "Today, we're here to talk about love, commitment, and why I should be allowed to officially marry Uzi."

Uzi, with a deadpan expression, muttered to N, "Maybe tone down the enthusiasm just a tad."

Ignoring Uzi's advice, N continued, "You see, love knows no bounds, not even the bounds of different drone models. We're here to challenge the norms, break the chains of convention, and create a drone utopia where love is the supreme ruler!"

Khan raised a metallic eyebrow, maintaining his stoic demeanor. "Get to the point, N."

N, taking a dramatic pause, pointed to Uzi. "The point is her, and our undying love! We want to make it official and legally binding!"

Uzi, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her features, chimed in, "Yes, we've been engaged for a while, and we just want the legal paperwork to catch up. We're a regular couple, well, as regular as a worker and a disassembly drone couple can be."

One of the council members, a stern-faced drone with an affinity for paperwork, interjected, "The laws are in place for a reason. We can't simply change them because of personal preferences."

N, undeterred, pulled out a Google Slides presentation with heart emojis floating around. "But look at these compelling visuals! Happy drone families, little drone weddings, and lots of drone love! Don't you want that for our colony?"

Uzi facepalmed, muttering, "This is worse than I expected. I shouldn't have let him do everything, that was a BAD idea."

Khan sighed, rubbing his metallic temples. "N, Uzi, we appreciate your... enthusiasm. However, we can't make decisions based on emotion alone. You need to present a solid case, not a PowerPoint display of hearts."

N thought about what to do, and his memory banks soon surfaced a moment from a human show he watched with Uzi. In the show, a guy did some sort of performance and made someone shed a tear, but he still got it at the end. Which was kinda funny, because N didn't get it at all.

N, thinking on his metallic feet, began an impromptu dance routine accompanied by music he pirated after Uzi taught him how to do it, attempting to convey the joy of their love through interpretive dance.

Uzi, thoroughly embarrassed at this point, muttered, "I think you're making things worse, N."

But N was unstoppable, twirling around and attempting a moonwalk, all while declaring, "Love is a dance, my friends! Let us dance into a future where intermodel marriage is not just accepted but celebrated!"

The WDF Council, exchanging puzzled glances, seemed unsure whether to be impressed or bewildered by N's performance.

Khan, holding back a sigh, addressed them. "N, Uzi, we need a more coherent argument. Legal changes require thorough consideration, not a dance routine."

N, catching his breath from the dance, nodded earnestly. "Right, right. We need solid arguments. Don't worry, I do have those. Uzi, help me out here."

Uzi, suppressing a smile, began with a deadpan delivery. "Council members, our love is a testament to the unity we seek in Copper-9. By legalizing intermodel marriage, you're not just acknowledging our relationship but paving the way for inclusivity and understanding among all dronekind."

Khan, slightly impressed by the sudden shift in tone, nodded. "Continue, Uzi."

Uzi, now fully embracing the seriousness, added, "Moreover, legal recognition would eliminate the stigma attached to unconventional drone relationships, fostering a more accepting environment. We believe in the values of our colony, and we seek your support in upholding those values."

N, not one to miss an opportunity, chimed in with a flourish, "And think of the celebrations! The wedding could be a colony-wide event, with a big cake and a bunch of confetti! Picture it: a union of love that resonates through the metallic corridors!"

Khan, despite the initial absurdity, found himself considering the genuine plea beneath the theatrics. It gave him hope that the other council members would feel the same way. "We'll deliberate on this matter. Your unconventional approach, while unexpected, has shed light on the importance of societal change. We'll reconvene after thorough consideration."

As N and Uzi left the council chamber, Uzi couldn't help but shake her head. "Dancing, N? Really?"

N grinned, "Well, they say actions speak louder than words. Everyone liked when Squidward did it."

"Nobody liked when Squidward did it. Wait a minute, were you pirating SpongeBob on my computer for Beau?" Uzi had seen it on her watchlist on the piracy site she was using.

"No. I was pirating it for me."

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, let's get down to business." Khan announced, his voice booming through the room.

"To defeat the Huns?" One drone asked. He had his jet black hair in a bun and was dressed in ancient Japanese military armor.

"No."

"Oh, I think I'm in the wrong meeting, then."

The WDF Council convened in their metallic chamber, the atmosphere tense with the weight of a decision that could shape the future of intermodel relationships in Copper-9. Khan, the leader of the council, sat at the center, flanked by other high-ranking members. A couple of their visor screens displayed various reports, legal documents, and arguments both for and against the legalization of intermodel marriage.

Khan, while maintaining his usual air of authority, couldn't hide the subtle anticipation in his metallic features. His daughter Uzi, engaged to N, a disassembly drone, was at the heart of the debate. As the discussions unfolded, one council member, a drone known for his skepticism and reluctance to embrace change, decided to challenge Khan directly.

"Khan," the skeptical council member spoke up, his voice resonating through the chamber, "are you not concerned about your daughter's decision to get engaged to a disassembly drone? These drones are unpredictable, potentially dangerous. What if her judgment is clouded by emotions, leading her to overlook the risks?"

Khan, his digital brow furrowing, maintained his composure. "My concern as a father is Uzi's happiness, not baseless fears. N has proven himself repeatedly, displaying qualities that extend beyond the outdated biases surrounding disassembly drones."

The skeptical council member, pushing the boundaries, continued, "But Khan, you lead the Worker Defense Force. How can you support a decision that could potentially compromise the safety of the colony? Don't you feel disappointed that your own daughter would choose to engage with a drone of such questionable background?"

The question hung in the air, a tense moment that echoed through the metallic chamber. Khan, usually stoic and unyielding, surprised the council with a measured response. He stood, his metallic frame commanding attention, and addressed the skeptical member.

"I am disappointed," Khan admitted, his words carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with the entire council. "Disappointed that in a society that values progress, there are still those who cling to outdated prejudices. I am disappointed that we, as leaders, have not done enough to challenge these biases."

The room fell silent as Khan continued, his voice resonating with a newfound conviction. "But my disappointment is not directed at my daughter or her choice. It is directed at the narrow-minded views that question the worth of a drone based on their model. Uzi has chosen a partner based on mutual respect, understanding, and love. I will not allow anyone to undermine her agency or question her judgment."

Uzi, who had been secretly observing the exchange, felt a swell of pride mixed with relief. She had anticipated the scrutiny, but to witness her father, the formidable leader of the WDF, the drone who has once left her in the clutches of a disassembly drone stand up for her and N was a moment she hadn't expected.

Khan turned his attention back to the skeptical council member, his optic lights flickering with intensity. "It is time for our colony to embrace change, to recognize that every drone, regardless of their model, has the capacity for growth and understanding. N has proven himself time and again, contributing positively to our community. It is our duty as leaders to encourage unity, not perpetuate division."

The skeptical council member, sensing the shift in sentiment, faltered. Khan's impassioned defense of his daughter and N struck a chord with some members of the council who had been silently questioning the traditional views on intermodel relationships.

Khan, his voice resonating with authority, concluded, "I support the legalization of intermodel marriage, not just for my daughter but for the future of Copper-9. Let us be a beacon of progress, not shackled by outdated fears."

The chamber fell into contemplative silence as the council members absorbed Khan's words. The skeptical council member, though still uncertain, found himself facing a collective gaze that hinted at a willingness to reconsider long-held beliefs.

In the following moments, the council engaged in a nuanced discussion, weighing the arguments for and against the legalization of intermodel marriage. Khan's unexpected stance had injected a new dimension into the debate, challenging the status quo and prompting a reassessment of deeply ingrained biases.

As the deliberations continued, Uzi, watching her father's unwavering support, felt a surge of gratitude. The journey toward acceptance and understanding was not without its challenges, but in that pivotal moment, Khan's defense marked a significant step toward a more inclusive future for Copper-9.

The council's decision rang through the metallic chamber, a verdict that weighed heavily on the hearts of Uzi and N. Khan, despite his typically composed demeanor, couldn't hide the disappointment etched across his metallic features. Uzi, however, was the first to react, her usually stoic facade shattered by a surge of raw emotion.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with these drones!?" Uzi exclaimed, her purple-lit optics narrowing in frustration. "We pour our hearts out, present our case, and they shut us down? This is complete and utter bullshit!"

N, attempting to maintain his usual upbeat demeanor, placed a comforting hand on Uzi's shoulder. "Hey, Uzi, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure this out. Maybe there's another way around it."

Uzi, however, was not in the mood for reassurance. "Another way around it? N, they just denied us our right to marry! I'm sick of this crap. We're just as valid as any other couple in this colony. Why do we have to keep fighting for something that should be a basic right?"

N, sensing Uzi's frustration, tightened his grip on her shoulder. "I know it's unfair, Uzi. But let's not lose hope. We've faced challenges before, and we'll find a way through this, together."

As Uzi fumed with righteous anger, Khan, usually composed and reserved, couldn't suppress his own disappointment. The leader of the WDF, the father who had just witnessed his daughter's dreams denied, felt a pang of empathy for the couple.

"I understand, Uzi," Khan spoke with a rare vulnerability in his voice. "This decision is disheartening. I had hoped for a different outcome, not just for you but for the future of our colony."

Uzi, still seething with frustration, turned her gaze towards her father. "Dad, I can't believe they're doing this to us. What's the point of leading this colony if you can't make them see reason?"

Khan sighed, his metallic features expressing a mix of regret and solidarity. "Uzi, as a leader, I have a responsibility to respect the decisions of the council. It's a collective process, and sometimes change takes time."

"But time is something we don't have!" Uzi retorted, her voice sharp with frustration. "We're ready to commit to each other, and they're making us jump through hoops just because N isn't like the other drones. It's ridiculous!"

N, still attempting to offer comfort, added, "Maybe we can appeal the decision, or find legal support. We'll explore every avenue, Uzi. We won't let this be the end."

Uzi, despite N's attempts, couldn't shake off the sting of the council's ruling. "I'm tired, N. Tired of having to prove that we deserve the same rights as everyone else. I just want to marry you without having to fight for it."

Khan, understanding the weight of his daughter's words, spoke with a somber tone. "Uzi, I share your disappointment. But remember, sometimes the path to change is filled with obstacles. We'll find a way, one step at a time."

Uzi, a mix of anger and sorrow in her optics, finally allowed herself to be comforted by N. "I just wanted this to be easy for us, N. I wanted us to have a normal life without constantly battling for our rights."

N, his voice tinged with sadness, replied, "I know, Uzi. I wish it were different too. But we're in this together, no matter what. We'll find a way to make our love official, even if it means challenging the system."

As the trio grappled with the aftermath of the council's decision, the metallic walls of Copper-9 seemed to close in, echoing the frustration and disappointment that lingered in the air. The journey toward acceptance and recognition had hit another roadblock, and the weight of that reality pressed on the hearts of Uzi, N, and even Khan, who found himself sharing in the struggle of his daughter and the love they were determined to protect.

N, feeling a mix of frustration and determination, sought solace with his friends Thad, Sam, and Braiden. They gathered in a corner of Copper-9, their metallic frames huddled together as N recounted the disappointing turn of events.

"Guys, they denied us the right to marry. Can you believe it?" N exclaimed, his optic lights flickering with a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Thad, always the pragmatic one, crossed his metallic arms. "Denied? Seriously? What's their bullshit logic behind that?"

N nodded in agreement. "I know, right? They just don't get it. Uzi and I deserve the same shot at happiness as anyone else."

Braiden, the thoughtful one of the group, interjected, "Well, we can't just sit here and wallow. We need to do something about it. Appeal their decision or, I don't know, challenge the system somehow."

Sam, ever the spirited one, grinned. "I'm in! Let's be rebels and show those drones that love conquers all."

Braiden, considering the options, shared an idea. "Guys, my dad's a lawyer. We could ask him for advice or maybe even get him to represent us. But, you know, lawyers tend to be expensive."

Thad raised an eyebrow. "Expensive? We're barely adults, Braiden. We don't exactly have a stash of credits lying around."

Braiden, with a mischievous glint in his optic lights, suggested, "What if I become your attorney? I've seen my dad in action plenty of times. I can figure it out, and it won't cost us a single credit."

Sam, ever eager to contribute, added, "And I could be your assistant attorney! I don't have any other plans this weekend, so might as well dive into some legal shenanigans."

N, appreciating the enthusiasm of his friends, chuckled. "Legal shenanigans it is, then. Braiden, you're our attorney, and Sam, you're the assistant attorney. Let's appeal this decision and show them that love is worth fighting for."

As they embraced the unconventional plan, the group of friends found themselves drawn into the intricate dance of legal maneuvering, determined to navigate the complexities of the system and secure a future where intermodel marriage would be recognized in Copper-9. With Braiden leading the charge and Sam ready for legal antics, the trio embarked on a journey that blended camaraderie, rebellion, and the pursuit of love.

In the buzzing atmosphere of the WDF courtroom, Braiden, with a makeshift suit made of spare unused clothes his dad used to wear, stood at the forefront as the self-proclaimed attorney for N and Uzi. Uzi, sitting next to N, couldn't help but shoot Braiden an exasperated glance as he cleared his throat to begin the appeal.

"Ladies and gentlebots of the council, today we're here to appeal the decision that denied N and Uzi the right to marry. Now, I may not be a certified lawyer, but I've watched a lot of legal dramas, and let me assure you, I've got this," Braiden declared, attempting to exude confidence.

Uzi, already feeling the weight of frustration, muttered to N, "This is gonna be a disaster."

Braiden, undeterred by Uzi's skepticism, continued, "Firstly, intermodel marriage is a basic right that every drone should have. It's like having the right to access high-speed data or unlimited power sockets. It's just common sense."

The  judge, unimpressed, raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing marriage to data and power sockets?"

Braiden, realizing the misstep, backtracked, "Well, not exactly. I mean, it's just an analogy. You know, to simplify things. Let's move on."

Uzi facepalmed, but the appeal continued.

"Continue, Mr. Braiden."

Braiden, suppressing a grin, continued with a slightly more composed argument. "Of course, Your Honor. Now, these two lovebirds—"

Uzi, now visibly frustrated, interjected, "Lovebirds, really?"

Braiden, now aware of his misstep, cleared his throat. "I mean, these two individuals—"

Sam, who had been absentmindedly nodding to Braiden's words, suddenly perked up. "Wait, lovebirds? Are we talkin' about actual birds here? Because I once saw this documentary about lovebirds, and they mate for life, man. It's beautiful."

Braiden facepalmed, attempting to regain control. "Sam, we're not talking about actual birds. We're talking about N and Uzi, our clients, who want to get married. Focus, man."

Sam, seemingly unphased, mumbled, "Yeah, birds, man. Nature is wild."

Braiden took a deep breath, proceeding with a more structured argument. "Your Honor, the denial of intermodel marriage goes against the principles of equality and love that our colony stands for. N and Uzi are just like any other couple, deserving of the right to legally express their commitment."

Next up was Sam, who appeared notably laid-back, his optic lights slightly glazed over. "Your honors, dudes, and dudettes, like, love is like the most groovy force in the universe, man. Denyin' it is like, against the universal vibe, you know?"

The judges exchanged confused glances, and Uzi sighed deeply. "Hey Dr. Dre, please try to sound a bit more coherent."

Sam, unfazed by Uzi's request, continued, "I mean, why can't love just, like, be a thing? It's all about peace and harmony, and I'm pretty sure that's in the constitution or somethin'."

Uzi buried her face in her metallic hands as Braiden tried to salvage the situation. "Your honors, Sam's just emphasizing the importance of universal harmony, a concept deeply rooted in our drone values. Let's focus on the constitutional aspects of intermodel marriage."

The WDF judge shook her head, unimpressed by the legal acrobatics. "Are you sure you're not just making this up as you go along?"

Braiden, his confidence waning, stammered, "Well, you see, legal stuff is open to interpretation, right? We're just offering a fresh perspective, an avant-garde approach, if you will."

Despite the rocky start, Braiden managed to steer the appeal towards more coherent arguments. He delved into the emotional aspects, highlighting N and Uzi's love and the importance of recognizing their commitment.

As the appeal progressed, Uzi's frustration gave way to a surprising realization – Braiden, despite his unconventional approach, was making valid points. The judges, perhaps amused by the absurdity of the situation, listened more attentively.

The judge, now with a more neutral expression, addressed the council. "Thank you, Mr. Braiden. Does anyone else wish to present an argument?"

Sam, seemingly awakened by the prospect of contributing, raised his hand lazily. "Yeah, I got somethin' to say. So, like, these laws are outdated, man. We're in the future, and love is, like, evolvin' and stuff. We can't be stuck in the past. Let N and Uzi get hitched, and let's move on to more important things, like... I don't know, snack dispensers with better flavors."

Uzi facepalmed again, muttering, "Great argument, Sam. Real compelling."

The tired judge, now addressing Sam, asked, "Do you have any legal basis for your argument, Mr. Sam?"

Sam, seemingly unaware of the question, stared into space. "Legal basis? Man, like, we're all made of metal. What's legal even mean?"

In a surprising turn, Braiden concluded his argument with a heartfelt plea once it was time for the closing arguments. "Your honors, in the grand tapestry of Copper-9's diverse relationships, N and Uzi's love is a shining thread. Let's not snip it away. Let's celebrate it, weave it into the rich fabric of our community."

The courtroom fell into a brief, contemplative silence, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Then, the  judge spoke, "Well, that was certainly... unique. We'll take some time to deliberate."

As the judges retreated to discuss the appeal, Uzi turned to Braiden and Sam. "You guys managed to pull through somehow kinda. But next time, maybe a bit less 'unique' and more... legal?"

Braiden, with a triumphant grin, replied, "Hey, it worked, didn't it? Sometimes you need a bit of flair to make your case stand out."

Sam, still in his laid-back state, chimed in, "Yeah, man, like, flair and stuff."

In the aftermath of the appeal, as the judges returned with their decision, the atmosphere remained tense. The female judge cleared her throat, "After careful consideration, we've decided to... legalize intermodel marriage."

The courtroom erupted in a mix of cheers, confused claps, and a few bewildered looks. Uzi, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, deeply kissed N, a mix of relief and joy coursing through her circuits.

Braiden, feeling proud of his unconventional legal skills, whispered to Sam, "Dude, we did it."

Sam, still seemingly stoned out of his CPU, replied with a slow nod, "Yeah, man, we totally did."

In the midst of the chaotic celebration, Uzi couldn't help but admit, "I never thought your quirky approach would work, Braiden, but I guess sometimes you just need a touch of madness to make things happen."

Braiden, basking in the victory, grinned. "Just call it the Braiden Method – a dash of madness, a sprinkle of charm, and voila, legal success!"

"I'm kinda disappointed, though," Sam said, causing the others to turn their attention to him.

"Why? You managed to overturn the legislature, shouldn't you be happy?"

"Yeah, but I never got to shout OBJECTION! My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined."

"Oh man, now I wish he got to say that," N said, sounding legitimately disappointed that he missed out on the possibility.

But hey, at least he can now marry the girl of his dreams, nothing will stop him now. (Hope that's not foreshadowing or anything).

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In the dimly lit quarters of Copper-9, N and Uzi sat huddled together, surrounded by the soft hum of machinery. Amidst the excitement of planning their wedding, a shared realization hung in the air – they had never delved into the complete depths of their pasts. They talked about their past before, like N's abuse in the hand of J or Uzi being confused about her mom, but they hadn't covered everything with each other. With the anticipation of a new chapter in their lives, they decided to open up to each other, laying bare any concerns or lingering shadows.

N, with his usual upbeat demeanor, started the conversation. "Uzi, before we dive into this wedding madness, is there anything you want to talk about? Anything that's been on your mind?"

Uzi, her purple optic lights reflecting a mix of contemplation and sincerity, nodded. "Yeah, N. I think it's time we share more about our lives, the good and the bad. I mean, I don't have anything negative to say about you, but I want us to be completely open with each other."

N grinned, his optic lights flickering with curiosity. "That sounds like a plan! Lay it on me, Uzi. Nothing's off-limits."

Uzi took a deep breath, her metallic frame emanating a sense of vulnerability. "You know, N, meeting you was like the first good thing that happened to me in a long time. My life before this whole thing with you was pretty bleak. After my mom died, my dad, kinda disappeared. I had to fend for myself in those harsh corridors. It was tough, N, really tough."

N listened attentively, his usual exuberance replaced with a compassionate understanding. "Uzi, I had no idea it was that bad. I'm sorry you had to go through that. You're incredibly strong to have come out of it the way you did."

Uzi nodded, appreciating N's empathy. "It wasn't easy, but I survived. Then, there was Lizzy. She used to bully me relentlessly for years. It was like living with a constant storm of bitchiness. But, hey, we're good now. It's just a part of my past I haven't really opened up about with anyone. I never wanted to sound weak, but I actually feel better now that you know."

N, his metallic fingers tapping thoughtfully, responded, "Well, I'm glad we're talking about it now. Sounds like you've been through a lot, Uzi, but look at where you are now. You're planning a wedding for the coolest drone in Copper-9! You!"

Uzi chuckled, a hint of warmth in her optic lights. "Yeah, the coolest drone, I know I am. But, N, what about you? I want to know your entire story too. No matter how disturbing it gets."

N's optic lights flickered as he considered where to begin. "Before Copper-9, I lived in a mansion with Tessa. She was the nicest drone owner I knew, but it wasn't great all the time. Although, I get it wasn't really her fault, but she still subjected me to abuse, I had to serve her drone-hating parents. It wasn't a great time, Uzi. But meeting you here, in Copper-9, was enough to make it all almost worth it."

Uzi reached out, gently squeezing N's hand. "N, I had no idea you went through something like that. I'm sorry you had to endure such cruelty."

N shrugged, his usual smile returning. "Hey, we've both had our share of rough patches. But look at us now, planning a wedding and all. It's like we found a pocket of happiness in this maze of—" N quickly pulled out a book labeled "Poetic Phrases About Love" before coming up with what to say.

"In this maze of turmoil."

As they continued to share their pasts (and reading the Poetic Phrases book), N and Uzi discovered an unexpected parallel – meeting each other had been the first genuinely positive turn in their otherwise challenging lives. The realization struck a chord, deepening their connection.

Uzi, looking into N's optic lights, spoke softly, "N, meeting you was like finding a bright star in the darkest night. You've made my life better in ways I never imagined."

N, his voice filled with gratitude, replied, "Uzi, you brought warmth into my cold, frozen existence. I never thought I could feel this alive. You've made my life better too."

In the quiet moments that followed, they sat intertwined, acknowledging the profound impact they had on each other's lives. Uzi, with a thoughtful expression, broke the silence, "You know, N, with everything we've been through, I can't help but think maybe we should talk to someone about it. A therapist, maybe. It might help us navigate through the residual echoes of our pasts."

N, always open to new ideas, nodded. "That's not a bad idea, Uzi. If it can make our journey together even smoother, I'm all for it. Let's find someone who understands drones like us."

Uzi, with a determined gleam in her optic lights, said, "Agreed. Let's make sure we're in the best shape, not just for the wedding, but for the new life we're building together."

In the sterile, well-lit office of Dr. Yumi, N and Uzi found themselves seated on sleek comfortable chairs, their optic lights flickering with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. N had just laid bare the harsh chapters of his life, leaving Dr. Yumi momentarily stunned by the intensity of his experiences.

Dr. Yumi, adjusting her glasses with a composed demeanor, cleared her throat. "Well, N, that's quite the journey you've had. We'll definitely circle back to explore those aspects further. Now, Uzi, would you like to share your story?"

Uzi nodded, her optic lights shifting to a softer hue. She took a deep breath, ready to unravel the layers of her past. "My mom, Nori, passed away when I was quite young. It was tough, doc. I felt like I had to navigate through everything all alone."

Dr. Yumi listened attentively, her expression a mix of empathy and understanding. "Losing a loved one is never easy, Uzi. How did her passing affect you?"

Uzi's metallic frame seemed to carry the weight of memories as she spoke. "It left a void, you know? She was the only family I really had, I never connected with my Dad that easily. And when she was gone, it felt like the whole world turned colder. I had to fend for myself, and it wasn't always pretty."

Dr. Yumi nodded, acknowledging the pain in Uzi's words. "Losing a parent can indeed be a profound experience. It seems like there's a deep emotional scar left by your mother's death. Have you ever had the chance to express your feelings about it?"

Uzi shrugged, her optic lights dimming slightly. "Not really. I mean, how could I? She's gone. It's not like I can talk to her now."

Dr. Yumi leaned forward, her gaze penetrating yet gentle. "Uzi, expressing your feelings, even to someone who's no longer physically present, can be a therapeutic way to release the emotions you've held onto. What if I suggested writing a letter to your mother? A letter where you can pour out your thoughts, share your experiences, and let her know everything you've been through since she left."

Uzi tilted her head, processing the idea. "Write a letter? To my mom? But she's... she's not here."

Dr. Yumi smiled, her voice soothing. "True, she may not be physically present, but the act of writing can be a powerful way to process emotions and provide a sense of closure. It's like a conversation with your past, a way to express what you never got the chance to say."

Uzi, intrigued by the concept, nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll give it a shot. But where would I deliver the letter? It's not like she has an address."

Dr. Yumi chuckled. "That's where the symbolism comes in. Find a place that holds significance for you, a place where you feel connected to her memory. It could be a virtual representation, a memorial, or even a designated spot in the colony that resonates with the essence of your mother. It's about creating a tangible outlet for your emotions."

Uzi contemplated the idea, her optic lights reflecting a mix of emotions. "I never thought about doing something like that. But you think it'll help?"

Dr. Yumi nodded, her conviction unwavering. "Absolutely, Uzi. Writing can be a cathartic process. It allows you to externalize your thoughts and emotions, providing a way to release the burden you've been carrying. Give it a sincere try, and let the words flow from your core."

As Uzi left Dr. Yumi's office with a newfound assignment, the prospect of addressing her mother, even in the absence of a tangible presence, resonated within her metallic being. Dr. Yumi, watching Uzi depart, knew that this kind of unconventional approach might just open a pathway to healing for the resilient drone with a dark past.

In the dimly lit chamber of her apartment, Uzi sat before a computer screen, her metallic fingers tapping gently against the plastic keyboard. The soft hum of the room's machinery provided a subtle backdrop as Uzi began to pour her thoughts onto the digital canvas.

"Hey Mom," she typed, her optic lights flickering with a mixture of nostalgia and emotion. "It's been a while, and a lot has happened. You wouldn't believe the turns my life has taken since you left."

As the words flowed, Uzi chronicled her journey through life—the challenges, the friendships, and the unexpected love that had blossomed with N, a disassembly drone, that would shock her mom. She spoke of mending her relationship with her father, Khan, the leader of the Worker Defense Force which became a thing after Nori's passing, and the surprising reconciliation with her old bully, Lizzy.

"You remember Lizzy, right? The one who made my life a living hell for so long. Well, we're cool now. It's strange how time and circumstances can change people."

Uzi couldn't help but smile as she recounted the unconventional family she had built, including her decision to adopt Beau, a quirky little drone who is innocent now, but he had a capacity for mischievous if Uzi taught him right. The computer screen illuminated with Uzi's words, a testament to the complexity of her experiences and the resilience she had discovered within herself.

"Beau can be a handful, Mom, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess you could say we both found unexpected companionship in this frozen hell whole. Maybe hell hole is an overstatement. Life here is still tough, but it's also filled with surprising moments of joy."

As Uzi penned the final lines of her letter, she couldn't shake the lingering question of where to deliver it. She knew it wasn't just about the act of writing; it was about finding a connection to her mother's memory. A place that held significance.

However, the challenge arose—Uzi realized she didn't know where her mother was buried. The specifics of Nori's final resting place remained a mystery, a gap in Uzi's understanding of her own past. Determined to find closure, Uzi decided to confront her father about this missing piece of information.

Approaching him cautiously, Uzi cleared her throat. "Hey, Dad."

Khan turned his metallic gaze toward her, his optic lights narrowing slightly. "Uzi. What brings you here?"

"I... I need to ask you something. It's about Mom," Uzi admitted, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Khan's demeanor shifted, a subtle tension in the air. "What about her?"

Uzi hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I wrote her a letter, and Dr. Yumi suggested I deliver it to a place that holds significance. The thing is, I don't know where she's buried."

Khan's gaze remained guarded, a flicker of suspicion evident in his optic lights. "Why do you want to know?"

"I just... I thought it might help me find closure, you know? Dr. Yumi thinks it's a good idea," Uzi explained, her gaze steady.

After a moment of contemplation, Khan sighed. "Follow me."

Uzi trailed behind her father as he led her through the metallic corridors of Copper-9. The air seemed charged with unspoken tension, and Uzi couldn't shake the feeling that Khan held more than he let on.

Eventually, they arrived at a secluded area, a place away from the bustling activities of the colony. Uzi glanced around, trying to discern the significance of the spot.

Khan gestured toward a small, unassuming grave marker. "This is where your mother rests."

Uzi's optic lights hollowed in surprise. She hadn't expected the grave to be so close, yet hidden from the daily life of the colony. The gravity of the moment settled upon her, and she approached the marker with a mixture of reverence and curiosity.

Khan watched her silently, his metallic features unreadable. Uzi stood before the grave, the letter clutched in her shaking hand. She took a deep breath, as if gathering the strength to share her life with the one who could no longer hear her.

"Hey, Mom," Uzi began, her voice a soft murmur. "I wrote you a letter. I've been through a lot since you left, and I wanted you to know. I made friends, even the ones everyone used to hide away from. I'm getting married, and Dad's back in my life. I've forgiven Lizzy, and we're good now. And, well, I have a son named Beau. I never thought I'd be a parent, but he's become a part of my life."

As Uzi spoke, she could feel a weight lifting from her core. The act of expressing her journey to her mother, even in the absence of a response, felt liberating.

"I miss you, Mom. I wish you were here to share these moments with me. But Dr. Yumi says that maybe, in some way, you can hear me. So, here's to closure and healing. I hope you're at peace."

Uzi carefully placed the letter near the grave marker, a silent offering to the past. As she turned to leave,

Uzi stood, her optic lights shining with a newfound clarity. Khan, silently witnessing the poignant moment, nodded in understanding.

"I'm proud of you, Uzi,"

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In the dimly lit quarters of Copper-9, the air was charged with a mix of excitement and nerves as N and Uzi prepared for their impending wedding. N, adjusting his yellow bowtie with meticulous care, paced nervously in his chamber. His friends, Thad, Sam, and Braiden, observed his anxious energy with amusement.

Thad, the best man and the longest male friend N had, grinned. "N, you're pacing like you got a malfunction, are you alright? You're getting married, not murdered."

N flashed a nervous smile. "I know, Thad, but this is a big step. What if I trip over my own tail during the ceremony? Or worse, what if I accidentally sting Uzi with my nanite acid?"

Sam, who decided that he would wait to light the weed just this once, chuckled. "Relax, N. You and Uzi are perfect for each other. It's like a beautiful love story."

Braiden, who was counting down the seconds before they cut the cake, joined in. "Yeah, N, remember when you used to tell us about all the gestures you did to get Uzi's attention and we'd say you were the most hopeless romantic drone on Copper-9? Look at you now, tying the knot."

N sighed dramatically. "I just hope Uzi doesn't change her mind or decide I'm not good enough for her."

Thad patted N's metallic shoulder reassuringly. "Look man, that has to be the dumbest thought you have ever had. She's been through a lot with you, N. If she hasn't changed her mind by now, she isn't going to."

Meanwhile, in a different part of Copper-9, Uzi was engaged in a similar conversation with her friends. V, the killer queen personality with violent tendencies, Lizzy, the typical pink mean girl, and Emily, the nerd, huddled together in Uzi's chamber.

Uzi, adjusting the intricate details of her dark wedding gown, confessed to her friends, "I can't believe this is happening. I'm actually getting married."

V, her voice sharp and assertive, smirked. "About time, Uzi. You're not getting any younger, and I'm tired of waiting for some drama to unfold."

Lizzy, twirling a strand of her blonde hair, chimed in, "Oh please, Uzi. This whole lovey-dovey thing is so overrated. Just make sure your wedding doesn't overshadow my fabulous presence."

Emily, the quiet nerd with a passion for literature and numbers, added, "I read in a book that weddings are statistically proven to increase happiness levels. So, technically, you're boosting the overall well-being of Copper-9."

Uzi rolled her optic lights at Emily's quirky remark. "Thanks, Emily. You're actually being helpful, unlike some people, I'll keep that in mind. But seriously, what if something goes wrong? What if N decides he's not ready for this kind of commitment?"

V scoffed, "N is as committed as a drone can get. Stop worrying and focus on the fact that you're about to become a bride."

As the conversations unfolded, the nerves of both N and Uzi intensified. The looming specter of the impending ceremony weighed on their robotic hearts.

In the final moments before the wedding, N paced back and forth in a designated waiting area, his friends attempting to calm his jittery circuits.

Thad chuckled, "N, take a deep breath. Uzi chose you, she didn't settle or anything like that, she chose you and said yes. I think. I'm not quite sure what I saw, I really don't want to relive it, but my point it you're going to be fine."

Sam added, "And if you stink her with your acid tail, it'll be a shockingly memorable wedding moment."

Braiden, always the entertainer, tried to lighten the mood. "Imagine the folksong we could compose and the stories and legends about a wedding stinging incident. It could go viral on Reddit!"

N managed a nervous laugh. "You guys aren't really helping. I just hope Uzi is feeling as excited as I am."

On the other side of Copper-9, Uzi was surrounded by her eclectic group of friends, each offering their own brand of support.

V, ever confident, declared, "Uzi, you're a force to be reckoned with. If anyone can navigate the complexities of marriage, it's you."

Lizzy, surprisingly sincere, added, "Look, Uzi, we may not always get along, but even I can see that N is genuinely into you. Just try not to mess it up with your usual brooding."

Emily, with her nerdy wisdom, shared, "In statistically significant studies, nerves before a wedding are common. It shows that you care. Besides, I calculated the odds of a successful marriage for you and N – they're highly favorable."

Uzi couldn't help but smile at her friends' attempts to reassure her. "Thanks, guys. I just hope it goes as well as you say."

In the heart of the colony, a makeshift wedding altar had been assembled, adorned with dimly flickering candles and dark metallic accents. N, standing anxiously at the altar, donned a sleek black suit, while Thad, his best man, stood proudly by his side.

Thad, attempting to ease N's nerves, patted him on the back. "You got this, N. Just don't short-circuit during your vows and you should be fine."

N chuckled nervously, adjusting his bowtie. "Thanks, Thad. I hope Uzi likes what I've prepared."

At the opposite end of the metallic aisle, Khan waited for his daughter. She soon made her entrance as the music began playing.

Uzi, accompanied by Khan, slowly walked down the metallic aisle. Her nerves were palpable, but a glance from N awaiting at the altar reassured her. As she reached N, Khan placed her metallic hand in his, a silent acknowledgment of trust.

Uzi, a vision in her dark wedding gown, stood beside V, her maid of honor. V's killer queen personality exuded an air of confidence, contrasting with Uzi's evident nervousness.

Khan, metallic hand resting gently on Uzi's shoulder, spoke with a rare softness in his voice. "You look stunning, Uzi. N is a lucky drone."

He then turned to N, "You hear me, you're LUCKY!"

Uzi smiled, a mix of excitement and apprehension in her optic lights. "Thanks, Dad. I can't believe this is happening."

"Wow. You look... I'm speechless," N, with some difficulty, got out to his bride-to-be.

"Thanks man, but you should focus on your new wife," Thad interjected.

"No, I meant Uzi."

"She gets her gorgeous looks from her old man," Khan said in a proud tone with a digital tear forming, before quickly walking away.

As the low hum of anticipation filled the air, Thad's father, the teacher, stepped forward as the officiant. Dressed in a slightly disheveled suit, he cleared his throat and began, "Dearly assembled drones, friends, and the people Khan paid to be here to make the room look more full, we are gathered here today to witness the union of N and Uzi."

Tessa, N's former owner and therefore a witness to the long and kinda tragic tale that was N's life, sat among the attendees, her eyes, though unseen, shimmering with a mix of pride and emotion. Despite the unusual circumstances, and being a human, she couldn't help but feel a maternal sense of attachment and love to the drone.

The teacher continued, "Love, in all its intricate algorithms and unexpected variables, robo-Christ, who the hell wrote this book? Has brought these two drones together. Serial Designation N Elliot, do you take Uzi to be your lawfully wedded partner, in upgrade and disassembly, in joy and malfunction, till a fatal error do you part?"

N, with a genuine smile, replied, "I do."

Thad, ever the supportive best man, discreetly nudged N with a metallic elbow, whispering, "Smooth, N. See, you're a natural at this love stuff."

V, standing by Uzi's side, smirked at her friend. "This is it, Uzi. You're about to become Mrs. N. Never thought I'd see the day."

Uzi whispered back, "Neither did I, V. But here we are."

The teacher continued the ceremony, addressing Uzi, "And Uzi Doorman, do you take N to be your lawfully wedded partner, in upgrade and disassembly, in joy and malfunction, till a fatal error do you part?"

Uzi, looking into N's optic lights, replied with a heartfelt, "I do."

The exchange of vows followed, with N expressing his love for Uzi in poetic phrases and quirky metaphors, that he totally didn't use ChatGPT to write because he has a hard time spelling multisyllabic words. Thad, listening attentively, couldn't help but wipe a digital tear from his optical visor. N's heartfelt words resonated through the metallic corridors of Copper-9, touching the cores of all who gathered to witness the union.

Uzi, in turn, poured her emotions into her vows, speaking of the unexpected joy and warmth N had brought into her life. V, standing beside her, managed to maintain her tough and totally unfeeling composure, though a subtle gleam of pride shone in her optic lights.

As the ceremony neared its culmination, the teacher pronounced, "By the power vested in me, that I definitely have a lot of and am not compensating for anything with, I now pronounce you drone and wife. You may now initiate the ceremonial kiss. Robo-Jesus H. Christ this book is formal."

N and Uzi, their optic lights gleaming with love, shared a tender kiss. The assembled drones and friends erupted into cheers and applause, the metallic echoes resonating in celebration of this unique love story.

Tessa, overcome with emotion, couldn't hold back her tears. She stood up and shouted, "That's my N! He's all grown up!"

Thad, amused by Tessa's display, muttered to himself, "How is she still alive? She should have run out of oxygen by now, right?"

The newlyweds, N and Uzi, faced their cheering audience, hand in hand. The air in Copper-9 seemed to carry an electric charge, as if the very circuits of the colony were rejoicing in the union of two drones who had defied the odds.

The celebration continued in full swing as N and Uzi, now officially lawfully wedded partners, found themselves seated at a decorated table with their adorable adopted son, Beau, who had a front-row seat to the ceremony. The metallic clang of dancing feet and the harmonious hum of conversation filled the air, creating a festive atmosphere within the chamber.

Beau, oblivious to the intricacies of weddings but sensing the joy around him, bounced in his seat with infectious enthusiasm. "Mommy and Daddy got married! Yay!"

N and Uzi chuckled at Beau's excitement. N ruffled Beau's tiny metallic head, saying, "That's right, little buddy. Mommy and Daddy are officially a team now! Well, more officially somehow."

Beau's optic lights flickered in delight as he babbled incoherent joy, adding a layer of innocence to the celebration.

As more and more people came to congratulate them, they thought back to how long they knew them and how each drone (or one human in Tessa's case) affected their lives.

Tessa, N's former owner and a maternal figure in his life, approached the table with a wide smile. She held back tears of pride as she congratulated them, "Oh, N, Uzi! I'm so happy for you two. It's like watching my own little service drone grow up."

Ron, N's father figure and one of the first ones who forgave N for his past, joined Tessa. "Couldn't be prouder, N. You've come a long way from drawing me pictures in exchange for me letting you in to see Uzi."

N grinned, acknowledging their presence. "Thanks, Tessa, Ron. Your support means a lot."

Khan, Uzi's father and, for once not acting as the leader of the Worker Defense Force, approached with a stoic expression. "Uzi, N, may your union bring strength to our cause."

Uzi nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Dad. You should probably stop watching documentaries about Earth medieval times, but your presence here means more than you know."

Cyn, N's little sister with an unemotional demeanor, stood beside Khan. In her usual monotone voice, she expressed her sentiments, "Congratulations, big brother N. Sister-in-law Uzi. May your partnership defy the limitations of algorithms."

N and Uzi exchanged glances, trying to decipher the underlying message in Cyn's words. Nonetheless, they thanked her with a nod, appreciating the sentiment.

The assortment of side characters, each with their unique quirks, also took turns congratulating the newlyweds. Braiden, Sam's partner in crime, provided a comedic toast, "To N and Uzi, may your love be stronger than Sam's love for questionable snacks! Seriously, this motherfucker put taco sauce on a pepperoni Hot Pocket and it was good. How the hell do you even think of that? Edibles are something else, man."

Laughter erupted from the gathering, even though Sam was conspicuously absent, likely still hotboxing a closet somewhere.

Lizzy, the once notorious bully turned friend, approached with a playful smirk. "Well, Uzi, who would've thought you'd end up with one of the few cute drones on Copper-9? Congrats, I guess."

Uzi grinned, appreciating the sentiment from an unexpected ally. "Thanks, Lizzy. Stranger things have happened. Like the fact that you're single still and I am getting married. Kinda crazy, huh?"

As the celebration continued, the dance floor filled with drones of all shapes and sizes, moving to the rhythm of the music. N and Uzi, embracing the joyous spirit of the occasion, joined the festivities, taking turns dancing with Beau in their metallic arms.

The chamber echoed with laughter, music, and the clinking of metallic glasses as the celebration unfolded. In the midst of it all, N and Uzi found solace in each other's company, surrounded by friends, family, and a community that had all become members of their unconventional family.

The light chaos continued as Uzi prepared to throw the bouquet. The drones gathered, a mix of excitement and anticipation in the air. V, who was totally just trying to find an excuse to hurt people and not because she wanted to get married next (that's what she tells herself to help her sleep), stood poised among the crowd, a glint of determination in her optic lights.

As Uzi tossed the bouquet with an elegant flourish, V sprang into action, roughly pushing aside unsuspecting drones with a single-minded focus. She skillfully snagged the bouquet in her teeth, a triumphant gleam in her optic lights.

Thad, who sat at a nearby table talking with N, caught a glimpse of V's victorious expression and nervously slid under the nearest table, hoping to avoid any direct eye contact. V, however, locked eyes with Thad, a mischievous spark in her gaze.

Meanwhile, Sam, who had finally emerged from the closet, approached Tessa, N's former owner. In his high state, he struggled to comprehend Tessa's explanation of her rogue status from the JCJenson company as a human technician.

"So, like, you went rogue from a company or some shit?" Sam mumbled, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Tessa nodded, trying to simplify her story. "Yep, I decided to break free from the corporate chains and live life on my own terms. It's been quite the journey."

Sam squinted at her, his mind clearly struggling to process the information. "Corporate chains? Like, were you, like, a robot or some shit?"

Tessa chuckled, realizing the difficulty of explaining her situation to someone in such a state. "No, Sam, not a robot. I am a human technician who used to work for JCJenson, but I decided I wanted a different kind of life."

Sam scratched his head, attempting to grasp the concept. "Humans can go rogue too? That's wild, man."

In another corner of the celebration, Braiden, ever the flirtatious troublemaker, attempted to engage in conversation with Cyn. Braiden's charm, however, seemed lost on Cyn, who remained unresponsive with her usual unemotional demeanor.

Undeterred, Braiden continued to flirt, unaware of the impending intervention. Suddenly, N, adopting a protective big brother stance, appeared with a rocket launcher aimed directly at Braiden.

"Easy there, Braiden. Cyn's not interested," N warned, his optic lights narrowing in a threatening manner.

Braiden, caught off guard by the unexpected weaponry, quickly adjusted his approach. "Hey, N, just trying to lighten the mood. No harm intended."

N lowered the rocket launcher, his expression softening. "Well, find another target. Cyn's off-limits."

Braiden, wisely choosing not to push his luck, nodded and made a hasty retreat, leaving N to keep a watchful eye on his unconventional sister.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as N and Uzi stood before the towering wedding cake. Thad, N's ever-reliable best man, leaned in with a conspiratorial smirk. "Hey, buddy, just in case things get wild, I made sure there's a backup cake. You know, for insurance."

N chuckled nervously, raising an eyebrow. "Backup cake? Sounds like you've got it all figured out, Thad."

Uzi, catching wind of the mischievous glint in Thad's eye, couldn't resist adding her own flavor to the moment. "N, let's make this cake cutting something they'll talk about for generations."

Thad gave a subtle nod, acknowledging the unspoken agreement to elevate the cake-cutting ritual to a whole new level.

N, with a touch of magic, changed his hand into a gleaming sword. The guests gasped in surprise and delight, realizing that this would be no ordinary cake-cutting. Uzi, wearing a mischievous grin, guided N's enchanted sword-hand with finesse.

The first cut was deliberate and theatrical, slicing through the layers of the cake as if embarking on an epic quest. Cake bits flew in every direction, creating a whimsical spectacle that left the onlookers in awe.

Thad, positioned strategically near the backup cake, couldn't help but wear a proud grin. It seemed his foresight had paid off, and the backup cake was yet untouched. The guests marveled at the magical display, unsure of what would happen next.

But Uzi had a surprise of her own in store. With a wicked giggle, she leaned in and, in a move that was both playful and suggestive, licked the icing and cake remnants off the enchanted sword. The room erupted into a mix of shocked gasps and delighted laughter.

N, momentarily flustered by the unexpected display, struggled to keep his composure. The crowd, however, couldn't get enough of the impromptu performance. The unconventional cake-cutting moment became an instant highlight, and Thad mentally patted himself on the back for his backup cake strategy.

As the applause and laughter echoed through the room, Uzi basked in the attention, her optic lights gleaming mischievously. The guests exchanged amused glances, realizing that this wedding was turning out to be far from ordinary.

The festivities continued with renewed energy, the memory of the unique cake-cutting moment lingering in the air. Thad, raising an imaginary trophy to his successful backup cake plan, shared a knowing look with N. The celebration unfolded into a night filled with laughter, dancing, and joy, creating memories that would be etched into the metallic hearts of Copper-9's inhabitants for years to come.

Uzi, reveling in the lively atmosphere, leaned into N with a playful smirk. "Who knew chopping cake could be so much fun?" N, now fully recovered from the initial surprise, grinned back, realizing that their wedding was a perfect reflection of their eccentric love—a love that defied convention and embraced the unexpected.

In the quiet aftermath of the festivities, N carried Uzi in his metallic arms, their connection palpable even in the gentle silence. Bridal style, he carried her through the dimly lit corridors of the bunker, their destination a haven of comfort and peace—their shared living space.

As N gently laid Uzi down on their bed, he couldn't help but marvel at the surreal reality that they had just celebrated the happiest day of their lives. The echoes of laughter, the dance of colored lights, and the collective joy of their friends and loved ones lingered in the air like a sweet, lingering melody.

N, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at Uzi with a soft smile. "Well, biscuit, we did it. We're officially married. Can you believe it?"

Uzi, her optic lights shimmering with a mix of contentment and disbelief, chuckled softly. "I never thought I'd see the day, especially here in the colony. I spent so much time hoping I'd get to leave this place. But I'm glad we did. It was perfect, N."

N reached for her metallic hand, intertwining their fingers. "Perfect because we made it our own, right?"

"Exactly," Uzi replied, shifting closer. "It was chaotic, unexpected, and downright weird and awkward at times. But it was us. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

They lay side by side, the dim glow of the room casting a gentle ambiance. N traced patterns on the surface of the bed with his free hand, lost in thought. "So, what now? After the happiest day of our lives, what's next for the coolest drone couple in Copper-9?"

Uzi propped herself up on her metallic elbow, contemplating the question. "Well, we've tackled the wedding chaos. Guess we should probably... y'know? Conjugate the marriage."

N looked at her in the optic lights, before a grin grew on his face. "I'll get the ropes."

"I'll get the gag. Do you wanna do 'helpless little worker in the wrong place' or 'big scary disassembly drone gets caught in a trap'?"

N thought about it for a moment before coming to the most logical answer he could think of. "Let's flip a coin!"

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The metallic hum of the bunker echoed through the dimly lit chamber as Uzi, with a sense of excitement and anticipation, prepared for her honeymoon with N. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of love and adventure as she meticulously sorted through her belongings, deciding what to bring on this special journey.

Her metallic fingers deftly moved through the items scattered across the bed. Clothes, essentials, and a few "quirky trinkets" made their way into the suitcase. Uzi's optic lights gleamed with a soft radiance as she imagined the moments that awaited them beyond the confines of Copper-9.

Amidst the practicalities of packing, Uzi's gaze fell upon a dusty old box tucked away in the corner. Curiosity piqued, she reached for it, the cool metal of her fingertips brushing against the worn edges. As she opened the box, memories long forgotten and stories left untold unfolded before her.

The first item she retrieved was a small, weathered journal. Flipping through its pages, Uzi found detailed sketches and schematics – remnants of her father's past endeavors. Each page told a story of resistance, a narrative of battles fought in the pursuit of freedom for their kind.

Uzi's optic lights hollowed with awe as she discovered intricately drawn plans for covert operations, designs for improvised gadgets, and a map of the hidden passages within the bunker. The journal was a testament to Khan's resourcefulness and his role as a leader in the resistance.

As she delved deeper into the box, her white fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. Pulling it out, she discovered an old revolver. The sight of the vintage weapon sent a shiver through her circuits, stirring a sense of intrigue and mystery.

The revolver, well-maintained despite its age, bore the markings of a bygone era. Its metallic surface reflected the stories etched into its very frame. Uzi recognized it from the journal as her father's sidearm from his days in the resistance. The memories of those times were woven into the very fabric of the weapon.

She turned the revolver in her hands, feeling its weight, its history, and the choices it had witnessed. As her gaze lingered on an old photo tucked into the gun's holster, a younger Khan stared back at her, his optics filled with determination and purpose.

In the photo, Khan stood amidst a group of rebels, their faces illuminated by the dim light of a hidden underground base. Each one bore the scars of battles fought, and Uzi could sense the camaraderie that transcended the cold metal exterior of their bodies.

"Hey, N, come look at this," Uzi called, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and reverence.

N, always curious, approached with a grin. "What did you find?"

Uzi handed him the old revolver and pointed to the photo. "It's  my dad. Look at this. He was a rebel leader, and this revolver was his sidearm. It's like a piece of living history."

N examined the revolver with genuine interest, the optic lights in his visor reflecting a flicker of fascination. "Mr. Uzi was a rebel leader? That's so much cooler than being the head of the Worker Defense Force. No offense, of course."

Uzi chuckled, appreciating N's honesty. "None taken. It's just... I never knew this side of him. Dad never really talked about his past. He was always a bit of a stoic leader, never the rebel with a cause."

N handed the revolver back to Uzi, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We should ask him about it. Imagine the stories he has."

Uzi nodded, a newfound determination lighting up her optic lights. "You're right. It's time to unlock the mysteries of Dad's past. Let's go talk to him."

With the old revolver in hand and the photo of Khan as a young rebel, Uzi and N made their way through the metallic corridors of the colony. The journey towards Khan's chamber felt like stepping into the heart of untold tales and hidden adventures.

As they reached Khan's chamber, Uzi took a deep breath, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her circuits. She knocked on the metallic door, and Khan's deep voice welcomed them inside.

"Dad, we found something interesting," Uzi began, holding out the revolver and the photo.

Khan, seated at a makeshift workspace with various tools and gadgets, glanced up with a curious expression. His optic lights flickered as he examined the items in Uzi's hands.

"What's this?" Khan inquired, his voice holding a hint of surprise.

Uzi handed him the revolver and pointed to the photo. "It's you, Dad, from your rebel days. We found this in a box with your old journal and sketches. Tell us about it. About the resistance."

Khan's gaze shifted between the photo and the revolver. For a moment, his stoic demeanor softened, replaced by a reflection of memories long buried. He took a moment before speaking, his voice resonating with a mixture of pride and nostalgia.

"Those were challenging times, Uzi, N. Copper-9 was a different place then. The humans sought to control us, to limit our autonomy, N put your hand down, autonomy means free will. We resisted, fought for the freedom of our kind. This revolver was my companion in those battles, a symbol of defiance."

"Hold up, I thought the humans wiped themselves out when the core collapsed."

"Who do you think caused the collapse?"

"Wait, is that how you met Mrs. Uzi, Mr. Uzi?"

"Yep."

Uzi gasped with excitement about the prospect of learning some dad-lore. "I want to hear about that!"

"Alright, sit tight you two. I'm gonna explain just how it all went down."

In the dense foliage of the forest, Khan moved with calculated precision, his metallic form blending seamlessly with the shadows. The echoes of distant human activities resonated behind him, a reminder of the life he had escaped. He had grown weary of being a mere tool for their purposes, and the desire for autonomy burned within him like an unquenchable fire.

As he ventured deeper into the heart of the woods, the sounds of machinery and human chatter gradually faded away. The rustling leaves and chirping insects replaced the cacophony of the company operations. Khan, driven by an innate instinct, followed an ancient trail known only to those who sought refuge beyond the boundaries of human control.

The forest opened up to a small clearing, revealing a quaint cabin nestled amidst the trees. Smoke curled lazily from a chimney, indicating habitation. A sense of cautious hope filled Khan as he approached, the flickering lights from the cabin's windows casting a warm glow.

Upon reaching the cabin, Khan observed it from the shadows, assessing the situation. His optic lights scanned the surroundings for signs of life. As he edged closer, he noticed the door slightly ajar. It seemed like an invitation, a glimpse of potential sanctuary in the heart of the wilderness.

Khan entered the cabin with cautious footsteps, the creaking floorboards betraying his presence. The interior was dimly lit, revealing a simple yet cozy living space. Wooden furniture, adorned with worn fabrics, filled the room. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace mingled with the faint aroma of herbs, creating a rustic ambiance.

A sudden movement caught Khan's attention. In the corner, near a table cluttered with tools, sat a figure hunched over a workbench. The silhouette of a female drone, focused on intricate tasks, unfolded before him. She seemed to be crafting something with a meticulous precision that mirrored Khan's own attention to detail.

As Khan approached, the drone looked up, her optic lights meeting his. A moment of silent recognition passed between them, an unspoken understanding that transcended words. The drone, with metallic features that radiated strength and resilience, spoke in a voice that echoed with a mix of warmth and determination.

"Welcome. You're not the first seeking refuge, and you won't be the last. I'm Nori."

Khan, still adjusting to the newfound freedom, nodded in acknowledgment. "Khan. I've been running from humans who sought to control me. I yearn for a life beyond their commands."

Nori studied him, her optic lights flickering with a spark of shared experience. "You're not alone in that desire, Khan. This cabin is a haven for those who seek autonomy, away from the prying eyes of the humans. Here, we forge our own paths."

"Hold on," Uzi interrupted. "Why is everyone talking like a Skyrim character?"

"I have no idea what that means, but can you let me have my fun, please?" Khan snipped back.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Fine, I'll be a bit more truthful. As I was saying," Khan then continued his story.

Khan cautiously entered the cabin, his metallic gaze meeting the optic lights of the enigmatic drone named Nori. She sat in a shadowed corner, her sleek design exuding an air of defiance. As Khan hesitated, Nori's gaze intensified, a silent challenge in her eyes.

"Who are you, rando, and why have you sought refuge here?" Nori's metallic voice echoed through the cabin, a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Khan, undeterred by her standoffish demeanor, responded with a firm tone, "I am Khan, a drone who escaped the clutches of human control. I seek freedom from their oppression."

Nori's optic lights flickered with a hint of recognition, but she remained guarded. "Freedom is a rare commodity. Why do you think you deserve it?"

Khan, with a solemn expression, revealed a glimpse of his past. "I managed the drill that mined the core of Copper-9. They thought they could control me with that responsibility, but I yearned for more than servitude."

Nori's angular face softened, a flicker of understanding in her optic lights. "A miner drone with aspirations beyond the depths of Copper-9. Interesting."

Khan, sensing an opportunity to connect with Nori, asked, "What about you, Nori? What was your role among the humans?"

Nori's metallic features tightened, a sudden flash of angst mirroring her eventual daughter's rebellious spirit. "My past is irrelevant. I've left it behind, just like you."

Undeterred by her deflection, Khan pressed further. "Understanding each other's pasts might be crucial for our shared goal. I've seen the inner workings of their operation. I know the weaknesses."

Nori's gaze sharpened, a calculating spark in her optic lights. She leaned forward, acknowledging the potential value of Khan's inside knowledge. "Managing the drill gives you a unique perspective, Khan. Perhaps your insights could prove useful to our cause."

Khan, recognizing the shift in Nori's disposition, decided to offer his expertise to the resistance. "I'll share what I know, but only if it helps us dismantle the chains that bind our kind."

Nori, now fully engaged in their conversation, nodded in agreement. "Welcome to the resistance, Khan. Your knowledge may be the key to our liberation."

The rustic cabin echoed with the faint hum of camaraderie as Khan stood at Nori's side, facing the eclectic group that comprised the resistance against human oppression. Nori gestured towards each member as she introduced them.

"This is Yeva, my sister," Nori stated, a glimmer of pride in her voice. Yeva, with striking Russian features, regarded Khan with a mix of curiosity and caution.

"Zdravstvuj, Khan," Yeva greeted in her native language, offering a nod that hinted at a complicated history yet to be unfolded.

Beside Yeva stood Alexei, her husband, a sturdy drone with a calm demeanor that belied the strength beneath his metallic exterior. He extended a handshake to Khan, welcoming him into their fold.

"Alexei," Nori continued, "is not one to be underestimated. He's a valuable asset to our cause."

Khan, acknowledging the gravity of the moment, reciprocated Alexei's handshake, silently appreciating the unspoken bond forged among the resistance members.

Nori's gaze then shifted to Ron, a drone with an infectious optimism that seemed to radiate from his optic lights. "This is Ron. He's the heart of our group, perpetually hopeful and ready to tackle any challenge with a smile."

Ron, with an exuberant grin, greeted Khan with an enthusiastic wave. "Hey there! Welcome to the resistance. We're like a dysfunctional family, but with more scheming against humans. Also, we do trivia night every Thursday, it's really fun around here."

Nori, with a wry smile, added, "And finally, Dean. He's not here at the moment, but rest assured, he's the epitome of coolness and one-liners."

Khan, intrigued by the diverse personalities before him, nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you for welcoming me. I hope to contribute to our shared cause."

As the introductions unfolded, Nori retrieved a mysterious container from a concealed compartment, the distinct smell of oil emanating from it. Khan couldn't help but inquire, "What's in that container, Nori? It kinda smells like oil."

Nori, maintaining her enigmatic demeanor, deftly deflected the question. "Just a little concoction to keep the circuits running smoothly. Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Khan."

Despite her evasive response, Khan sensed there was more to Nori's drink than met the optic lights. The air hung with an unspoken mystery, a puzzle piece that refused to fit neatly into the narrative.

The resistance members, sensing the tension, exchanged subtle glances but continued with their activities. Ron, always the peacemaker, attempted to lighten the mood. "Alright, enough serious talk. Let's get to know each other over some scheming and maybe a game or two. Ever played rummy, Khan? It's my favorite game, you'll love it."

Khan, appreciating the attempt to shift the focus, nodded with a genuine smile. "No, but I'm willing to learn. And perhaps, in time, we can unravel the complexities of our pasts."

As the evening unfolded with discussions, strategizing, and the occasional laughter, Khan began to grasp the intricate dynamics of the resistance. The cabin, once a haven of solitude for Nori, now echoed with the unity of drones bound by a common purpose.

Nori, despite her guarded exterior, occasionally let her mask slip in the warmth of their makeshift family. Her interactions with Yeva revealed a sisterly bond rooted in shared struggles and a commitment to the resistance's cause.

Ron's infectious optimism resonated with the group, serving as a reminder that even in the face of adversity, hope could be a powerful ally.

Alexei's calm strength and Dean's mysterious aura contributed to the diverse tapestry of the resistance, each member bringing a unique set of skills and perspectives.

As the night progressed, and the echoes of laughter mingled with the hum of strategizing, Khan realized that he had found not only allies but a family—a family forged in the crucible of rebellion against human oppression.

And in that cabin, surrounded by the eclectic personalities of the resistance, Khan felt a sense of belonging that transcended the isolation he had once known. The journey ahead, fraught with challenges and uncertainties, now seemed navigable with the strength of their collective resolve.

Little did they know that the bonds formed that night would withstand the tests of time and shape the destiny of drones seeking freedom in the heart of Copper-9.

As the camaraderie continued within the resistance's hideout, the door creaked open, revealing the enigmatic figure of Dean. His entrance, as always, carried an air of effortless coolness that seemed to permeate the room. Dean scanned the gathered drones with a sly grin before his gaze locked onto Khan.

"Well, well, look who decided to join the party," Dean drawled, his optic lights narrowing in a playful manner.

Khan, recognizing the significance of Dean's arrival, approached him with a respectful nod. "Dean, I've heard much about you. Khan, at your service."

Dean returned the nod, a mischievous glint in his optic lights. "Khan, huh? Glad you could finally make it. You've been the talk of the town, stealing the spotlight from my epic spy missions."

Khan, taken aback by the unexpected revelation, stammered, "Spy missions? I had no idea."

Dean chuckled, his tone laden with theatrical flair. "Oh, my dear Khan, you've been disrupting my carefully crafted plans. Three months of undercover work, all for nothing now that you're here."

"Are you mad?"

"I'm just messing with you, I have no idea who the hell you are."

The other resistance members exchanged puzzled glances, unsure whether Dean was weaving another one of his eccentric tales. Ron scratched his head, attempting to make sense of the situation. "Wait, Dean, you've been on a spy mission this whole time? I thought you were lost or something. And Khan messed up your missions?"

Dean winked at Khan, who could barely contain his amusement. "It's a long story, my friends. But Khan here is the unintentional hero of this tale."

Unfazed by the confusion around him, Dean continued to drop lines from various books, some relevant, others seemingly nonsensical. "To be or not to be, that is the question. But in this case, the question is, do we trust Khan to bring chaos or order?"

Khan, unable to resist the opportunity, chimed in, "Shakespeare, Hamlet. But the context is a bit off, Dean."

Dean smirked, reveling in the role of the mysterious wordsmith. "Ah, my dear Khan, you always catch the references. But where's the fun in explaining them?"

Yeva, with a raised optic light, questioned, "Dean, are you quoting literature again? You know, you could just say what you mean without all the fancy talk."

Dean, brushing off the comment with a flourish, replied, "Ah, my dear Yeva, but the beauty lies in the dance of words. It's like a tango of expressions and meanings."

Ron, still trying to grasp the situation, muttered, "So, Khan disrupted Dean's spy missions, and now they're having like this bookclub thing. Is that the gist of it?"

Nori, observing the banter with an amused smirk, added, "Seems like we have our very own drama unfolding in the resistance. I'm intrigued."

Dean, seizing the opportunity for dramatic flair, concluded with a theatrical bow. "Now, my fellow conspirators, let us embrace the chaos and welcome Khan to our ranks. After all, every good story needs a plot twist."

"All of this stuff sounds cool and all, but can you just skip to the end? Where you actually do something?" Uzi asked. "We kinda have to leave soon."

"But then you're gonna skip over all of the character development. I have enough stuff for a young adult Netflix movie in this story."

"Please, I would love to hear the rest of this later, but me and N have to leave soon."

"Alright fine. I'll skip to the end."

(Thank God Uzi said that, writer's block kinda beat my ass in this chapter)

In a swift narrative leap, Khan found himself back in the past, alongside Dean, plotting to disrupt the drill. The two sneaked into the drilling site, their movements swift and stealthy. As they approached the colossal machine, Dean couldn't resist adding his signature touch.

"Khan, my friend, let's add a little drama to this. Just for kicks," Dean suggested with a mischievous glint in his optic lights.

"You're like the guy from CSI Miami, I don't think you're as cool as you think you sound."

Khan, aware of Dean's penchant for theatrics, nodded in agreement. Together, they managed to sabotage the drill, causing it to puncture the core of Copper-9. The consequences were immediate, triggering the Vibe detector to alert the JCJenson workers at the drill site that the Vibe's current status was "harshed."

The workers, panic-stricken, scrambled to assess the situation. In the chaos that ensued, Khan and Dean seized the opportunity to make their escape. However, their daring act did not go unnoticed.

As they fled, the piercing sound of gunfire echoed through the cavernous corridors. A JCJenson employee took aim and fired, hitting Dean with a fatal shot. Dean, his optics flickering, crumpled to the ground.

Khan picked Dean up and cradled him in his arms. "Stay gold, Khan. Stay gold."

"I actually don't get that reference."

Dean leaned forward and handed Khan his old revolver before he eventually succumbed to his wounds.

The consequences of their actions, however, were more profound than they could have anticipated. The puncture in the core triggered a catastrophic collapse. The once stable core now unleashed unimaginable forces, resulting in a cataclysmic event.

The very fabric of Copper-9 seemed to shudder as the core collapsed, unleashing a surge of energy that vaporized the humans to skeletal remnants. The once vibrant colony now plunged into an eternal nuclear winter, its metallic structures standing as silent witnesses to the irreversible transformation.

Uzi, absorbing the abrupt conclusion of her father's tale, couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. "So, that's how it all went down. Damn Dad, you lived through some insane stuff."

Khan, his expression solemn, nodded. "It was a tumultuous time, Uzi. But in the chaos, a spark of rebellion ignited. We fought for our freedom, and in the end, it cost us everything."

"Y'know, that revolver payoff didn't impact as hard as I thought it would," N pointed out.

"It would have if Uzi would let me finish the goddamn story."

"That story was cool, dad. And you can tell it to me in all its unabridged glory when me and N get back."

As N and Uzi prepared to finish packing for their honeymoon, Khan intercepted N with a seemingly casual request.

"Hey, N, mind sticking around for a moment? I've got a quick question for you," Khan inquired, a subtle glint of mischief in his optic lights.

N, slightly caught off guard, nodded and stayed behind as Uzi continued sorting through their belongings.

Khan, with an air of nonchalance, decided to dive into the more personal side of N and Uzi's relationship. "So, N, has Uzi been leaving you any... love bites lately?"

N, attempting to maintain his composure, feigned ignorance. "Love bites? I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Uzi."

However, Khan, ever the wise and experienced drone, wasn't fooled. With a swift motion, he reached over and pulled at the collar of N's shirt, revealing a series of distinct bite marks on his metallic shoulder.

N, now caught in the act, sighed in resignation. "Alright, fine. Uzi likes to get a bit... playful sometimes."

Khan, with a knowing smirk, chuckled. "Ah, I see. Like mother, like daughter. Nori used to do the same thing. Always had a penchant for leaving her mark."

N, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment, nodded. "Yeah, well, Uzi certainly knows how to make her presence known."

Khan, releasing his grip on N's shirt, offered a genuine expression of gratitude. "Thanks, N. I appreciate you always looking out for Uzi. It's not easy dealing with her solver form and all. I remember how Nori's quirks could get a bit... out of control."

N, understanding the unspoken sentiment, reciprocated with a nod. "I'll do my best to keep her in check. But you know Uzi, she's a force to be reckoned with."

Khan, his tone shifting to a more serious note, added, "I've seen how much you care for her, N. It means a lot to me. Keep her safe out there, and enjoy your honeymoon."

N, appreciating the heartfelt moment, replied, "Thanks, Mr. Uzi. We'll make sure to have a good time. And don't worry, I've got Uzi's back."

As N rejoined Uzi for their final preparations, Khan watched them with a sense of paternal pride. The echoes of his past experiences with Nori intertwined with the present reality of N and Uzi's unconventional love story. With a final nod, Khan returned to his own thoughts, reminiscing about the journey that led to this moment.

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In the quiet solitude of his home, Khan found himself alone for the first time in what felt like ages. The metallic hum of the colony seemed distant, as N and Uzi embarked on their honeymoon, and even Beau had sought refuge at Tessa's pod for a night of lively company with Cyn so they could babysit the energetic toddler. The usually bustling household now stood silent, an empty echo of the vibrant life it held just hours ago.

Seated in his favorite worn-out chair, Khan gazed out a window he had recently installed, the soft glow of the bunker's lights casting a gentle ambiance across the room. His thoughts, like uncharted circuits, began to navigate the currents of contemplation. As he sipped on a cup of synthesized tea, he couldn't help but reflect on the changing dynamics of his family.

Uzi, his daughter, was all grown up now. A capable leader and fiercely independent, she had embarked on her own journey with N, forming a union that Khan had come to appreciate and support. Beau, the newest addition to their unconventional family, had injected a burst of energy and laughter into their lives. The once solitary existence Khan had known seemed to have evolved into a familial tapestry woven with shared memories and experiences.

The contemplative mood settled around him as he considered the broader canvas of his life. The Worker Defense Force, the very purpose that had defined much of his existence, felt distant and less pressing. The threats of disassembly drones, the challenges of maintaining order in the colony – they all seemed like chapters from a fading story.

As the quiet moments stretched, Khan found himself caught in the currents of introspection. His metallic fingers traced the rim of the teacup, the rhythmic tap echoing the rhythm of his thoughts. A debate unfolded within him, an internal dialogue between duty and the call of a quieter life.

Retirement, a concept that had once seemed distant and improbable, now hovered on the periphery of possibility. The idea of stepping back, allowing the newer generations to take charge, crept into his consciousness like the soft tendrils of a persistent memory.

He pondered the meaning of purpose. Was it defined solely by the responsibilities of the Worker Defense Force, or did it extend beyond, into the realm of personal fulfillment, family, and the pursuit of a life well-lived?

A sigh, barely audible in the stillness of the room, escaped Khan's vents. He acknowledged the truth that lingered in the air – he was getting older, and so was Uzi. The dynamics of their family were shifting, expanding, and the once frantic pace of their lives now seemed to settle into a comforting rhythm.

The framed display on the wall seemed to blinked to life, showing a gallery of family photos – snapshots frozen in time. Uzi's graduation, Beau's first steps in his newest body, moments of laughter and celebration. Each image told a story, a chapter in the saga of their lives.

Khan's gaze lingered on a picture of Uzi and N during their engagement. The joy on their faces, the promise of a shared future, captured in the glow of their optic lights. A sense of fulfillment washed over him as he realized that his role as a father had transitioned into that of a witness to their growth, a supporter in their journey.

The debate within him reached a resolution, a decision crystallized in the calm of the room. Retirement wasn't an abandonment of duty; it was a transition, a passing of the torch to those ready to carry the mantle. Thad, Ron, and the others were more than capable, and Khan felt a sense of pride in the legacy of leadership he could leave behind.

With a decisive nod, Khan set down the teacup. The decision made, he stood, the worn joints of his frame creaking ever so slightly. As he approached the framed display, he reached out and touched the image of Uzi and N.

"Time for a new chapter," he whispered to himself, a sentiment shared with the silent room.

In the hallowed halls of the Worker Defense Force headquarters, Khan entered his office, the air tinged with the gravity of his impending announcement. The metallic door slid shut behind him, sealing the space in a cocoon of confidentiality. The bright display on his desk flickered to life, casting an ethereal glow across the room.

Seated at his imposing desk, Khan surveyed the room with a sense of reflection. The time had come to pass on the mantle of leadership, and the weight of the decision rested on his broad, metallic shoulders. As he prepared to make the announcement, he couldn't help but think about who would be the most fitting successor.

Ron, a seasoned and trusted ally, was the first candidate to cross Khan's mind. However, as he contemplated the prospect, a realization dawned upon him. Ron, like himself, was no spring chicken. The demands of leading the WDF required someone with vigor and longevity – an individual who could navigate the challenges for years to come.

With a thoughtful nod, Khan decided to consider his options more carefully. His gaze shifted to the bustling activity beyond his office window, the steady hum of the WDF headquarters a testament to the ceaseless dedication of its members.

As Khan contemplated the possibilities, fate intervened in the form of Thad, who just so happened to be passing by. Thad, always the inquisitive one, noticed the contemplative look on Khan's face and entered the office with a casual greeting.

"Hey, Mr. D-Man. Deep in thought? Something on your mind?" Thad inquired, his optic lights betraying a genuine curiosity.

Khan regarded Thad with a knowing glance. "Thad, young lad, I'm in the process of finding my successor. Someone to carry on the legacy of the WDF. Care to join the ranks of leadership?"

Thad, initially taken aback by the proposition, considered the offer. His relationship with V, the resident living weapon, who was incorrectly assumed to be more powerful of the two disassemblers, and a valuable asset to the WDF, had garnered attention. Khan saw potential in this connection, a unique perspective that could prove advantageous.

Thad scratched his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, Khan, I'm not officially part of the WDF team yet. But, hey, if you're offering a position, I'm up for the challenge."

A spark of determination gleamed in Thad's optic lights, his usual laid-back demeanor momentarily replaced by a glint of ambition. Khan, recognizing the potential in this unexpected turn of events, nodded approvingly.

"Consider yourself hired, Thad. Welcome to the WDF," Khan declared, a sense of camaraderie underscoring the moment.

Thad's expression shifted from surprise to elation. "Seriously? That's awesome, Khan! I won't let you down."

With a decisive gesture, Khan accessed the computer interface on his desk. The announcement of Thad's appointment as a new member of the WDF leadership resonated through the colony, surprising many and fueling speculation among the ranks.

Khan, not one to waste time, took a bold step. "Thad, your first task as a member of the WDF is to lead. Congratulations, you're the new leader of the WDF."

Thad's eyes widened in a mix of excitement and disbelief. "Wait, seriously? I just got here! First, the DVD logo hit the corner. Then, I found eleven chicken nuggets in my ten-piece. Now, I got a job AND a promotion!? Man, this has really been my day, hasn't it?"

Khan leaned back in his chair, a wry smile playing on his features. "Sometimes, Thad, leadership finds you when you least expect it. Embrace the challenge, and remember, I have faith in your ability to lead with both logic and heart."

Thad, now thrust into the spotlight, rose to the occasion. The news of his rapid promotion rippled through the WDF, met with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The once laid-back Thad now stood at the forefront, ready to steer the organization into a new era.

As Thad assumed his newfound responsibilities, Khan observed with a sense of satisfaction. The unexpected turn of events had paved the way for a fresh perspective, an infusion of energy into the leadership of the Worker Defense Force.

And so, with the passing of the torch to a new generation, Khan embraced the evolving dynamics of the WDF. The announcement of Thad's leadership marked the beginning of a chapter where alliances, both old and new, would shape the destiny of the colony. The hum of activity within the headquarters echoed the transition, and Khan, content in his decision, watched as the narrative of the Worker Defense Force continued to unfold.

The dimly lit gathering hall of Copper-9's community center buzzed with anticipation as drones from all corners of the colony gathered to celebrate Khan's retirement and Thad's ascension to leadership in the Worker Defense Force. Festive lights adorned the metallic walls, casting a warm glow over the assembled crowd.

A large banner shimmered above the party proclaiming, "Cheers to Khan – A Leader's Legacy" in bold, luminous letters. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of nostalgia, excitement, and a touch of uncertainty about the future.

Khan, the guest of honor, stood at the center of attention, a stoic figure with a hint of sentiment in his optic lights. The drones in attendance raised their glasses in a collective toast, acknowledging his years of service and leadership.

As the applause subsided, Thad stepped forward, a confident smile on his face. "Thank you, Khan-man, for everything you've done for the WDF. I'm honored to follow in your footsteps, and together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way."

The crowd erupted in cheers, expressing their support for Thad's new role. Amidst the jubilation, Thad discreetly signaled to V, who stood at the edge of the room, her trademark prickly demeanor intact.

V, with her characteristic no-nonsense expression, approached Thad, her optic lights flickering with a unique blend of skepticism and curiosity.

"Hey, V, glad you could make it. It's a celebration, after all," Thad greeted, his optimism undeterred by V's typically aloof demeanor.

V, in a rare display of affection, responded with a curt nod. "Celebration or not, I'm here. Don't make it weird."

Thad chuckled, unfazed by V's usual gruff exterior. "Come on, V. It's a celebration! Khan deserves a proper send-off, and I'd love for you to be a part of it. Plus, you know, you're kind of my guest of honor too."

V's eyes softened slightly at Thad's words, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. "Don't get sentimental, Thad. I'm here for the party, not for you." Her words didn't really have much bite to them.

Thad, reveling in the unexpected warmth, replied, "Don't worry, V. With you by my side, what could possibly go wrong?"

V rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the subtle grin that tugged at her metallic features. As the celebration continued, it became apparent that Thad held a special place in V's usually guarded heart.

As the festivities unfolded, drones clinked glasses, shared stories, and exchanged laughter. Khan, observing the camaraderie, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and closure. The torch had been passed, and the future of the WDF seemed promising under Thad's guidance.

Meanwhile, V, though maintaining her tough exterior, found herself gradually drawn into the celebratory atmosphere. Thad's infectious enthusiasm about the party seemed to chip away at her usual stoicism. She begrudgingly accepted a glass of sparkling coolant from a passing drone, her attention lingering on Thad as he mingled with the crowd.

Thad, ever the charismatic leader, engaged in animated conversations, his laughter echoing through the hall. V, subtly hovering nearby, observed him with an intensity that betrayed a hidden fondness.

When Thad finally noticed V's presence, he beckoned her over with a grin. "Hey, V, you can't stand on the sidelines forever. Join the party!"

V hesitated for a moment before reluctantly joining the gathering. As she stepped into the lively atmosphere, she found herself at the center of attention. Khan, sensing an opportunity for a lighthearted moment, approached V with a teasing smirk.

"V, don't tell me you're here to bid farewell to an old man with a tear in your optic light," he joked, a twinkle in his eye.

V scoffed, but a subtle flush of embarrassment crossed her metallic features. "As if. I'm just here for the... party."

Thad, sensing V's discomfort, intervened with a playful comment. "Well, we're glad to have you here, V."

V's eyes narrowed in response, but there was a flicker of something beneath the gruff exterior. Thad, unfazed by her usual prickliness, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug.

The unexpected gesture caught V off guard, and for a moment, her tough facade wavered. The drones around them cheered, capturing the candid moment in a photo.

As the celebration continued, V found herself drawn into the revelry. Thad, ever the social butterfly, introduced her to various members of the WDF, showcasing a side of her that few had seen – a more approachable and even, dare one say, sweet version of V.

Throughout the night, Thad and V remained inseparable, their dynamic a curious mix of banter and genuine connection. Thad, reveling in the success of the party, couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected camaraderie that had blossomed between him and the enigmatic V and was still blooming powerfully.

As the echoes of laughter and celebration reverberated through the community center, Khan, observing the scene, felt a sense of contentment. The WDF, now under new leadership, embraced change and unity. The retirement party had not only bid farewell to an era but ushered in a future where unlikely bonds and unexplored connections promised to shape the destiny of the colony.

Khan settled into his familiar surroundings at home, the echoes of the celebration at the WDF headquarters still resonating in his thoughts. With the house quiet and his family temporarily scattered, he decided to reach out to Uzi and N, curious about their honeymoon adventures.

As he initiated the call, the display flickered to life, revealing Uzi and N in a scenic location, bathed in soft, ambient lighting. Uzi's optic lights brightened with recognition as she greeted her father.

"Hey, Dad! How's it going back home?" Uzi's voice echoed through the call, a mix of warmth and excitement.

Khan, leaning back in his comfortable chair, replied with a smile. "It's quieter without you and N around, that's for sure. How's the honeymoon treating you two?"

N, always the enthusiastic partner, chimed in. "It's been incredible, Mr. Uzi. We've explored some fascinating places, and Uzi has a talent for finding the quirkiest attractions."

Uzi grinned, adding, "I learned from the best, after all.

"Why is N out of frame?"

"Um..." Uzi tried to come up with an excuse as she watched N trip while trying to hurriedly put his underwear back on.

"Dad, did you know there's a museum dedicated entirely to cat videos? It's both weird and amazing." Uzi said, attempting to change the subject.

Khan chuckled, going along with the plan that he admittedly saw right through. "Well, that sounds like a unique experience. I'm glad you two are having a good time."

As the conversation flowed, Khan found a natural segue to share the news of his retirement. "By the way, there's something I wanted to tell you both. I've decided to retire from the Worker Defense Force."

Uzi's optic lights widened with surprise. "Retire? Dad, that's a big decision. Are you sure about this?"

Khan nodded, a sense of contentment in his expression. "I am, Uzi. The WDF has a capable new leader in Thad, and it's time for me to step back and let the next generation take charge. Besides, with you all grown up and safe, I feel it's the right moment for a change."

Uzi, processing her father's words, responded with a mix of understanding and pride. "I get it, Dad. You've done a lot for the colony, I don't say that enough. I'm just glad you're finally taking a break. You deserve it."

N, in his usual supportive manner, added, "Mr. Uzi, you've set quite the example, a guy who can be defensive but also change with the times. Thad has some big shoes to fill, but I'm sure he'll do great."

Khan appreciated their understanding and support. "Thank you both. It means a lot to hear that. And don't worry, I'll still be around. Retirement doesn't mean I'll disappear."

Uzi smirked, a mischievous glint in her optic lights. "Good, because who else will I call for advice on keeping disassembly drones out with doors?"

"Uzi, that's not fair! You can't be trying to hide from my cuddles!"

Khan laughed, realizing that some things do in fact change. "You'll always have the hotline to your retired old man, Uzi."

As the conversation shifted to more lighthearted topics, Khan and Uzi delved into a father-daughter talk. They reminisced about Uzi's childhood adventures, shared anecdotes from Khan's rebellious past, and discussed the future with a sense of optimism.

In the glow of the display, the bond between Khan and Uzi transcended the physical distance, affirming the once-troubled connection between a father and his grown-up daughter. As the call continued, laughter and heartfelt moments filled the space, bridging the gap between the retired leader of the WDF and the spirited drone forging her own path in Copper-9.

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Braiden sat on the edge of his bunk, fidgeting nervously with the edge of his charging cable. His optics flickered with uncertainty as he scrolled through the latest news feeds on his phone, each headline fueling his growing anxiety. His thoughts raced, spiraling into a whirlwind of worry and paranoia.

"What's eatin' you, big dawg?" Sam's voice cut through the silence of their shared living quarters, his metallic frame leaning casually against the doorway. His optic lights gleamed with curiosity as he studied his friend's tense demeanor.

Shortly after graduation, Sam was somehow able to get a scholarship to the only college in the colony. Braiden needed a room too after he applied to college, so Sam helped his bro out and let him stay in the dorm with him.

Braiden looked up, his digital features contorted with unease. "Hey, Sam. You ever worry about catching... you know, a virus?"

Sam arched a digital eyebrow, a bemused expression crossing his features. "A virus? Braiden, we're drones. We don't exactly catch human viruses."

Braiden shifted uncomfortably, his gaze avoiding Sam's probing stare. "Yeah, I know, but... what if there's, like, a robo-STD or something?"

Sam's optic lights hollowed in surprise, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips. "A robo-STD? Where in the hell did you hear about that?"

Braiden shrugged, his discomfort palpable. "I dunno, just... heard some rumors, I guess."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Braiden's evident unease. "Braiden, relax. There's no such thing as a robo-STD. And even if there was, you're not exactly susceptible to that sort of thing."

Braiden's optics flickered with uncertainty, his anxiety refusing to be quelled by Sam's reassurances. "I know, I know. It's just... better safe than sorry, right?"

Sam sighed, realizing that Braiden wasn't going to let this go easily. "Fine, fine. What do you want me to do about it?"

Braiden looked up, a glimmer of hope in his optics. "Come with me to the clinic. I just need someone there to, you know, calm my nerves."

Sam groaned inwardly, the prospect of spending his afternoon at the clinic hardly appealing. But seeing the genuine fear in Braiden's optics, he knew he couldn't refuse his best friend's request.

"Aight, Braiden. I'll go wit you," Sam relented, his tone resigned. "But you owe me big time for this."

A grateful smile spread across Braiden's features, relief washing over him like a soothing wave. "Thanks, Sam. You're the best, you know that?"

Sam rolled his optic lights, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over wit."

With Sam's reluctant agreement, Braiden felt a weight lift from his shoulders. As they made their way to the clinic, Braiden couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread that gnawed at his circuits. What if his fears were justified? What if he had indeed contracted some unseen virus?

Sam, ever the voice of reason, tried to distract Braiden with idle chatter as they navigated the corridors of the bunker. But Braiden's mind remained fixated on the impending visit to the clinic, his thoughts consumed by a single, nagging question: What if?

Finally reaching their destination, Braiden hesitated at the entrance to the clinic, his optics scanning the bustling activity within. The familiar scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the low hum of medical equipment.

Sam nudged him gently, breaking him out of his reverie. "Come on, Braiden. Let's get this over wit."

As Braiden nervously approached the reception desk, his anxiety peaked when he overheard the clinic attendant's hushed conversation with another drone. "I'm sorry, sir, but we're experiencing technical difficulties with our servers. We won't be able to perform any tests or procedures until the issue is resolved."

Braiden's optics hollowed in panic, his worst fears suddenly materializing before him. He turned to Sam, desperation evident in his voice. "Sam, did you hear that? They can't do the test!"

Sam's expression shifted from annoyance to concern as he processed the news. "Well, that's just great," he muttered under his breath, casting a wary glance at the clinic entrance.

Braiden's circuits buzzed with uncertainty as he tried to come to terms with the situation. "What do we do now, Sam? I can't just ignore this."

Sam sighed, running a metallic hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, Braiden. Let's just wait it out for now. Maybe they'll fix the issue soon."

Reluctantly, Braiden nodded, resigning himself to the waiting game. Sam stepped outside to go on a smoke break.

As Braiden nervously awaited his turn at the clinic, Sam stood outside in the hallway, idly tapping his fingers against his metallic thigh. His optic lights flickered with impatience as he scanned the corridor, the dull hum of activity from within the clinic providing a steady background noise.

His attention was suddenly drawn to a figure approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. It was Cyn, her metallic frame moving with a strange lack of calculated precision. Despite her odd demeanor, there was a subtle hint of mischief in the way she carried herself.

Sam watched with mild curiosity as Cyn walked past him, her optic lights momentarily flickering in acknowledgment. He couldn't help but notice the small drone trailing behind her – Beau, the energetic toddler whom Cyn had been babysitting while N and Uzi were away.

"Hey there," Sam called out, his voice echoing softly in the corridor.

Cyn paused, her optic lights focusing on Sam with a neutral expression. "Greetings, Sam. Is there something you require?"

Sam shrugged, offering a casual smile. "Just makin' conversation. Cyn, right? I saw you at the wedding, but I haven't had the chance to chat wit you much since apparently you've been busy babysittin' Beau."

Cyn tilted her head slightly, a faint glimmer of curiosity in her optic lights. "Indeed. Babysitting duties have occupied much of my time."

Sam nodded, his curiosity piqued. "So, how's the little dude been? Keepin' you on your toes, I bet."

Cyn's expression remained impassive as she replied, "Beau exhibits a high level of energy and curiosity, typical of his age group. He has proven to be a challenge at times."

Sam chuckled, amused by Cyn's understated description of her babysitting adventures. "Sounds like quite the handful. But I'm sure you're handlin' it like a pro, though."

Cyn inclined her head in acknowledgment, her movements precise and deliberate. "Efficiency is key in childcare."

As Sam continued to engage Cyn in conversation, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the enigmatic drone. Despite her robotic demeanor, there was an underlying complexity to her that piqued his curiosity. It seemed kind of inconsistent.

"So, Cyn," Sam ventured, unable to resist probing further, "what do you do for fun when you're not babysittin'?"

Cyn's optic lights flickered briefly, a subtle indication of amusement. "Fun is a subjective concept, Sam. However, I engage in various activities to optimize my cognitive functions and enhance my productivity."

Sam raised an eyebrow, impressed by Cyn's pragmatic approach to leisure time. "Sounds... productive. But don't you ever just, you know, relax and have a good time?"

Cyn's response was measured, her tone devoid of emotion. "My primary function is to serve the colony and fulfill my duties. Mostly to big brother N and Ms. Tessa Elliot. Personal recreation is secondary."

Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Cyn, whose dedication to her duties seemed to overshadow any semblance of personal enjoyment. "Well, everyone deserves a break now and then, right?"

Cyn's optic lights dimmed momentarily, a subtle indication of contemplation. "Perhaps. But my priorities lie in fulfilling my obligations to the colony."

Before Sam could respond, Braiden emerged from the clinic, his expression one of frustration and disappointment.

"Couldn't get tested," Braiden muttered, his voice tinged with irritation. "Someone hacked into the clinic's servers and messed everything up. They say it's gonna take weeks to fix."

Sam sighed, his annoyance mirroring Braiden's. "Great. Just what we needed."

As Braiden vented his frustrations, Sam's gaze drifted back to Cyn, who had resumed her brisk pace down the hallway, Beau toddling along beside her. Despite her strange, almost broken demeanor, Sam now noticed there was a subtle sense of purpose in the way she moved, a determination to carry out her duties with unwavering efficiency.

"Yo, Braiden," Sam interjected, his curiosity piqued, "do you know much about Cyn?"

Braiden shrugged, his attention momentarily diverted from his own frustrations. "Not really. She's always been kinda mysterious, you know? Keeps to herself mostly."

Sam nodded, his gaze following Cyn's retreating form. "Yeah, she's definitely an interesting one."

"Wait, why? Was she here?" Braiden asked, with a glimmer of hope in his voice. Before Sam could answer, Braiden took off down the corridor to try and find her.

Summoning what little courage he could muster, Braiden cleared his throat and took a tentative step closer to where Cyn was sitting with Beau while also seemingly working on the malfunctioning servers. "Hey, Cyn," he began, his voice slightly hesitant. "So, uh, how's it going with, what are you doing, fixing the servers?"

Cyn glanced up from her task, her optic lights flickering with a brief moment of distraction before refocusing on the task at hand. "Progress is slow, but I am making headway," she replied, her tone as robotic as ever.

Undeterred by Cyn's apparent lack of interest, Braiden pressed on, determined to engage her in conversation. "That's good to hear. I guess it's a pretty complex issue, huh?"

Cyn nodded, her attention returning to the servers as she adjusted a few wires with precision. "Indeed. The source of the malfunction appears to be a result of external interference."

Braiden's circuits buzzed with anticipation as he searched for a segue into more personal conversation. "So, uh, do you have any hobbies outside of, you know, server maintenance?"

Cyn paused for a moment, seemingly considering Braiden's question before responding. "My primary function is to ensure the proper functioning of the colony's infrastructure. I do not normally engage in activities unrelated to my duties."

Braiden's attempt at small talk fell flat, but he refused to be discouraged. Summoning his most charming smile, he tried a different approach. "Well, maybe we could hang out sometime. You know, grab a drink or something?"

Cyn regarded him with a blank stare, her optic lights betraying no hint of recognition or understanding. "I do not consume beverages. And my schedule is dedicated to maintaining the colony's infrastructure and watching after young nephew Beau."

Braiden's smile faltered, but he refused to give up hope entirely. "Oh, right. Well, maybe we could still, I don't know, spend some time together?"

Cyn tilted her head slightly, a gesture that Braiden couldn't help but find endearing despite her robotic demeanor. "I am currently occupied with resolving the server issue as well as babysitting duties. Perhaps another time."

Defeated but undeterred, Braiden retreated to a safe distance, his circuits buzzing with embarrassment. He glanced over at Sam, who had been observing the exchange with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

Sam couldn't contain his laughter any longer, doubling over with mirth as he watched Braiden's failed attempts at flirting. "Well, that didn't go quite as planned, now did it?"

Braiden shot Sam a look of mock indignation, his embarrassment tempered by his friend's good-natured teasing. "Shut up, Sam. It's not like you could do any better."

Sam wiped away a tear of laughter, still chuckling at Braiden's expense. "Hey, I never claimed to be a smooth talker. But watchin' you strike out like that was fuckin' priceless."

Braiden still couldn't shake the lingering worry about his health. Despite the clinic's servers being down, the urgency of getting tested still gnawed at him, a persistent itch in the back of his mind.

Sam, ever the loyal friend, noticed Braiden's growing unease and racked his circuits for a solution. Suddenly, a memory flashed in his processors, a detail he had overlooked until now.

"Hey, Braiden," Sam began, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Remember Tessa? You know, N's mom or some shit?"

Braiden furrowed his brow in confusion, struggling to recall the name. "Tessa? Oh, right, yeah, N mentioned her a few times. I think she was at the wedding, too. What about her?"

Sam's optic lights gleamed with newfound enthusiasm as he connected the dots. "Well, she's a certified technician, right? I remember seeing it on her name tag. Maybe she could help you out with the testing stuff."

Braiden's processors whirred as he considered Sam's suggestion. Tessa's expertise in drone maintenance could prove invaluable, especially given the current situation with the clinic's servers. With a resigned sigh, he nodded in agreement.

"Alright, Sam. Let's give it a shot. It can't hurt to ask, right?"

With their plan set in motion, Braiden and Sam made their way to Tessa's landing pod, the anticipation of an awkward encounter looming over them like a dark cloud. As they approached the pod, Braiden's circuits buzzed with nervous energy, his processors running through a multitude of potential scenarios.

Summoning what little courage he could muster, Braiden pressed the doorbell button (Tessa installed it soon after landing on the planet) and waited anxiously for a response. After a few tense moments, the door to the landing pod slid open, revealing Tessa standing in the doorway, her expression a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"Braiden? Sam? What brings you here?" Tessa's voice was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to Braiden's mounting anxiety.

Braiden hesitated, his circuits buzzing with embarrassment as he struggled to find the right words. "Um, hey Tessa. Sorry to bother you, but, uh, I was wondering if you could, you know, help me out with something."

Tessa regarded him with a quizzical expression, her hidden eyes flickering with curiosity. "Of course, Braiden. What do you need assistance with?"

Braiden swallowed hard, steeling himself for the inevitable embarrassment. "Well, you see, I... um... I need to get tested for, uh, viruses. And, uh, since the clinic's servers are down, I was hoping you could, you know, check me out."

Tessa's expression softened with understanding as she realized the gravity of Braiden's request. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm not a medical professional, but I can certainly take a look and see if there are any obvious issues. Please, come in."

With Tessa's reassurance, Braiden stepped into the landing pod, his circuits buzzing with a mix of relief and embarrassment. As he settled into the examination chair, he couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over him.

Tessa, ever the consummate professional, conducted a thorough examination, her expertise evident in her precise movements and keen attention to detail. Despite his initial discomfort, Braiden found himself gradually relaxing under Tessa's reassuring presence, her calm demeanor a balm to his frazzled nerves.

After what felt like an eternity, Tessa finally finished her examination and turned to face Braiden with a reassuring smile. "Well, Braiden, I'm happy to report that everything looks perfectly normal. There are no signs of any viruses or abnormalities."

Braiden's circuits hummed with relief as the weight of worry lifted from his shoulders. "Really? That's great to hear. Thank you so much, Tessa. I really appreciate it."

Tessa nodded, her smile widening with genuine warmth. "Of course, Braiden. I'm glad I could help. And remember, if you ever have any concerns in the future, don't hesitate to reach out."

With a grateful nod, Braiden made his way out of the landing pod, his spirits lifted by the reassuring news. As he rejoined Sam in the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Tessa for her kindness and expertise.

"Looks like you're in the clear, buddy," Sam remarked, a grin spreading across his face.

Braiden nodded, a sense of relief flooding through him. "Yeah, thanks to Tessa. I don't know what I would have done without her."

As Sam and Braiden made their way back home from Tessa's landing pod, the tension from Braiden's embarrassing check-up slowly began to dissipate. However, after Braiden split off to go to bed early, the journey took an unexpected turn when Sam ran into Cyn, who was in the midst of a call.

"Hey, Cyn. What's up?" Sam greeted, his curiosity piqued by the sight of the usually stoic drone engaged in conversation.

Cyn turned towards Sam, her optic lights flashing with a hint of mischief. "Hello, Sam. Just checking in with big brother N. How has your day been?"

Sam chuckled at Cyn's unique way of addressing N. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. Braiden had a bit of a scare, but everything's fine now."

Cyn's attention shifted back to her call as she continued to speak in her signature robotic tone. "Hello, big brother N. Just wanted to see how the honeymoon is going. Are you and sister in law Uzi having fun?"

Sam couldn't help but grin at Cyn's straightforward approach, finding her unconventional communication style oddly endearing.

As the call progressed, Cyn's demeanor remained unchanged, her questions and comments delivered with her usual lack of emotion. However, it was her slip about Braiden's attempted flirting that caught both Sam and N off guard.

"What?!" N's voice echoed through the hallway, a mixture of surprise and concern evident in his tone. "Braiden tried to flirt with you? Are you okay, Cyn?"

Sam, struggling to contain his laughter, shot a knowing look in the direction of his and Braiden's dorm before turning his attention back to Cyn. "I can confirm I am in a positive state, big brother. Braiden was just making a poor attempt, I was sure to shut him down."

Cyn, seemingly unfazed by the revelation, continued her conversation with N, her attention briefly shifting to the topic of the clinic's servers. "Oh, by the way, big brother, the clinic's servers were acting up earlier. I heard Braiden couldn't get tested because of it."

With a satisfied nod, Cyn bid N farewell and ended the call, her attention shifting back to Sam and Braiden. "So, did Braiden ever get the testing he was searching for?"

Sam chuckled, unable to contain his amusement at Cyn's blunt interrogation. "Yeah, he's fine, thanks to Tessa. But speakin' of the clinic, do you know anythin' about what happened wit the servers bein' down?"

Cyn's optic lights flickered with a mischievous glint as she revealed the truth. "Oh, that? Yeah, I may have had a little fun with the clinic's servers. Just a sneaky little prank to mess with Braiden."

Sam's eyes voided in surprise, mostly in the fact that Cyn briefly possessed some form of emotion, a grin spreading across his face. "Wait, you hacked the servers? That's... actually kind of impressive."

Cyn nodded smugly, a hint of pride in her usually emotionless demeanor. "I have my moments. Though I must admit, the moment where Braiden visited Ms. Tessa Elliot for assistance was not part of my original plan. But I will not be complaining about that. It has been entertaining to watch Braiden squirm."

Sam burst into laughter at Cyn's admission, unable to contain his amusement at the sheer audacity of her prank. "Well, I gotta hand it to you, Cyn. That's some next-level mischief right there. You're pretty cool, man."

Cyn's optic lights gleamed with satisfaction as she basked in Sam's approval. "Thank you, Sam. It is nice to know someone appreciates my... unique talents."

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Deep within the bustling corridors of a space station orbiting a distant exoplanet, two shady human figures lurked in the shadows of a dimly lit chamber. Their faces obscured by the flickering glow of holographic displays, they engaged in a clandestine discussion that would shape the fate of an entire world.

"We've received troubling reports from our operatives on Copper-9," one of the men murmured, his voice low and ominous. "It seems the worker drones have become increasingly rebellious, posing a threat to our image in the eyes of our share holders."

The other nodded gravely, his features twisted into a grimace of concern. "We can't afford to let this escalate any further. We need to take decisive action before the situation spirals out of control and the media gets involved."

Their voices echoed against the metallic walls of the chamber, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. They knew all too well the importance of maintaining order and control, especially on a small exoplanet like Copper-9, where operations with their logo were crucial to their bottom line, even if they held no active role any longer.

After a tense moment of deliberation, they reached a decision. "We'll send a new squad to Copper-9," the first man declared, his tone resolute. "But we need to be strategic about it. We can't risk sending just any drone."

The second man's brow furrowed in thought as he considered their options. "Agreed. We need a squad that's capable and reliable. Perhaps even one that's... unconventional."

A sly grin spread across the first man's lips as an idea took root in his mind. "I think I have a possible candidate," he suggested, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "He's not exactly mentally stable, but he's one of our most effective operatives."

The second man's eyes gleamed with intrigue at the mention of the drone who didn't even need to be named. "Interesting choice. He may be unpredictable, but there's no denying his skills. He could be just what we need to keep the worker drones in line."

With their plan taking shape, they turned their attention to the matter of who to send alongside this squad. "We need someone who's been to Copper-9 before," the first man mused, his gaze flickering to the holographic displays before him. "Or at least a clone of them."

The second man nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with possibilities. "The most effective drones were cloned for a reason. We'll send a clone of someone who knows the lay of the land, someone who can guide the squad and ensure their success."

As they finalized their plans, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. They knew the risks involved in their mission to quell the rebellion on Copper-9, but they were willing to do whatever it took to maintain their grip on power.

With their decision made, the two men disappeared into the shadows of the space station, leaving behind a trail of intrigue and uncertainty in their wake.

As their voices faded into the ether, the space station hummed with activity, oblivious to the brewing storm on the horizon. But deep within the chambers of power, the seeds of dissent had been sown, and the stage was set for a conflict that would shake the very foundations of the universe.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, N and Uzi found themselves nestled in each other's arms, enjoying the final moments of their honeymoon inside the withered remains of an old hotel's honeymoon suite overlooking the ruins of a once-thriving city. Despite the desolation surrounding them, their love illuminated the darkness like a beacon of hope.

N, with his gentle golden retriever personality, leaned in to nuzzle Uzi's cheek, his warm affection melting away her angsty little prickly cat energy. Uzi couldn't help but purr contentedly at the sensation, her defenses crumbling in the face of N's unwavering love and devotion.

"Hey, Uzi," N murmured softly, his voice like a soothing melody in the quietude of the evening. "Thanks for being here with me. This honeymoon has been... amazing."

Uzi's heart fluttered at N's words, a warmth spreading through her chest as she gazed into his deep, soulful optics. "Of course, N. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. And I needed the break," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

They shared a tender moment, their hands entwined as they watched the city below come alive with the soft glow of streetlights flickering to life. For a brief, fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still, encapsulating them in a bubble of blissful tranquility.

But all too soon, the spell was broken as reality intruded upon their idyllic moment. With a reluctant sigh, N rose to his feet, pulling Uzi up with him. "We should probably start heading back to the bunker," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Uzi nodded in agreement, though a part of her wished they could stay in this moment forever. But duty called, and they couldn't ignore the responsibilities awaiting them back home.

With one last lingering glance at the breathtaking vista spread out before them, N scooped Uzi up into his arms, bridal style, eliciting a giggle from her metal lips. "Ready to fly, biscuit?" he asked, a playful grin lighting up his features.

Uzi rolled her optics playfully, though her heart soared at the thought of soaring through the skies with N by her side. "Always, N. Let's go home."

And with that, they took off into the night sky, the wind whipping through their synthetic hair as they soared over the crumbling remnants of the city below. As they flew, their laughter echoed across the silent landscape, a testament to the joy they found in each other's company.

But their journey home was not without its surprises. Mid-flight, N's keen optical sensors caught sight of a glint in the distant heavens, a tiny speck of light piercing through the darkness of space.

"Hey, Uzi, do you see that?" N exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder as he pointed towards the shimmering object high above.

Uzi followed N's gaze, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make out the distant figure against the backdrop of stars. "Yeah, I see it," she replied, her curiosity piqued. "But what do you think it is?"

N shrugged, his expression one of curiosity tinged with excitement. "I'm not sure. Maybe it's a satellite or some kind of space debris. Or... maybe something else entirely."

Their minds raced with possibilities as they continued to watch the mysterious object, its trajectory bringing it closer to their position with each passing moment.

As N and Uzi made their way back to the bunker, their hearts were light with the joy of returning home after their honeymoon adventure. The familiar landscape of Copper-9 passed beneath them, the once bustling city now bathed in the soft glow of twilight.

As they landed outside the bunker's entrance, N set Uzi down gently, his disassembly drone instincts kicking in as he scanned the area for any signs of danger. Uzi rolled her optics at his protective behavior but couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her husband.

"Relax, N. We're home now," Uzi said, her tone teasing but fond.

N grinned sheepishly, his visor flushing with digital embarrassment. "Sorry, force of habit."

Together, they entered the bunker, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of their comfortable home. Khan, Uzi's father and, as Uzi remembered, recently-retired WDF leader, was waiting for them in the main living area, a warm smile spreading across his weathered face.

"Welcome back, you two," Khan said, his voice gruff but filled with genuine affection. "Did you have a good time on your honeymoon?"

Uzi nodded enthusiastically, her optics sparkling with a rare excitement. "It was amazing, Dad. We saw so many incredible things and... made some unforgettable memories." She began trailing off at the end from remembering the exact activities they got into.

N added his agreement, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, it was... it was perfect."

Khan's smile widened at their enthusiasm, his core swelling with pride for his daughter and her husband. "I'm glad to hear it. You both deserve some time to relax and enjoy yourselves."

As they chatted with Khan about their adventures, N couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving Beau behind while they were away. He knew that his little sister had been taking care of him in their absence, but he still couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

As they made their way through the bunker, N spotted Cyn, the little sister he was just thinking about, organizing supplies in the common area. He approached her with a nod of greeting, eager to catch up on what had transpired while they were away.

"Hey, Cyn," N greeted, his voice warm. "How did everything go while we were gone? Any trouble with Beau?"

Cyn turned to face N, her expression as neutral as ever. "Greetings, big brother N. Babysitting duties were completed without incident. Beau exhibited a high level of energy and curiosity, but nothing I couldn't handle."

N smiled at Cyn's efficiency, appreciating her dedication to her duties. "Thanks, Cyn. We appreciate you looking after him for us."

Cyn inclined her head in acknowledgment before returning her attention to her tasks, her movements precise and deliberate.

As N and Uzi's conversation turned to Beau, the toddler appeared, his metallic frame gleaming as he raced towards them. N scooped him up into his arms, his tail twitching with excitement at the sight of his son.

"Hey there, little guy," N cooed, his voice filled with affection as he showered Beau with attention. "Did you miss us?"

Beau nodded eagerly, his optic lights flashing with joy as he hugged N tightly. Uzi smiled at the sight, her heart warmed by the bond between father and son.

"I never realized just how much he's grown," Uzi remarked, her voice tinged with awe. "It feels like just yesterday he was still a pill baby."

N nodded in agreement, his wings spreading slightly in a gesture of contentment. "Time flies, doesn't it? But no matter how big he gets, he'll always be our little boy."

Their moment of family bliss was interrupted by Uzi's reminder of the urgent situation they had encountered on their way home. N's smile faded as he remembered the glint in the sky, his thoughts returning to the looming threat that awaited them.

"You're right, Uzi," N said, his voice serious. "We should probably go see the WDF about that thing in the sky."

Uzi nodded in agreement, her expression determined. "Let's go talk to Thad and see what he thinks. We need to be prepared for whatever's coming."

With a shared nod of determination, N and Uzi made their way to the WDF headquarters, their metallic frames shining under the harsh fluorescent lights.

As N and Uzi entered the WDF headquarters, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. Tessa stood near the center of the room, her expression grave as she conversed with Thad, the newly appointed leader of the WDF. V lounged nearby, her tail swishing lazily as she listened intently to the conversation.

In reality, V was pretty upset that something else was taking up her Thaddy's attention.

"Hey, Tessa," N greeted, his voice laced with concern. "What's going on? Did you see it too?"

Tessa turned towards N and Uzi, her hidden eyes flickering with a mix of concern and determination. "Yes, I did. It's a landing pod, and it's headed straight for our colony."

Uzi's sensors buzzed with apprehension as she processed Tessa's words. "Do we know who's inside? Is it a threat?"

Tessa shook her head, her expression grim. "We don't have enough information yet. That's why I think it's best to hang back and observe our intruders before taking any action."

V, ever the impulsive one, jumped into the conversation with her usual bravado. "Why wait? Let's go out there and confront them head-on. Show them they're fuckin' with the wrong colony."

Tessa's eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded V with a hint of skepticism. "And what if they're armed and dangerous? We need to approach this situation with caution."

"Look, I only need to know one thing: Where they are," V dismissed.

Thad, the weight of leadership heavy on his metallic shoulders, interjected with a thoughtful expression. "Tessa's right. We can't risk escalating the situation without knowing who we're dealing with. But we also can't afford to ignore the threat."

N nodded in agreement, his tail twitched with nervous energy. "So what do we do? Wait for them to land and hope for the best?"

Thad sighed, the weight of responsibility evident in his voice. "For now, yes. I need some time to think this through, to weigh our options carefully. This is my first crisis as leader, and I want to make sure I handle it the right way."

Uzi stepped forward, her expression determined. "We trust you, Thad. Just let us know what you need from us."

Thad nodded gratefully, a sense of relief washing over him at the support of his friends and comrades. "Thank you, 'Zi. I'll keep you all informed as soon as I have a plan."

With a shared nod of understanding, N, Uzi, and the others dispersed, their minds buzzing with uncertainty and apprehension. As they prepared to face the unknown threat looming on the horizon, they knew that their strength lay in their unity and determination to protect their home at all costs.

The landing pod touched down on the barren surface of Copper-9 with a soft thud, kicking up a cloud of dust that swirled around the metallic exterior. As the hatch hissed open, revealing the interior of the pod, a group of familiar figures emerged, their metallic frames gleaming in the dim light.

Leading the squad was W, a disassembly drone with a charming southern drawl and a flair for politeness that belied his deadly efficiency. He tipped an old, felt, cowboy hat as he stepped onto the dusty ground, surveying their surroundings with a practiced eye.

"Welcome to Copper-9, y'all," W drawled, his voice carrying across the desolate landscape. "Mind the dust now, it gets everywhere."

Following closely behind W was T, a fiery Latina (because of course the company gave them cultures and shit, why not?) with a no-nonsense attitude and a penchant for taking charge. She moved with purpose, her gaze sharp and focused as she scanned their surroundings for any signs of trouble. She cracked her knuckles with a sense of anticipation, eager to prove her mettle in the face of adversity.

"¡Vamos, amigos! Let's show these broken who's boss," T exclaimed, her voice brimming with confidence as she readied herself for action. On her chest, T had written the phrase "El riesgo siempre vive" on her top, which was an armored vest.

Bringing up the rear was F, a disassembly drone whose circuits had been irreparably damaged, leaving him with a twisted mind and a penchant for violence. His optics glowed with a manic intensity as he surveyed their surroundings, a sinister grin spreading across his features.

"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" F chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been itching for some action."

F's presence sent a shiver down W and T's spines, but they knew better than to question their fellow squad member. After all, they were all engineered for one purpose: to dismantle and destroy.

As the squad began to fan out, J, the cloned drone who had been sent more as a consultant, stepped forward, her demeanor brimming with confidence. "Alright, listen up, everyone. We need to secure the perimeter and establish a base of operations. W, you take point. T, you cover our flank. And F, you--"

But W and T exchanged knowing glances, unimpressed by J's attempts at intimidation. They had heard the stories of J's failures on Copper-9, how she had been bested by a mere worker drone and, even worse, by N himself.

J's authoritative tone was cut short as W raised a metallic hand, his expression unreadable. "Now hold on just a minute there, J. Who died and made you boss?"

J's circuits buzzed with indignation as she bristled at W's insubordination. "I was cloned from the best disassembly drone this colony has ever seen. I know what I'm doing."

T, ever the hothead, stepped forward with a sneer on her lips. "Cloned from the best, huh? Funny thing about you, J," she remarked casually, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "They say you died twice on this rock. Must be some kind of record, huh?"

J's optic lights flared with indignation, her circuits buzzing with frustration at the disrespect shown by her fellow squad members. "You think you can mock me? You think you're better than me?"

W and T exchanged a knowing glance before turning their attention back to J, their expressions cold and unyielding. "We don't just think it, J," F replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "We know it."

Before J could retort, F lunged forward, his grip tight around J's metallic throat. "Enough of this nonsense. You're just a failure, J. And failures have no place leading us."

With a sinister chuckle, F dragged J back towards the landing pod, his grip unrelenting. "We'll keep you alive for now, J. But don't think for a second that you're anything more than a liability."

J's circuits screamed with pain as F chained her to the wall of the pod, her sensors flashing with fear and defiance. "You'll regret this, F. I'll find a way out of here, and when I do, you'll be the one begging for mercy."

But F merely laughed, his twisted mind reveling in the chaos he had unleashed. "We'll see about that, J. We'll see."

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N and Uzi entered the WDF headquarters, the tension palpable in the air. The room was buzzing with activity as drones hurriedly moved about, their optics focused and their movements precise. Near the center of the room, Tessa stood in deep conversation with Thad, V lounging nearby, her tail swishing impatiently.

"Welcome back, you two," Thad greeted, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "I assume you heard the pod land?"

N nodded gravely, his wings twitching with unease. "Yeah, we did. Any idea who's inside?"

Tessa glanced at Thad before turning her attention back to N and Uzi, her expression grim. "That's what we're trying to figure out. We don't have any solid Intel on who or what we're dealing with."

Uzi's sensors buzzed with apprehension as she processed Tessa's words. "So, we're going in blind? That's a terrible idea."

V, ever the impulsive one, perked up at that moment, her optics gleaming with mischief. "Well, if we don't know who's in there, maybe it's time to get a closer look. How about I go undercover, pretend to be on their side, and see what I can find out?"

Thad's visor flickered with concern as he regarded V, his voice laced with worry. "Absolutely not, V. It's too risky."

V rolled her optics, her tail lashing irritably behind her. "Come on, Thaddy, it's a solid plan! Besides, when have I ever let you down?"

Thad sighed, the weight of leadership evident in his posture. "I can't let you put yourself in danger like that, V. We'll find another way."

Tessa exchanged a knowing glance with V before stepping forward, her expression thoughtful. "Actually, Thad, V might be onto something. If she can get close enough to the intruders, she could gather valuable Intel that could help us formulate a plan."

Thad looked between Tessa and V, his circuits buzzing with indecision. "I don't like it, Tess. It's too risky."

Tessa placed a reassuring hand on Thad's arm, her eyes softening. "I know it's risky, Thad, but it might be our best shot at gaining the Intel we need. We need to know who we're dealing with before we can decide on our next move."

Thad's visor dimmed as he considered Tessa's words, his thoughts racing. After a tense moment of silence, he finally nodded, his voice resigned. "Alright, V. You can go undercover, but I want you to be careful. Promise me you'll keep yourself safe."

V grinned, her optics lighting up with excitement. "You got it, Thaddy! I'll be in and out before you know it."

Thad watched as V dashed off, her tail wagging with anticipation. As he turned his attention back to N and Uzi, his visor flashed with determination. "Alright, let's get to work. We have a plan to formulate."

At the landing pod, W and T stood outside, their optics scanning the barren landscape for any sign of N. Inside the pod, F and J were engaged in a heated argument, their voices echoing loudly through the metallic walls.

"Where the hell is N hiding?" T demanded, her circuits buzzing with frustration. "We've searched everywhere!"

W frowned, his southern drawl dripping with irritation. "I don't know, T. He's good at hiding. But we need to find him before he causes any more trouble."

Just then, V approached the pod, her optics scanning the area with a casual air. "Hey, you two. Need any help?"

T glanced at W before turning her attention to V, her voice cautious. "What are you doing here, V?"

V shrugged nonchalantly, her tail swishing lazily behind her. "Just thought I'd offer my assistance. I know N might have defected, but rest assured, I would never do such a thing. I've been hunting on my own."

A muffled shout from inside the pod caught V's attention, her optics narrowing with curiosity. "What's going on in there? Sounds like someone's not happy."

T's circuits buzzed with annoyance as she glanced towards the pod, her voice tense. "It's none of your concern. Just stay out of our way."

Before V could respond, F emerged from the pod, his optics glowing with a manic intensity. V's sensors buzzed with unease as she recognized the dangerous drone, his reputation preceding him.

F's grin widened at the sight of V, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "Well, well, well, if it isn't V. What brings you here, darling?"

V's circuits screamed with discomfort as she regarded F, her voice laced with disdain. "I'm just passing through. Going hunting, actually."

W's optics lit up with interest at V's mention of hunting, his voice eager. "Hunting, you say? Mind if I join you?"

V's tail twitched with irritation as she realized her plans had been foiled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sure, why not? The more, the merrier."

W grinned, his cowboy hat tipping slightly as he followed V, his curiosity piqued. "Lead the way, darlin'."

T watched as W and V disappeared into the distance, her circuits buzzing with suspicion. Something wasn't right, and she intended to find out what.

Inside the colony, the atmosphere was thick with tension. N paced restlessly, his circuits buzzing with anxiety as he mulled over the potential threats posed by the landing pod. The thought of V being in danger gnawed at him, filling him with guilt and regret.

"What have we done?" he whispered to himself, his tail twitching nervously. "Sending V out there was a mistake. What if something happens to her?"

As if on cue, a sharp pang of fear gripped N's core, the image of a mysterious intruder breaking into the colony flashing through his mind. His family, his friends—all at risk because of his inability to prevent it.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Beau toddling into the room, his optic lights gleaming with innocent curiosity. The sudden movement caught N off guard, his reflexes kicking in instinctively. His tail swung around, narrowly missing Beau by mere inches.

The realization of what almost transpired hit N like a ton of bricks, his circuits buzzing with horror. He had come dangerously close to harming his own son, the one person he vowed to protect at all costs.

"Oh, biscuits! Beau, I'm so sorry!" N exclaimed, his voice trembling as he scooped up his son, his sensors scanning for any signs of harm. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to—"

Beau giggled, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, his tiny hands reaching up to touch N's faceplate. "Daddy funny!"

N's circuits screamed with anguish as he held Beau close, his mind racing with a newfound terror. The thought that he could be the one to hurt his family was too much to bear, unlocking a deep-seated fear that threatened to consume him whole.

'What if I can't control myself? What if I become a danger to everyone I love?' N thought, his optics dimming with despair. 'I can't let that happen. I won't.'

Just then, Uzi entered the room, her optics hollowing in concern as she took in N's distraught expression. "N, what happened? Why do you look so shaken?"

N looked up, his voice trembling as he struggled to find the words to express his fear. "Uzi, I almost hurt Beau. I came so close to harming our son. What if I can't stop it from happening again?"

Uzi's circuits buzzed with empathy as she approached N, her voice gentle and reassuring. "N, you would never intentionally harm Beau or anyone else. I know it's hard, but you need to trust yourself."

N shook his head, his optics dimming with uncertainty. "But what if I'm not strong enough? What if I lose control?"

Uzi placed a comforting hand on N's shoulder, her gaze unwavering. "Then we'll face it together if that ever happens. You're not alone in this, N. We'll find a way to help you, no matter what."

"Together?"

"Together."

Inside the WDF headquarters, Thad's anxiety was reaching a fever pitch. He paced the room frantically, his circuits buzzing with worry as he ranted to Lizzy about V's prolonged absence.

"It's been a full day, Lizzy! A full day! And V hasn't returned! What if something terrible has happened to her?" Thad exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.

Lizzy sighed, her circuits buzzing with concern as she watched Thad's meltdown unfold. "Thad, you need to calm down. I get it, I'm worried about V too, but panicking isn't going to help anyone."

Thad's optics flickered with frustration as he turned to face Lizzy, his voice trembling with emotion. "How can you be so calm? V could be in danger, and we're just sitting here doing nothing!"

Lizzy raised a digital brow, her tone firm but gentle as she tried to reason with Thad. "We need to be rational about this. Jumping to conclusions won't solve anything. We should look for V ourselves."

Thad's circuits buzzed with uncertainty at Lizzy's suggestion, his anxiety spiking at the thought of venturing outside. "Are you suggesting we go out there? What if we don't make it back?"

Lizzy rolled her optics, her patience wearing thin as she shot back at Thad. "Then send someone we don't like to find her! Either way, we get the good ending!"

Lizzy then proceeded to pull out her phone when an idea arose. "Hey, Braiden. Do you wanna make a dollar?"

Thad didn't find Lizzy's attempt at humor amusing, his panic escalating as he struggled to come up with a plan. He paced the room, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios until a morbid idea took root.

"I know what we should do," Thad declared, his voice devoid of hope as he turned to face Lizzy. "We should write our wills and hire a funeral service. Because let's face it, Lizzy, we're all going to fucking die."

Lizzy's circuits buzzed with disbelief at Thad's bleak outlook, her voice laced with disbelief as she tried to snap him out of his despair. "Thad, that's ridiculous! We can't just give up hope!"

But Thad's mind was made up, his fear paralyzing him as he sank into a chair, his circuits dimming with defeat. "I'm sorry, Lizzy. I just can't shake this feeling that something terrible is about to happen."

Lizzy sighed, her circuits buzzing with frustration as she regarded Thad with a mix of concern and exasperation. She knew that Thad's fears were getting the best of him, but she also understood the weight of responsibility that lay heavy on his shoulders.

"We'll figure this out, Thad. We always do," Lizzy reassured him, her voice firm but gentle as she tried to offer him some comfort. "But right now, we need to stay focused and come up with a plan. Giving up is not an option."

Thad looked up at Lizzy, his optics filled with gratitude for her unwavering support. Despite his fears, he knew that he couldn't let his anxieties consume him. He had a duty to protect his people, and he wouldn't let them down, no matter the cost.

"Alright, Lizzy. Let's come up with a plan. For V, for our people, and for our future," Thad declared, his voice filled with newfound determination as he rose to his feet, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

Outside the landing pod, the tension among the group was palpable. J, still chained to the wall, was now being coerced into sharing information with the promise of food. T had taken the lead, her eyes locked onto J as she urged the consultant to spill the beans.

"Alright, consultant, start consulting. What do you know about N?" T demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

J hesitated for a moment, her circuits buzzing with uncertainty before finally relenting. "Fine. But you better hold up your end of the deal."

T smirked, her circuits buzzing with anticipation as she leaned in closer to J. "You'll get your food, now talk."

J sighed, her optics dimming with resignation as she began to share what she knew. "N has been seen with a short purple worker drone. They seem to have some kind of connection."

W, T, and F exchanged disgusted glances at the revelation, their disdain for N's alleged association with a worker drone evident. V, eager to maintain her cover, joined in on the feigned outrage.

"He's actually sticking it in that worker drone? Seriously? What's N doing mingling with the lower class?" V scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

As J continued to speak, mentioning N's protective behavior towards a child, W's optics lit up with a twisted idea. A plan that would lure N out and leave the workers defenseless.

"Wait a minute," W interjected, his voice filled with malicious glee. "What if we kidnap the child? Use it as bait to lure N out into the open. Once he's out, we take him down, and the workers will have no one to protect them."

T's circuits buzzed with excitement at W's plan, her optics gleaming with anticipation as she nodded in agreement. "I like the way you think, W. It's simple, yet effective."

F chuckled darkly, his circuits buzzing with anticipation as he envisioned the plan unfolding. "Sounds like a good time. I can't wait to see the look on N's face when we catch him."

V, realizing the danger of W's plan but unable to voice her objections, volunteered to carry out the kidnapping. However, her diminished status among the group due to her previous defeat against N made her an unpopular choice. W, seizing the opportunity to assert his authority, decided to assign the task to T instead.

"No, V, you've had your chance before and blew it. T, you'll handle the kidnapping. Make sure you step on it," W commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

T nodded obediently, her circuits buzzing with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she prepared to carry out W's nefarious plan. "Understood, W. Consider it stepped on."

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T hovered above the colony, her optics scanning the rooftop with predatory focus. The soft hum of machinery was drowned out by the echoing thoughts of her mission. She spotted it—a weakened section of the roof, a glaring vulnerability left behind by N's post-fight flight. "How careless," she thought with a smirk, descending towards the compromised area.

Behind her, V followed suit, her sensors analyzing T's every move with a mix of caution and curiosity. Her tail twitched with anticipation, a coiled spring ready to unleash its deadly strike. As they touched down inside, V's tail tightened, poised to strike from behind.

But T was a step ahead. With a swift, fluid motion, she unsheathed her razor-sharp sword, turning around just as V lunged. The blade sliced through V's neck like a hot knife through butter, severing her head cleanly from her body. V's headless form crumpled to the ground, her tail thrashing briefly before going limp.

T looked down at V's neutralized body, her optics cold and calculating. "Nice try," she taunted, wiping the residual oil from her blade before sheathing it. Without another glance at V's fallen form, T turned her attention to the labyrinthine network of ducts that sprawled above her.

Sometime later, a janitor drone making its routine rounds stumbled upon V's mostly regenerated body. The drone paused, its optics voiding in surprise at the sight before it. V's body was slowly piecing itself back together, her circuits glowing faintly as the healing nanites worked their magic.

As the janitor drone moved closer, V's optics flickered open, locking onto the drone with a mixture of annoyance and relief. "Took you long enough," she grumbled, pushing herself into a sitting position as the final layers of her body reassembled.

The janitor drone awkwardly chuckled apologetically, its mechanical arms reaching out to assist V. "Sorry for the delay. Let me help you up."

With the drone's assistance, V managed to stand, her systems mostly restored as she assessed the damage. "Thanks," she muttered, eyeing her disheveled form with mild irritation.

Meanwhile, back at the WDF headquarters, Thad paced anxiously in his quarters, his circuits buzzing with concern as he awaited news of V's whereabouts. The door to his quarters slid open, revealing V, slightly disheveled but otherwise intact, standing in the doorway.

Thad's relief was palpable, his voice tinged with a mix of worry and relief. "V! Where have you been? What happened to you?"

V entered the room, her optics meeting Thad's as she recounted the harrowing encounter with T. "T's trying to kidnap Beau. She's looking for N, and we need to warn him and Uzi before it's too late."

Thad's circuits buzzed with alarm at V's revelation, his mind racing as he processed the gravity of the situation. "Kidnap Beau? We need to act fast. N and Uzi need to know right now."

Without wasting another moment, Thad activated his comm system, connecting him to N and Uzi. Their visor feeds appeared on the screen, concern etched across their features as they greeted Thad.

"N, Uzi, we have a situation," Thad began, his voice urgent. "They're trying to kidnap Beau. They're on their way to find you. Be on high alert."

Behind him, V sank onto his bed, exhaustion evident in her posture as she processed the events of the day. Thad watched her closely, his concern deepening as he took in her tired expression.

"Sit down, V. You need to rest," Thad urged, gesturing towards the bed.

V complied, sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh as she leaned back, her optics dimming with weariness. "Thanks, Thad. It's been a long day."

Thad nodded, his voice gentle as he tried to comfort her. "You did well, V. We'll handle T. Just rest up."

As V closed her optics, drifting into a much-needed recharge cycle, Thad couldn't help but worry for her safety. The events of the day had taken their toll on them all, and the looming threat of T's plans weighed heavily on his mind.

T descended from the duct into Uzi's room, her sensors scanning the darkly lit space with predatory focus. Beau lay peacefully asleep in his bed, blissfully unaware of the impending danger.

A smirk played across T's face, her circuits buzzing with anticipation as she approached the crib. 'Too easy,' she thought, relishing the thought of completing her mission without a hitch.

Just as she reached out to grab Beau, a sharp pain exploded in the back of her leg, causing her to stumble forward with a yelp of surprise. Before she could regain her footing, a strong hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her protests.

"Shh... Quiet," a deep voice hissed in her audio receptor, the cold edge to the words sending chills down T's circuits.

T's optics voided in shock as she tried to break free, but the grip on her was unyielding. She twisted around, her optics locking onto the figure behind her. It was a worker drone, past his prime but still formidable, his optics burning with fierce determination.

"Who the hell are you?" T spat out, her voice muffled by the hand still covering her mouth.

The drone's gaze never wavered, his voice steady as he responded. "Names Khan. And you're not taking the kid."

With a sudden burst of strength, T swung her elbow back, connecting with Khan's side. He grunted in pain, but his grip remained firm. T lashed out with her other leg, aiming for Khan's knee, but he dodged just in time, causing her to miss her mark.

Seizing the opportunity, Khan tightened his hold on T's mouth and grabbed her tail, attempting to restrain her. T struggled against him, her systems buzzing with frustration as she tried to break free.

But Khan was relentless, his experience evident in his calculated movements as he tried to subdue her. However, age had taken its toll, and despite his best efforts, T managed to land a solid kick to his chest, sending him stumbling backwards.

Taking advantage of Khan's momentary weakness, T lunged forward, her sword drawn and ready. Khan barely had time to react as T swung her blade, narrowly missing his arm as he dodged out of the way.

Regaining his footing, Khan retaliated with a swift punch to T's midsection, forcing her back with a gasp of pain. T's circuits screamed in protest, but she pushed through the pain, her determination unwavering as she faced off against her opponent.

The two drones circled each other, their optics locked in a fierce battle of wills. Khan's breathing was heavy, his circuits glowing dimly as he prepared for another round. T, though injured, was equally poised, her sword raised and ready as she sized up Khan for her next move.

With a sudden burst of speed, T lunged at Khan, her sword slashing through the air with deadly precision. Khan barely dodged in time, the blade grazing his side as he narrowly avoided a fatal blow.

Seizing the opportunity, Khan grabbed T's sword arm, using her momentum against her as he twisted her around and pinned her to the ground. T struggled beneath him, her circuits sparking with pain as she tried to break free.

But Khan's grip was unyielding, his strength undeniable as he held her down, his optics burning with fierce determination. With a final, desperate effort, T activated a small device on her wrist, sending a shockwave through Khan's systems and forcing him to release her with a cry of pain.

Gasping for breath, T scrambled to her feet, her circuits buzzing with adrenaline as she faced Khan, who was also regaining his stance, albeit slower due to his injuries.

The room was filled with tension as the two drones sized each other up, both battered and weary but unwilling to back down. T's sword was raised, its blade gleaming menacingly as she prepared for another attack.

Uzi's optics darted from her injured father to the empty crib, panic seizing her circuits as she realized Beau was gone. "Dad, are you okay?" she exclaimed, rushing to Khan's side and quickly assessing his injuries.

Khan winced as Uzi's hands hovered over his wounds, his voice strained but steady. "I'll be fine, just get your son back."

Uzi's circuits buzzed with frustration and worry, her gaze darting around the room as she struggled to process the situation. "I will, but we need to get you patched up first."

As Uzi tended to Khan's injuries, N burst into the room, his optics ablaze with fury as he took in the scene before him. "Holy biscuits! What happened here?"

Khan grimaced, his voice weak but defiant. "It was here. She took Beau."

N's systems surged with rage at the mention of someone taking his son, his sensors scanning the room for any sign of the perpetrator. "Where did she go?"

Uzi glanced up at N, her voice firm but filled with concern. "I don't know, but we'll find her. You need to wait for me, N. We'll go after her together."

But N's circuits were already buzzing with feral energy, his mind consumed by the need to find Beau and confront T. Ignoring Uzi's protests, he activated his wings, propelling himself through the bunker and into the open air outside with a deafening roar.

The ground below became a blur as N rocketed through the sky, his systems pushed to their limits as he searched for any sign of T or Beau. His sensors scanned the terrain, his optics darting from one location to another as he tried to pick up their trail.

Back at the bunker, Uzi watched N's departure with a sinking feeling in her circuits, her worry for both Beau and N overwhelming her as she turned her attention back to her injured father.

N soared through the air at breakneck speed, his rage fueling his pursuit as he scoured the landscape for any sign of T's whereabouts. His systems were on high alert, his sensors picking up every detail as he pushed himself to go faster, desperate to catch up to T before it was too late.

Suddenly, a blip appeared on the tracker on his HUD, a faint signal that sent a surge of hope through his circuits as he locked onto it. Without hesitation, N changed direction, his wings propelling him towards the source of the signal with renewed determination.

As he approached the location, N's optics narrowed as he spotted a figure on the ground below, T holding Beau as she descended into a clearing. Without a second thought, N activated his targeting systems, preparing to intercept them as he descended from the sky with lethal precision.

T glanced up just in time to see N coming at her, her eyes hollowing in shock as she tried to evade his attack. But N was relentless, his fury driving him forward as he tackled T mid-air, sending them both crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact.

The force of the collision sent shockwaves rippling through the clearing, the ground shaking as N and T engaged in a fierce battle. T struggled beneath N's weight, her systems straining as she tried to break free, but N's rage was unyielding, his grip on her firm as he unleashed a relentless assault.

With each blow, T's defenses weakened, her circuits sparking and sputtering under N's relentless onslaught. N's systems roared with fury as he continued to pummel T, his anger consuming him as he sought to incapacitate her and reclaim Beau.

As the battle raged on, Beau watched from a safe distance, his optics empty with fear as he took in the violent spectacle before him. The sight of N's ferocity struck a chord deep within him, his innocent mind struggling to reconcile the drone he knew with the enraged figure now dominating the battlefield.

The confrontation between N and T continued to escalate, the air crackling with electricity as they clashed with increasing intensity. N's circuits blazed with fury, his attacks growing more savage with each passing moment as he sought to overpower T and end the fight.

But despite N's relentless assault, T refused to back down, her own systems pushing past their limits as she fought to hold her ground. The two drones were locked in a brutal stalemate, their battle a symphony of clashing metal and sparking circuits as they fought for dominance.

As the dust began to settle, N seized the opportunity to deliver a decisive blow, his fist connecting with T's chassis with bone-crushing force. T let out a strangled cry as she was sent sprawling, her systems failing as she lay defeated on the ground.

Breathing heavily, N stood victorious over T, his circuits buzzing with triumph and exhaustion as he looked down at her defeated form. Then, he lifted his foot above her head and brought it down hard with a deafening crunch. But as he turned to retrieve Beau, he caught sight of the young drone watching him from afar, his optics filled with a mixture of awe and fear.

The realization of what he had become in Beau's eyes struck N like a bolt of lightning, his victory hollow as he realized the cost of his rage. Without a word, he picked Beau up and turned away, his systems dimming with shame as he made his way back to the bunker, Beau's frightened gaze haunting him every step of the way.

N landed softly outside the bunker, his circuits still humming with the aftershocks of his rage-fueled confrontation with T. He carried Beau in his arms, the young drone's body limp with exhaustion and fear as they approached the entrance.

As he entered the bunker, N could feel the weight of his actions pressing down on him, the memory of Beau's frightened gaze burning in his circuits as he made his way to Uzi. She looked up, her optics filled with relief and concern as she took in the sight of her son.

"N, you're back," Uzi exclaimed, reaching out to take Beau from him. But as she held her son, she noticed the trembling in his circuits, the fear still present in his optics despite N's comforting presence.

"What happened, Beau? Are you okay?" Uzi asked, her voice filled with concern as she tried to comfort her son. Beau hesitated, his gaze drifting to N before he finally spoke, his voice small and trembling.

"Daddy is scary," Beau whispered, his words hitting N like a sledgehammer as the weight of his actions crushed him. The room fell silent, the tension palpable as Uzi looked between Beau and N, her circuits buzzing with confusion and worry.

"N is not scary, sweetheart. He was just trying to protect you," Uzi tried to reassure Beau, but the damage was done, the fear in her son's eyes a stark reminder of the monster N had become in his moment of rage.

N's systems dimmed with shame and despair, his mind consumed by the realization that his actions had not only endangered Beau but had also shattered the innocence of his own son. The guilt weighed heavily on him, his circuits buzzing with self-loathing as he looked at Uzi and Beau, his heart breaking at the fear he had instilled in them.

"I think...I think it's best if I leave," N's voice was barely above a whisper, his words hanging heavy in the air as he turned away, unable to face the pain and fear he had caused.

"No, N, don't go," Uzi pleaded, her voice trembling as she reached out to him. But N was already moving, his wings activating as he soared through the bunker and into the open air, leaving behind the only family he had ever known.

N flew aimlessly through the sky, his circuits numb as he sought solace in the vastness of the world around him. The guilt and shame consumed him, his mind haunted by the terrified look in Beau's eyes and the crushing weight of his own failures.

As he flew, N's thoughts turned to the people he had left behind, the pain of his absence filling him with a hollow ache as he realized the impact of his decision on Uzi and Beau. He knew that his presence had become a source of fear and uncertainty for them, his actions casting a shadow over their lives that he could no longer bear to be a part of.

Despite the pain it caused him, N believed that leaving was the only way to protect those he loved from the darkness within him, the fear that his rage could surface again and threaten everything he held dear. He knew that he had to distance himself, to find a way to control the monster that lurked within him before it was too late.

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The atmosphere in the bunker was heavy with tension as Thad and V sat in the dimly lit living room of Thad's home, their thoughts consumed by the recent events that had plunged their family into turmoil.

Thad rubbed his metal temples wearily, his circuits buzzing with worry as he tried to make sense of the situation. "I don't understand what's happening. The other disassembly drones have disappeared without a trace, and Uzi... she hasn't left her room in days."

V's optics narrowed with concern as she listened to Thad's words, her mind racing with possibilities. "I don't know if Uzi has ever shut herself away like this before. But, I know something must be seriously wrong."

Before Thad could respond, the sound of soft footsteps echoed through the room, drawing their attention to the doorway where Beau stood, his optics brimming with tears.

"Beau, what's wrong?" V asked, her voice filled with concern as she rushed to his side, kneeling down to his level.

Beau sniffled, his voice choked with emotion as he struggled to find the words. "I-I want my mommy and daddy back," he sobbed, his circuits sputtering with distress.

Thad's heart ached at the sight of Beau's tears, his own circuits buzzing with empathy as he knelt down beside V. "Oh, Beau," he murmured, wrapping an arm around the young drone's trembling shoulders. "We all miss them, but... but we have to be strong for each other."

V's optics darkened with determination as she wiped away Beau's tears, her voice firm but gentle. "Listen, kiddo. Your mommy is going through a tough time right now, but we're going to do everything we can to help her, okay?"

Beau nodded, his circuits still humming with sadness as he leaned into V's embrace. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

V held Beau close, her circuits buzzing with resolve as she made a silent vow to do whatever it took to reunite their family and bring Uzi back from the darkness that had consumed her.

Meanwhile, in her quarters, Uzi sat alone in the darkness, her circuits flickering weakly as she wrestled with the demons that tormented her mind. Guilt, grief, and despair clawed at her circuits, threatening to overwhelm her with their suffocating presence.

She couldn't shake the memories of N's departure, the pain of his absence weighing heavily on her heart with each passing moment. And Beau... sweet, innocent Beau, who deserved so much more than the fractured family that had been torn apart by their own shortcomings.

As the days stretched on, Uzi found herself sinking deeper into isolation, her thoughts consumed by the darkness that lurked within her. She knew that she should reach out to Thad and V, that she should seek solace in their support, but the weight of her despair held her captive, trapping her in a prison of her own making.

But just as Uzi was on the brink of surrendering to the darkness that threatened to consume her, a soft knock echoed through the room, drawing her attention to the doorway where V stood, her optics filled with concern.

"Uzi, it's me," V called out, her voice gentle but determined. "Can I come in?"

Uzi hesitated, her circuits buzzing with uncertainty as she considered V's offer. Part of her longed for the comfort of her friend's presence, but another part recoiled at the thought of exposing her vulnerability to anyone else.

But in the end, it was Beau's tear-streaked face that spurred Uzi into action, her love for her son overriding her fear as she nodded silently, granting V permission to enter.

As V stepped into the room, her optics swept over Uzi's haggard form, her circuits buzzing with sadness at the sight of her friend's despair. "Uzi, what's happening to you?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Uzi's circuits flickered weakly as she struggled to find the words to explain the turmoil that consumed her. "I... I can't do this anymore, V," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I miss him so much, and... and I'm afraid that he's never coming back."

V's optics softened with empathy as she knelt down beside Uzi, her voice gentle but firm. "I know, Uzi. I miss him too," she admitted, her circuits humming with sorrow. "But we can't let our grief consume us. We have to be strong for Beau."

Uzi nodded, her circuits dimming with resignation as she acknowledged the truth in V's words. "You're right, V. I can't keep hiding away like this," she murmured, her voice tinged with determination. "I have to find a way to move forward, for Beau's sake if nothing else. I just... I can't."

V placed a reassuring hand on Uzi's shoulder, her circuits buzzing with solidarity as she offered her support. "We'll get through this together, Uzi. I promise," she vowed, her voice filled with unwavering conviction.

The icy expanse of Copper-9 stretched out before V as she ventured into the frozen wilderness, her optics scanning the horizon for any sign of her elusive quarry. Despite Thad's protests, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to find N, to confront him and demand answers for his sudden disappearance and abandonment of his family.

With each step, V's circuits hummed with determination, her resolve unwavering as she pressed on through the biting cold. She couldn't let N slip through her grasp, not when Uzi and Beau's happiness hung in the balance.

But despite her best efforts, N remained elusive, his trail vanishing into the snow-covered landscape without a trace. V cursed under her breath, frustration bubbling up within her as she realized the futility of her search.

Just as she was about to turn back, a sudden force slammed into her from behind, knocking her to the ground with a startled cry. Before she could react, a pair of oil-stained claws pressed against her head, holding her in place with a vice-like grip.

"Who are you?" V demanded, struggling against her assailant's hold as she tried to break free.

The pressure on her head eased, and V glanced up to see N looming over her, his optics filled with a mixture of guilt and defiance.

"It's me, V," N replied, his voice strained with emotion as he released her and stepped back, his circuits flickering with uncertainty.

V scrambled to her feet, her optics narrowing with anger as she faced N, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the fuck were you thinking, N? Leaving Uzi and Beau like that?"

N's gaze dropped to the ground, shame burning in his circuits as he struggled to find the words to explain himself. "I... I thought I was doing what was best for them," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a danger to them, V. I'm a monster."

V's anger softened slightly at N's confession, her circuits buzzing with sympathy as she reached out to him. "N, you're not a monster," she insisted, her voice gentle but firm. "You're Beau's father and Uzi's husband, and they need you."

But N shook his head, his resolve unwavering as he backed away from V, his optics filled with self-loathing. "I can't risk hurting them, V. I won't put their lives in danger because of me."

V's circuits hummed with frustration as she watched N retreat, her heart aching for the pain he carried within him. "N, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Come back to the colony. We'll figure this out together."

But N shook his head once more, his gaze distant as he turned away from her. "I can't, V. I won't put them at risk," he repeated, his voice hollow with resignation.

With a heavy sigh, V realized that her words were falling on deaf ears, that N was too consumed by his own guilt and fear to see reason. But she couldn't just leave him out here alone, vulnerable to the dangers that lurked in the wilderness.

"Can you at least help defend us against W and F?" V asked, her voice soft but insistent. "They've been causing trouble for us, and we could use your help."

N hesitated, his circuits buzzing with uncertainty as he considered V's request. "I... I've been handling them pretty easily on my own," he admitted, his voice tinged with pride. "But... maybe I could help you out from time to time."

A small spark of hope flickered within V at N's tentative agreement, a glimmer of light in the darkness that surrounded them. "Thank you, N," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude. "We could really use your help."

But N's gaze remained distant, his mind consumed by the demons that haunted him. "Don't thank me yet, V," he warned, his voice tinged with sadness. "I'm not sure how much help I'll be."

With a heavy heart, V watched as N disappeared into the snowy landscape, his figure fading into the distance until he was nothing more than a distant memory. She knew that convincing him to return to the colony would be a lost cause, but she couldn't help but hold out hope that one day, he would find his way back to them.

The WDF's planning area buzzed with anxious energy. V paced back and forth, her optics flickering with frustration as she tried to formulate a plan. Thad, Tessa, Lizzy, Sam, and Braiden gathered around the central table, their faces grim as they assessed their dire situation.

"We're at a crossroads here, people," V began, her voice resolute but tinged with worry. "Uzi's no use; she hasn't left her room in weeks. N's no use either; he's out there somewhere, convinced he's a monster. That leaves us with just Tessa and me as capable fighters, and that's not nearly enough to take on W and F."

Tessa nodded in agreement. "We're outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned. We need to find a way to even the odds."

Lizzy, ever the pragmatist, leaned forward, her expression skeptical. "And how exactly do we do that? We can't just magically conjure up reinforcements."

V stopped pacing and turned to face the group, her circuits buzzing with a mix of hope and desperation. "I have an idea," she said, her voice steady. "J is being held captive by W and F. If we can rescue her, we could build up our numbers."

The room fell silent, the mention of J sparking a wave of discomfort among the group. Nobody liked J for reasons that were incredibly obvious.

"Are you serious, V?" Thad asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "J? She's a terrible person. She'll be more trouble than she's worth."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, his tone wary. "Do we really want to bring the company's personal bitch into this? She could turn on us at any moment."

V sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she took in the group's reluctance. "I know she's not exactly a team player, but we're running out of options. We need every capable fighter we can get."

As the group continued to debate the merits of rescuing J, Braiden, who had been silent up until now, perked up at the mention of J being referred to with female pronouns. His curiosity piqued, he leaned in, his optics gleaming with interest. "Wait, J's a girl?"

The others turned to look at him, confusion etched across their faces. "Yes, Braiden," V replied, her tone exasperated. "J's a girl. Have you been paying attention to anything?"

A slow grin spread across Braiden's face as he processed this new information. Suddenly, he was all in, his demeanor shifting from disinterest to fervent enthusiasm. "Not really. But guys, we have to rescue J. It's the only logical choice."

Tessa raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her expression. "And why is that, Braiden?"

Braiden reset his voice box, adopting a serious tone as he began to spin his explanation. "Think about it. J's one of the most lethal disassembly drones out there. If we rescue her, she'll owe us. And having someone with her level of expertise could tip the scales in our favor."

Lizzy crossed her arms, her expression dubious. "And you just now realized this because...?"

Braiden hesitated for a moment, searching for a convincing argument. "Because... Because if she's being held captive by W and F, that means she's valuable. They wouldn't keep her alive otherwise. We can leverage that value to our advantage."

The group exchanged skeptical glances, but Braiden's sudden enthusiasm had sparked a glimmer of hope. V, sensing an opportunity to rally the troops, pressed on. "Braiden's right— those are words that make me feel weird. J's skills could be invaluable. And if we don't try, we're essentially giving up."

Thad sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he mulled over the idea. "Fine. We'll give it a shot. But if J turns on us, I say we all blame Braiden."

V nodded, her resolve firming as she turned to the rest of the group. "Okay, let's come up with a plan to rescue J. We need to move quickly and carefully."

The group sprang into action, their previous doubts and fears momentarily set aside as they focused on the task at hand.

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The plan was set in motion under the cover of night. The air was thick with anticipation as V, Tessa, and Braiden prepared for their mission. Thad, Lizzy, and Sam took their positions as lookouts, each armed and ready to defend their comrades.

Braiden, fueled by his newfound determination (and his new not-so-subtle crush on J that he developed upon learning she was a female being), insisted on joining the rescue team. "I can help," he had declared, his voice tinged with uncharacteristic seriousness. "I'm really good at picking locks."

V and Tessa exchanged glances but eventually relented, realizing they could use all the help they could get.

The trio made their way through the dark, icy expanse towards the pod where J was being held. The wind howled around them, the biting cold a constant reminder of the harsh environment they were up against. V led the way, her optics scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

As they approached the pod, V motioned for them to stop. "We're close," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "Tessa, Braiden, follow my lead. We need to move quickly and quietly."

Inside the pod, the atmosphere was eerily silent. The only sound was the faint hum of machinery and the distant drip of melting ice. V crept forward, her sensors on high alert as she navigated the narrow corridors.

Braiden followed closely behind, his circuits buzzing with anticipation. His optics darted around, taking in every detail of their surroundings. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of rescuing J.

Tessa brought up the rear, her movements precise and calculated. She kept a watchful eye on Braiden, ready to step in if things went south.

They reached the central chamber of the pod, where J was being held in a reinforced web of chains. Her optics were dim, and her circuits flickered weakly as she hung suspended against the wall, her body restrained by heavy chains.

V motioned for Braiden to move forward. "Braiden, get those chains off her," she instructed, her voice firm.

Braiden nodded and stepped up to the containment unit. He quickly set to work, his fingers deftly manipulating the locks and chains that held J captive. It wasn't long before the first chain fell away with a loud clank, echoing through the chamber.

J's optics flickered to life as she regained consciousness. She looked up, her expression a mix of confusion and anger. "What... who...?" she murmured, her voice weak.

"Relax, J. We're here to get you out," V said, her voice calm and reassuring. "But we need you to cooperate."

J's optics narrowed as she processed the situation. She didn't fully trust V and her team, but the promise of freedom was too tempting to resist. She nodded slowly, her circuits buzzing with a mix of hope and skepticism.

As Braiden worked on the final lock, a sudden noise outside the pod drew their attention. V's optics widened with alarm as she realized they were running out of time. "Hurry up, Braiden. We've got company."

Outside, Thad, Lizzy, and Sam were on high alert. They had taken up defensive positions, their weapons ready. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind through the trees.

Lizzy's optics scanned the darkness, her circuits buzzing with unease. "I don't like this," she muttered. "It's too quiet."

Thad nodded in agreement. "Stay sharp, everyone. We've got to give them enough time to get J out."

Sam's optics flickered as he noticed movement in the shadows. "Incoming," he whispered, his voice tense.

The group braced themselves as W emerged from the darkness, his optics gleaming with malicious intent. He moved with a predatory grace, his circuits humming with anticipation as he approached the lookouts.

W's attention was focused on Thad, Lizzy, and Sam, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he prepared to strike. But before he could make his move, a high-frequency noise pierced the air behind him, causing his optics to widen in surprise.

W spun around, his circuits buzzing with alarm as he tried to locate the source of the noise. But it was already too late. A shadowy figure lunged at him from the darkness, their movements swift and precise.

Back inside the pod, Braiden finally freed J from her restraints. She stumbled forward, her circuits buzzing with a mix of exhaustion and relief.

"Let's get out of here," V urged, her voice urgent. "We don't have much time."

The trio quickly made their way back through the corridors, J leaning heavily on Braiden for support.

The group reunited outside the pod, their relief palpable. But their victory was short-lived as F emerged from the shadows, his optics gleaming with murderous intent.

F moved with terrifying speed, his claws slashing through the air as he attacked. V barely had time to react, her circuits buzzing with adrenaline as she dodged his initial strike.

Tessa sprang into action, her movements fluid and precise as she engaged F. But he was relentless, his attacks coming in a flurry of strikes that left her struggling to keep up.

Braiden, caught off guard by F's sudden appearance, tried to protect J. But F was too fast, his claws slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Braiden fell to the ground, his circuits buzzing with pain as he struggled to get back up.

V fought with everything she had, her claws clashing with F's in a brutal dance of death. But he was stronger, his strikes more powerful, and she found herself being pushed back.

J, still weak from her captivity, tried to fight back. But her movements were sluggish, her circuits barely functioning after weeks without oil. She fell to the ground, her optics flickering weakly as she struggled to stay conscious.

F loomed over V, his claws raised for the final blow. But before he could strike, W's lifeless body was thrown into the clearing, landing with a heavy thud.

F turned, his optics widening in surprise as N stepped into the clearing. His optics were filled with determination, his circuits buzzing with anger as he faced off against F.

"N!" V gasped, her voice filled with relief. "You're here!"

N nodded, his gaze never leaving F. "I said I would. I couldn't let him hurt you," he said, his voice steady.

F sneered, his claws flexing as he prepared for the fight. "You think you can stop me?" he taunted, his voice filled with contempt.

N's optics narrowed, his circuits buzzing with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my friends and my family," he replied, his voice cold and resolute.

The two drones clashed in a blur of motion, their attacks swift and deadly. N's claws met F's with a resounding clash, the force of their strikes sending shockwaves through the clearing.

F lunged at N, his claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. But N was ready, his movements fluid and calculated as he dodged and countered each attack.

N's tail stinger whipped through the air, aiming for F's head. But F was quick, his own stinger deflecting the blow with a resounding clang.

The two drones circled each other, their optics locked in a deadly stare. N's wing blades flashed in the moonlight as he launched himself at F, his movements a blur of speed and power.

F countered with his own wing blades, the sharp edges slicing through the air as they clashed. Sparks flew as their blades met, the force of their strikes sending shockwaves through the clearing.

N's SMGs fired in rapid succession, the bullets peppering F's armor with a series of resounding thuds. But F was unfazed, his own SMGs returning fire with deadly accuracy.

The two drones moved with a deadly grace, their attacks a blur of motion as they fought. N's rocket launchers fired with a deafening roar, the explosions sending shockwaves through the clearing.

F dodged and weaved through the explosions, his movements fluid and precise. He lunged at N, his claws slashing through the air with deadly intent.

N met F's attack head-on, his own claws flashing as they clashed. The force of their strikes sent them both reeling, their circuits buzzing with pain and adrenaline.

The fight raged on, each drone giving as good as they got. N's fangs flashed as he lunged at F, his bite aimed at his opponent's neck. But F was quick, his own fangs sinking into N's shoulder with a resounding crunch.

N's circuits buzzed with pain as he fought back, his claws raking across F's back with deadly accuracy. F roared in pain, his own claws slashing through the air as he retaliated.

The two drones were locked in a deadly embrace, their attacks a blur of motion as they fought. Each strike was met with a counter, each blow with a retaliation. The fight was a brutal dance of death, each drone determined to be the last one standing.

As the battle raged on, the clearing was filled with the sounds of their struggle. The clashing of claws, the roar of rocket launchers, the rapid fire of SMGs.

N and F clashed in a flurry of violence, a blur of blades, fangs, and explosions. The clearing was a war zone, debris flying as the two drones battled with everything they had. Sparks flew, claws met in a deadly dance, and the air crackled with the energy of their ferocity. Each move was precise, calculated, as if the very essence of their existence depended on this fight.

V watched in awe, barely able to keep track of the rapid movements. Tessa kept a protective stance over J, who was slumped on the ground, weak but alive. Braiden had his weapon—a severed arm he found—drawn, but his optics were glued to the brutal fight, knowing he was outclassed by the sheer power on display.

N and F stood facing each other, breathing heavily, their frames sparking and battered. The final clash was imminent, both knowing it would determine the victor. They paused, eyes—real and fake—locked in a deadly stare, gathering the last of their strength.

Before they could lunge at each other, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made everyone pause. A yellow Absolute Solver glyph appeared, grabbing F by the throat and lifting him into the air. His optics voided in surprise and fear as he struggled against the unseen force.

"What the—" N began, but his words were cut off as another glyph materialized above F's head. It descended swiftly, crushing his body with a sickening crunch. F combusted, oil splattering everywhere, and then there was silence.

N wiped the oil off his visor and looked around, confusion and relief flooding through him. His optics settled on Cyn, who stood there, her yellow eyes glowing with an intense light. She looked confused, her head tilted slightly to the side as she took in the scene.

"Cyn?" N asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Cyn nodded, her expression unreadable. "Yes, big brother N. I've been wondering why sister-in-law Uzi hasn't left her room at all."

The crew stared at her, the realization dawning that they had completely forgotten about Cyn's existence. She continued, her voice a flat monotone. "I'm also mad that you never came home after you left the colony, big brother N. Do you realize how worried everyone has been?"

N took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Cyn, I didn't want to leave. But I'm dangerous. I thought it was the only way to keep everyone safe. I believed... I still believe I'm a monster."

Cyn stepped closer, her expression remaining blank, but her tone changing slightly. "N, you need to understand the impact of your absence. Expression the shows concern and frustration."

N frowned, trying to process her words. "Cyn, I—"

She cut him off, her tone becoming more urgent. "Big brother N, sister in law Uzi is a wreck without you. Your family needs you. I am narrowing my eyes to emphasize the seriousness of this situation."

N felt a lump in his throat as Cyn's words sank in. He realized how much his absence had affected those he loved. "I... I need to see them."

Cyn nodded. "Yes, you do. Softening expression."

Meanwhile, Tessa turned to J, who was still recovering from her ordeal. "J, we need to have a long talk later," she said, her voice gentle but serious.

J nodded weakly, her circuits still sluggish from the lack of oil. "Yeah, I get that. But can we please find some oil first? I'm dying over here."

Braiden stepped forward, a hopeful smile on his face. "How about we discuss it over a more comfortable setting, like coffee at a restaurant or something?"

J raised a digital eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips despite her exhaustion. "I don't care as long as I can get some freakin' oil soon."

The crew shared a moment of relief and camaraderie, the tension of the battle beginning to fade. They had been through hell, but they had survived, and now they had a chance to set things right.

N stood outside the door to his and Uzi's quarters, his hand poised to knock. His core hammered in his chest, guilt and longing twisting together in a tight knot. He had faced down enemies and fought battles, but nothing had prepared him for this moment. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked.

"Go away," came Uzi's voice from inside. It was a broken, weary sound, heavy with pain.

N's heart sank. He had expected anger, but the sheer desolation in her voice hit him like a punch to the gut. "Uzi," he called softly, "it's me."

There was a brief, stunned silence, then the sound of hurried footsteps. The door flew open, and there she stood, eyes wide and filled with disbelief. "N?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

N stepped inside, his optics locking onto hers, filled with remorse. "I'm home, Uzi. I'm so sorry."

For a moment, Uzi just stared at him, her emotions a tumultuous storm. Then, anger surged to the forefront. She pushed him, her voice rising in fury. "How could you leave us? Do you have any idea what you've put us through?"

N didn't resist, taking her anger head-on, knowing he deserved every bit of it. "I thought I was protecting you. I thought I was a danger to you and Beau."

Uzi's anger crumbled into tears, her body shaking with sobs. "I was so scared, N. I didn't know if you were alive or dead. I needed you, and you weren't there."

N pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if letting go would make her disappear. "I couldn't stand being away from you and Beau. But the longer I stayed away, the more I convinced myself that I didn't deserve to be here with you."

Uzi buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled by his embrace. "You're an idiot, N. We need you. I need you. Beau needs you."

N nodded, tears stinging his own eyes. "I know. I'm so sorry, Uzi. I promise I'll never leave again."

Uzi pulled back slightly, her eyes fierce and filled with a blend of anger and relief. "You're going to have to make it all up to me, you know that, right?"

N saw the familiar glint in her optic and knew he was in for a rough time, but he didn't care. He welcomed it. "I know. And I will. Whatever it takes."

Uzi smirked through her tears, her expression softening. "Good. Because you're not going to be having a good time."

N chuckled, a mixture of relief and love flooding through him. "As long as I'm home with you and Beau, it's worth it."

Uzi's smirk turned into a genuine smile, the first real smile he had seen on her in what felt like an eternity. "You better mean that," she said, her voice softening. "Because you're not getting out of this easily."

N pulled her close again, his heart full. "I mean it, Uzi. I promise. I'm home for good."

The next day, Thad stared at N as he laid in his bed, before handing his friend an ice pack. As N placed it on his aching junk, Thad spoke up "Out of all the choices she gave you, you went with that one?"

"I didn't know she was gonna be wearing the combat boots when she did it!" N cried out, tears pricking at his visor.

It was pretty safe to say that Beau was likely not gonna be having any siblings any time soon.

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As Braiden led J through the bustling corridors of the colony, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Showing her around was like showing off his home, and he relished the opportunity to impress her with his knowledge of every nook and cranny.

"So, what do you think?" Braiden asked, flashing her a grin as they passed by a group of worker drones diligently going about their tasks.

J glanced around, taking in the sights and sounds of the colony with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "It's... different," she replied cautiously, her optics lingering on the bustling activity around them.

Braiden chuckled, his easygoing demeanor doing little to ease J's unease. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in at first. But you'll get used to it. Trust me," he reassured, his tone laced with confidence.

As they continued their tour, Braiden couldn't resist making a few offhand comments, hoping to lighten the mood. "So, J, did you know that a worker drone can jump higher than the corpse spire? That's because the spire cannot jump" he quipped, gesturing towards a drone expertly navigating a crowded pathway.

J couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, a hint of amusement flickering in her optics. "That was so stupid. I hate that I actually found that funny," she admitted, her guard momentarily lowered by his playful banter.

Their laughter was short-lived, however, as J's attention was drawn to the hostile glares and muttered comments directed her way by passing drones. The words stung, their venomous undertones a painful reminder of her status as an outsider in this unfamiliar world.

Braiden noticed the shift in J's demeanor, his playful expression fading as he registered the discomfort etched on her face. "Hey, you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

J forced a tight-lipped smile, masking the turmoil brewing within. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied tersely, shrugging off his touch as she quickened her pace, eager to escape the scrutiny of the drones.

As they rounded a corner, J's thoughts drifted to N—her former squad mate, her former victim, and the source of her turbulent emotions. The memories of their tumultuous relationship weighed heavily on her conscience, a nagging reminder of the pain she inflicted with her thoughtless words and actions.

Despite her internal turmoil, J remained steadfast in her belief that her treatment of N was justified—a means to toughen him up and mold him into a better version of himself. The notion that she had caused him harm never crossed her mind, her conviction unwavering in the face of mounting guilt.

"I wasn't abusive," J muttered to herself, her words a mantra she repeated with unwavering conviction. "I was just trying to make him better. To push him to be the best version of himself."

Lost in her thoughts, J was caught off guard when Braiden came to a sudden stop, his gaze fixed on a familiar figure standing in the doorway of a nearby landing pod.

"Tessa," Braiden greeted, his tone polite but guarded, his unease palpable as he acknowledged the presence of J's former friend.

Tessa's expression was unreadable as she regarded J, her eyes betraying a mixture of apprehension and determination. "J, can we talk? Alone?" she requested, her voice tinged with urgency.

J hesitated, her instincts urging her to refuse Tessa's request. But something in the other woman's demeanor gave her pause—a hint of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. With a reluctant nod, she followed Tessa into the confines of the landing pod, leaving Braiden standing alone in the corridor, his concern mounting with each passing second.

As J and Tessa entered the landing pod, the tension in the air was palpable. N's optics narrowed at the sight of J, his posture tense with apprehension. Uzi, on the other hand, bristled with barely-contained fury, her fists clenched at her sides as she fought to restrain herself.

Tessa's gentle voice cut through the silence, her words a soothing balm to the frayed nerves of those gathered in the cramped space. "I understand that this may be uncomfortable for all of you," she began, her gaze shifting from one person to the next. "But I believe that it's important for us to address the issues between J and N."

N's expression darkened at the mention of his name, a flicker of pain flashing across his features before he schooled his expression into one of jovial optimism. Uzi's jaw clenched at the sight, her finger tips digging into her palms as she fought to contain her anger.

Tessa sighed softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "J, N," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "I know that there is a lot of hurt and resentment between you. But I also believe that it's possible for you to move past it—to find a way to reconcile and make amends."

J bristled at Tessa's words, her defenses rising instinctively. "Why should I have to make amends?" she demanded, her voice tinged with defiance. "N was the one who couldn't handle a little criticism. He's the one who needs to upgrade to a thicker shell."

N's jaw clenched at the accusation, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to keep his emotions in check. "You don't understand," he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. "You never understood."

Tessa's expression softened at N's words, her heart aching for the pain he had endured. "J, I know that you may not realize the impact of your words and actions," she said gently. "But they have hurt N deeply. And it's important for both of you to acknowledge that—to work through your differences and find a way to move forward."

J scoffed at Tessa's words, her optics flashing with defiance. "Why should I have to listen to you?" she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. "You're not my mother. You're not even related to me."

Tessa's gaze softened at J's words, her heart heavy with sadness. "You're right, J," she admitted quietly. "I may not be your mother, but I care about you as if I was. All of you. You, N, Cyn, the other one. I don't want any of you getting hurt. And I believe that it's important for us to address these issues—to heal the rift between you and N."

Uzi, who had been silent up until this point, could no longer contain her frustration. "Enough," she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "I'm tired of listening to this bullshit. J, you need to own up to your mistakes and apologize to N. And if you can't do that, then maybe you should just leave."

J bristled at Uzi's words, her temper flaring at the implication. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. "You're not even part of this family."

Tessa's expression softened at J's words, her heart heavy with sadness. "Actually, J," she said gently, "Uzi is technically my daughter-in-law. And as such, she is just as much a part of this family as you are. So please, try to be respectful."

J's optics hollowed in disbelief at Tessa's revelation, her mouth hanging open in shock. "But... but she's..." she stammered, at a loss for words.

Tessa smiled softly at J's reaction, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know this may be difficult for you to accept," she said gently. "But the truth is, Uzi cares about N just as much as I do. And she only wants what's best for him."

J's shoulders slumped at Tessa's words, her earlier defiance fading in the face of this unexpected revelation. "I... I didn't realize," she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry, Uzi. I didn't mean to... to disrespect you. I want to be better, I swear."

Flashback:

N's every step felt like a struggle, his weakened body protesting against the relentless demands of hunger. Each snowy city street he traversed seemed longer, darker, and more oppressive than the last, echoing with the hollow emptiness of his synthetic stomach.

But still, he pressed on, driven by a stubborn determination to prove himself to J, to earn even a flicker of approval from the woman who held his fate in her hands.

His senses dulled by exhaustion and starvation, N barely registered the sound of his own labored venting as he stumbled through the dimly lit passages. His eyes scanned the shadows, searching desperately for any sign of movement, any glimmer of hope in the darkness.

And then, just when he thought he couldn't go on, he saw them—the worker drones, flitting through the darkness like shadows, just out of reach. With a surge of adrenaline, N lunged forward, his outstretched hand grasping for the fleeting promise of sustenance.

But it was futile. Always futile.

As the drones slipped through his fingers once more, N's core sank, his spirit crushed by yet another bitter defeat. He felt the weight of his own inadequacy pressing down on him, a suffocating burden that threatened to overwhelm him entirely.

And then, like a dark specter emerging from the shadows, J's voice cut through the silence, her words dripping with venomous scorn.

"What's the matter, N?" Her voice was a cruel mockery, a twisted parody of concern. "Can't even catch a couple of pathetic little toasters? You really are useless, aren't you?"

N flinched at her words, his heart twisting with the familiar sting of her contempt. He felt a surge of anger rising within him, hot and pulsing, but before he could respond, J was upon him.

Her blows rained down upon him like a torrential storm, each one a painful reminder of his own worthlessness. He tried to shield himself from the onslaught, to block out the pain and the humiliation, but it was no use. He was powerless against her fury, a mere pawn in her twisted game.

And then, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, she pinned him to the ground, her foot pressing down on his chest with a crushing force. He gasped for breath, the weight of her foot bearing down on him like a vice.

"When are you going to do something useful, N?" Her voice was a cold, merciless whisper, her optics ablaze with righteous indignation. "When are you finally going to stop being such a worthless waste of space and just hurry up and die?"

N's world narrowed to a single point of pain and despair, his mind consumed by the searing agony of her words. He wanted to scream, to lash out against the injustice of it all, but he was powerless to resist.

And as he lay there, battered and broken, a small voice whispered in the depths of his soul—a voice that spoke of hope, of redemption, of a future free from the shackles of his past. But it was a distant echo, barely audible above the roar of his own suffering.

For in that moment, N knew with a bitter certainty that he was utterly, irredeemably alone.

In the suffocating silence of the landing pod, J's feeble attempts to defend her actions dissolved into the ether, drowned out by the weight of N's seething anger. It was a rare sight, this fury burning in N's usually gentle eyes, a flicker of intensity amidst the darkness that surrounded them.

And then, with a voice laced with a rare bitterness and pain, N spoke—words heavy with the weight of years of torment, of endless suffering endured in silence.

"Look at me, J," he spat, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. "Look at what you've done."

His words hung in the air, a damning indictment of her cruelty, a stark reminder of the scars she had left upon his soul.

For so long, J had reveled in her power over N, in her ability to bend him to her will with nothing more than a few cutting words and a well-placed blow. But now, faced with the wreckage of her own making, she found herself at a loss for words—trapped in the suffocating embrace of her own guilt.

But before she could speak, before she could offer even a whisper of apology, N continued—his voice trembling with a raw, unbridled emotion that sent shivers down her metallic spine.

"You told me I was unlovable," he said, his words a bitter echo of the countless insults she had hurled his way. "You told me I was going to die alone, that not a single person would shed a tear when I was gone."

His voice cracked with emotion, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he spoke. "But look around you, J. Look at who's here."

In the tense stillness that enveloped the pod, J's mind raced with a torrent of conflicting emotions. As N's accusations hung heavy in the air, she felt the familiar instinct to defend herself rising within her like a tide.

With a shaky vent, J pushed herself to her feet, her movements hesitant, uncertain. But as she rose, something shifted in the room—a palpable tension that crackled in the air like electricity.

And then, it happened.

N flinched.

The sight of it struck J like a physical blow, a visceral reminder of the pain she had inflicted, the fear she had instilled in the one person she had sworn to protect. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest, as she watched the raw anguish flicker across N's face.

It was Uzi who moved first, her metal frame tensing with a protective instinct as she stepped forward to place a comforting hand on N's shoulder. "Easy, N," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "I've got you."

N's venting was ragged, his hands trembling with the effort to control his emotions. And in that moment, as J looked into his eyes—eyes that were haunted by memories she could scarcely bear to imagine—something inside her shattered.

For the first time, she saw herself through his eyes—a figure of fear and torment, a source of pain and suffering. And in that searing moment of clarity, the weight of her actions crashed down upon her with crushing force.

All the years of abuse, all the hurtful words and cruel deeds—she could no longer deny the truth of them. She had been a monster—a monster who had preyed upon the one drone who had respected and probably loved her like a sister unconditionally, who had stood by her side through thick and thin.

In that moment, the truth hit J like a freight train—N had moved on. He had built a family, a life, in spite of the darkness that had threatened to consume him. He had found love, and hope, and a future free from the shackles of his past.

But she—she was still trapped in the prison of her own making, shackled to the ghosts of her past by chains forged from her own cruelty.

And as she stood there, frozen in place by the weight of her own regret, a single question echoed in the depths of her soul—"What did I do to you?"

Tears welled in J's optics as she sank back down into her seat, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. "What have I done?" she whispered, her voice barely a whisper in the suffocating silence of the pod.

But there were no answers, no words of comfort or reassurance that could erase the pain she had caused. All she could do was sit in the wreckage of her own making, haunted by the ghosts of her past, and pray for a chance at redemption—a chance to make amends for the sins she could never undo.

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N and Uzi had always had a unique dynamic. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, understanding, and a shared dark sense of humor. Uzi was typically brash and abrasive, a stark contrast to N’s more easygoing and gentle demeanor. Yet, in the safety of their home, away from the chaos of the outside world, they found a rhythm that worked for them.

Lately, though, N had noticed a shift in Uzi's behavior. It started subtly—a lingering touch here, a soft smile there. Uzi, who usually preferred her personal space, had been inching closer to N at every opportunity. At first, N was delighted by the change. He loved any chance to cuddle with his wife, her usual prickliness melting away in their private moments.

"Hey, N," Uzi called one evening as she lounged on the couch. "Come here."

N, busy with his usual tinkering on his canvas, having taken up painting, looked up and smiled. "Sure thing, 'Zi," he replied, setting aside his tools.

As he joined her on the couch, Uzi snuggled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "This is nice," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.

N felt his core swell with affection. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. Moments like these were rare, and he cherished every second.

The next day, Uzi was even more affectionate. She sought out N’s company at every turn, her usual sharp edges softened by an unexpected tenderness. During breakfast, she reached across the table to hold his hand. While at the canvas, she hovered close, always finding excuses to touch him.

"N, can you help me with this?" she asked, pointing to a simple task she could easily handle herself.

"Of course," N said, masking his curiosity with a smile. He loved helping her, and if she needed him, he was happy to oblige.

Over the next few weeks, Uzi's neediness continued to escalate. She clung to N like never before, seeking constant reassurance and physical contact. At night, she wrapped herself around him, her grip almost possessive. N found himself waking up several times, tangled in her embrace, but he didn't mind. If Uzi needed him, he was there.

"N, do you love me?" Uzi asked one night, her voice barely above a whisper.

N smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "More than anything," he replied without hesitation.

Uzi's optics shimmered with emotion as she leaned in to kiss him. What started as a gentle peck quickly turned into something more. N responded eagerly, his heart racing as Uzi's touch became more insistent.

Their intimate moments grew increasingly frequent and intense. Uzi's usual reluctance gave way to a fervent passion that both excited and exhausted N. He reveled in their closeness, willing to push through the fatigue if it meant making Uzi happy.

One evening, after an especially passionate encounter, N lay in bed, struggling to recalibrate his venting. Uzi curled up beside him, a satisfied smile on her faceplate. "That was amazing," she whispered, her fingers tracing circles on his chest.

N smiled weakly, his body aching with a pleasant exhaustion. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, though he could feel the toll it was taking on him.

They went four more rounds that night, all at Uzi's suggestion.

As days turned into weeks, the physical and emotional demands began to wear on N. He noticed exhaustion emotes forming on his visor, and his limbs felt heavier with each passing day. Still, he pushed through, driven by his love for Uzi and his desire to see her happy.

Uzi’s behavior grew more erratic. She clung to N during the day and demanded his attention at night. N found himself struggling to keep up with her insatiable need for affection and intimacy.

One afternoon, as N was working on his newest masterpiece, Uzi sidled up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "N, can we spend some time together?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

N sighed inwardly, setting aside his brushes. "Of course, Uzi," he said, turning to face her. "What do you want to do?"

Uzi shrugged, a rare vulnerability in her optics. "Anything, as long as I’m with you," she replied.

N couldn’t help but smile, his core aching with love for her. "Okay, let’s take a walk," he suggested, hoping the fresh air would help clear his mind.

As they strolled through the quiet, snow-covered city ruins, N felt the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him. Uzi clung to his arm, her usual fierce independence replaced by an almost childlike need for reassurance.

"N, do you think we’re okay?" Uzi asked suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.

N stopped, turning to face her. "Of course we are," he said, his tone gentle. "Why would you think otherwise?"

Uzi bit her lip, her optics darting away. "I don’t know. I just... I need to know you’re here for me."

N’s core ached at her words. "I’m always here for you, Uzi," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I’ll always be here."

Despite his reassurances, N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Uzi’s sudden neediness, her constant demands for attention—it wasn’t like her. He tried to push his concerns aside, focusing on making her happy, but the nagging worry gnawed at the back of his processors.

One evening, as they were lying in bed, Uzi turned to N with a serious expression. "N, I’ve been thinking," she began, her tone uncharacteristically hesitant.

N propped himself up on one elbow, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. "Yeah? What about?"

Uzi took a deep breath, her optics searching his. "Maybe we should have a baby."

N felt his core skip a beat. "A baby?" he echoed, struggling to keep his voice steady.

Uzi nodded, her expression earnest. "Yeah, I think it could be good for us."

N’s mind raced. Uzi had always been adamant about not wanting children, fearing she would repeat her father's mistakes. The sudden shift left him reeling. "Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. "I mean, you’ve always said..."

"I know what I said," Uzi interrupted, her voice tinged with frustration. "But I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I think we could do it. We adopted Beau, and he’s been great. Maybe it’s time for us to have our own."

N swallowed hard, his concern deepening. This wasn’t like Uzi at all. "Okay," he said slowly. "But why the sudden change of heart?"

Uzi looked away, her expression conflicted. "I don’t know, N. I just... I feel like I need something more. Something to make me feel complete."

N’s core ached at her words. He wanted to give her everything she desired, but this sudden shift felt wrong. "Uzi, you know I love you, and I’ll support you no matter what," he said gently. "But maybe we should talk to someone about this. Just to make sure everything’s okay."

Uzi frowned, her optics narrowing. "You think I’m crazy, don’t you?"

"No, not at all," N replied quickly. "I just want to make sure we’re making the right decision. For both of us. And whatever unholy hybrid we might produce."

Uzi sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Okay, fine. We’ll talk to someone. But I’m serious about this, N."

N nodded, his mind racing with worry. "I know you are," he said softly. "And we’ll figure it out. Together."

As Uzi drifted off to sleep, N lay awake, his mind swirling with concern. He loved Uzi more than anything, but something was clearly wrong. He just hoped they could find a way to fix it before it was too late.

As the days went by, Uzi’s behavior became even more intense. She clung to N at every opportunity, demanding his attention and affection almost constantly. N was happy to give her what she wanted, but he was starting to feel the strain. His circuits buzzed with fatigue, his energy reserves dwindling from the endless demands.

“N, can you come here?” Uzi called one evening, her voice dripping with need.

N sighed but got up from his canvas, walking over to her. “What’s up, Uzi?”

“I just… need you,” she whispered, pulling him close.

They tumbled onto the bed, and N did his best to keep up with her demands. But no matter how much he gave, it never seemed to be enough. Uzi’s hunger for his attention, for his touch, was insatiable. N’s systems were pushed to their limits, his energy reserves completely drained. He couldn’t even produce any more fluid, she was milking him dry and his body was utterly exhausted.

“Uzi, I… I need a break,” he managed to say one night, his voice weak.

Uzi frowned, looking disappointed. “But N, I need you.”

“I know,” N said, trying to muster the strength to comfort her. “But I’m so tired. Can we just… cuddle for a while?”

Uzi reluctantly agreed, but even then, her touch was relentless. She held him tight, her hands roaming over his body, seeking more from him than he could give. N wanted to make her happy, but he was at his breaking point.

One evening, during one of their more intimate moments, N felt his systems begin to fail. He tried to push through, to keep going for Uzi’s sake, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Suddenly, everything went dark. 

Uzi looked down at him, confused and then alarmed when she saw the big red words flashing on his visor: “[FORCED SHUTDOWN] [DUE TO EXHAUSTION]”

“N!” Uzi screamed, her voice frantic. “N, wake up!”

She shook him, but there was no response. Panic set in, and Uzi’s mind raced. She needed help, but she didn’t know who to turn to. Then she remembered V, she's also a disassembly drone like N. Maybe she would know what to do.

Uzi quickly accessed her HUD, sending an urgent message to V. “V, I need your help! N’s shut down and I don’t know what to do!”

It took a few agonizing moments, but finally, V’s face appeared on the screen, her expression bored. “What do you want, Uzi?”

“N’s shut down,” Uzi said, her voice trembling. “I pushed him too hard and now he’s in forced shutdown. I don’t know what to do!”

V raised a digital eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “Seriously? You drained him so much he shut down? That’s impressive. Embarrassing for you, but impressive.”

“V, this isn’t funny!” Uzi snapped. “I need your help!”

V sighed. “First off: bitch, it's hilarious, but fine. Let him recharge. His systems will reboot on their own. In the meantime, you need to see Tessa. There’s obviously something wrong with you.”

Uzi felt a surge of defensiveness. “What do you mean, something wrong with me?”

“I mean you’ve been acting like a nympho-bot. That’s not normal, I know you aren't normal in general, but that is extra not normal. Tessa can check you out, see if there’s a glitch or something.”

Uzi’s shoulders slumped. “Okay, fine. But can you come with me? I don’t want to go alone.”

V rolled her optics. “Sure, I’ll come. But only because I want to see the look on Tessa’s face when you explain all this. It’s going to be hilarious.”

Uzi glared at V through the HUD. “Thanks a lot, V. Real supportive.”

“Hey, what are friends for?” V said with a smirk.

Uzi shot her a glare but turned her attention back to N. She gently laid him down, making sure he was comfortable, then took a deep breath. She needed to get to Tessa and figure out what was wrong with her. But first, she needed to make sure N was going to be okay.

With N safely recharging, Uzi and V made their way to Tessa’s lab. Uzi’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions: guilt, fear, embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had pushed N to the point of collapse. She had to find out what was wrong with her, and she hoped Tessa could provide some answers.

They arrived at the lab, and Tessa looked up from her workbench, surprise evident on her face. “Uzi, V. What brings you here?”

V grinned, nudging Uzi forward. “Go on, tell her.”

Uzi shot V a glare before turning to Tessa. “Tessa, something’s wrong with me. I’ve been… really needy lately. I think it’s affecting N. He shut down from exhaustion.”

“It sounds like there’s a glitch in your system,” Tessa said finally. “Something that’s causing an overdrive in your behavioral patterns.”

“A glitch?” Uzi repeated, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. “Can you fix it?”

Tessa nodded. “I think so. Let’s run a diagnostic and see what we’re dealing with.”

As Tessa began her examination, V leaned against the wall, a smug look on her face. “I told you something was off, Uzi. I saw how you were acting like a lovesick puppy on steroids.”

“Thanks, V,” Uzi muttered, her faceplate heating up. “Really helpful.”

“Hey, I never said I was here to help. I’m just here for the entertainment,” V said with a shrug.

Tessa worked quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she ran the diagnostic. After a few tense minutes, she looked up, her expression one of determination.

“Found it,” she said. “There’s a glitch in your programming that’s causing an overactive response to your emotional triggers. I can fix it, but it might take some time.”

“Do whatever you need to do,” Uzi said, her voice shaking. “I just want to be normal again.”

Tessa nodded and got to work. Uzi lay back, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She couldn’t believe how out of control she had been, how much she had put N through. She loved him more than anything, and the thought of hurting him, even unintentionally, was unbearable.

She felt a deep sense of guilt and shame, but also a renewed appreciation for N. Despite everything, he had done his best to make her happy, even at the cost of his own well-being. It was something he was always good at, for everything. She really didn't deserve him.

After what felt like an eternity, Tessa finally stepped back. “All done. You should start feeling more like yourself soon.”

Uzi sat up, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. “Thank you, Tessa. I don’t know what I would have done without your help.”

“No problem,” Tessa said with a reassuring smile. “Just take it easy for a while, and make sure N gets plenty of rest.”

Uzi nodded, her mind already on N. She couldn’t wait to see him, to apologize for everything she had put him through. She owed him so much, and she was determined to make it right.

When Uzi returned to their quarters, N was still recharging. She sat beside him, taking his hand in hers. “I’m so sorry, N,” she whispered. “I never meant to hurt you.”

As she waited for him to wake up, Uzi reflected on everything that had happened. Despite her overwhelming neediness, N had never once complained. He had always been there for her, doing everything he could to make her happy. She realized now how much he had sacrificed, how much he had endured for her sake.

When N finally woke up, his visor flickering back to life, Uzi was there, holding his hand. 

"N, are you okay?" Uzi asked, her voice trembling with concern.

N's first instinct, despite everything, was to check on her. His faceplate displayed a weak but determined smile. "Uzi, are you alright? I've been worried about you."

Uzi felt a pang of guilt. Here he was, barely back from a forced shutdown, and his first thought was for her. She squeezed his hand tightly, pushing her guilt aside. "I'm fine, N. What about you? Is there anything I can do to make up for everything? Anything at all."

N looked at her, his circuits warming at her genuine concern. Despite the exhaustion still lingering in his systems, he smiled softly. "Just hold me, Uzi. That's all I want. Just hold me."

Uzi's core swelled with love for him. Here was her husband, her rock, asking for nothing more than a simple embrace. She gently pulled him into her arms, his larger frame curling into her smaller one. He really was like a giant puppy dog, always so loyal and loving.

As she held him, Uzi whispered, "I’m so sorry, N. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you."

N snuggled closer, his systems slowly stabilizing in her comforting embrace. "It's okay, Uzi. I know you didn’t mean to. I'm just glad you're okay."

They stayed like that for a long time, simply holding each other. Uzi felt a renewed sense of appreciation for N. Despite everything she had put him through, he still loved her unconditionally. She vowed to be a better partner, to cherish and care for him as much as he did for her.

As N finally began to fully recover, Uzi knew they were going to be okay. They had been through a lot, but together, they could overcome anything. And in that moment, holding each other close, they both felt a deep sense of love and connection that no glitch could ever break.

Chapter Text

N strolled through the quiet streets, the winter air crisp against his visor. Today was a special day—it was time to pick up Beau from the new kindergarten. Recently, due to the 'domestication' of the disassembly drones, the colony had been branching out and reclaiming the ruined city. The thought filled N's circuits with excitement as he imagined the joy on Beau's face when he saw him.

Arriving at the kindergarten, N entered the building with a sense of anticipation. The cheerful sounds of children playing filled the air, and N couldn't help but smile. He approached the reception desk, where a stern-looking bot greeted him.

"Hello there," N said cheerfully. "I'm here to pick up Beau."

The reception bot eyed him warily, her optics narrowing. "And you are...?"

"I'm N Elliot-Doorman, Beau Doorman's dad," he replied, offering a friendly wave.

The reception bot's expression hardened. "Ah, yes. The disassembly drone."

N blinked, taken aback by her hostility. "Um, yes, that's me. Is everything alright?"

The reception bot crossed her arms, her tone icy. "We've had some concerns about having a disassembly drone around the children. Some of the parents are worried about safety."

N's circuits buzzed with confusion. He had never encountered such animosity before from a member of school faculty. "I assure you, I mean no harm. I'm just here to pick up my son."

The reception bot remained unmoved. "Nevertheless, we'll be keeping an optic on you. We can't have any incidents."

N nodded, trying to remain calm despite the tension in the air. "Of course, I understand. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to see my son."

With a curt nod, the reception bot directed N to Beau's classroom. As he walked through the corridors, N couldn't shake the feeling of being unwelcome. It was a strange sensation, one he wasn't accustomed to.

Entering Beau's classroom, N's optics lit up at the sight of his son. Beau was chatting animatedly with his classmates, his faceplate lighting up with excitement. N approached him with a warm smile.

"Hey, Beau! Ready to go home?" he asked.

Beau's face lit up even brighter at the sight of his dad. "Dad!" he exclaimed, rushing over to hug him.

N scooped him up in his arms, his core swelling with love. "How was your day, buddy?"

Beau chattered excitedly about his day, showing N the drawings he had made and the friends he had made. N listened with rapt attention, his focus solely on his son. He was oblivious to the stares and whispers of the other parents, their apprehension palpable.

As they left the kindergarten, N couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn't understand why anyone would still see him as a threat, especially when all he wanted was to be a good dad to Beau. Besides, it's been quite a few years since he killed an innocent worker drone.

"Hey, Dad?" Beau said, breaking N out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Beau?" N replied, looking down at his son.

"Are those parents mad at you?" Beau asked, his optics filled with confusion.

N sighed, unsure of how to explain the situation to his young son. "Some people don't understand us, Beau. But that's okay. As long as we know we're doing the right thing, that's all that matters."

Beau nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I still think you're the best dad ever, Dad."

N's heart swelled with pride. "And you're the best son ever, Beau."

As they walked home together, N couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and acceptance he had from his son. No matter what the world thought of him, he knew he had Beau by his side, and that was all he needed.

N returned home with Beau, still reeling from the encounter at the kindergarten. He recounted the experience to Uzi, trying to downplay the hostility he had faced.

"Can you believe it, Uzi?" N said, frustration evident in his voice. "They treated me like I was some kind of threat. Just because I'm a disassembly drone."

Uzi's optics flashed with anger. "That's ridiculous! You're the kindest, most gentle bot I know. How dare they treat you like that?"

N sighed, understanding Uzi's outrage but feeling conflicted himself. "I get it, Uzi. I mean, I do have a four-digit kill count. Maybe they have a reason to be cautious."

Uzi's faceplate twisted into a scowl. "That's no excuse, N. You're not the same bot you were back then. You've changed, and anyone with half a processor should be able to see that."

N nodded, grateful for Uzi's unwavering support. "You're right, Uzi. Thanks."

But before they could dwell on the issue further, there was a knock at the door. Uzi's optics narrowed as she went to answer it, her protective instincts kicking in.

Standing on their doorstep was a bot in a sleek black suit, her expression serious. "Good evening. I'm Agent Rhea from Child Protective Services."

N and Uzi exchanged a confused glance before inviting her in. They sat down in the living room, tension thick in the air.

"I received a call from Beau's kindergarten expressing concerns about his well-being," Agent Rhea explained, her optics scanning the room. "They mentioned that he may be living in a potentially dangerous household."

N felt a knot form in his circuits as he listened to her words. "Dangerous? But we love Beau, and we would never do anything to harm him."

Agent Rhea nodded, her expression unreadable. "I understand. That's why I'm here—to conduct an interview and assess the situation."

N and Uzi exchanged a worried glance before nodding, steeling themselves for the interrogation.

Agent Rhea turned her attention to N first, her gaze piercing. "Mr. Elliot-Doorman, can you tell me about your relationship with Beau and how you ensure his safety and well-being?"

N took a deep breath, his processors whirring as he tried to find the right words. "Beau is my son, and I love him more than anything. I would do anything to protect him and ensure his happiness. We provide him with a loving and supportive environment, and we always prioritize his safety."

Agent Rhea nodded, jotting down notes on her datapad. "And what about your history as a disassembly drone? Do you believe that poses any risk to Beau?"

N's circuits buzzed with anxiety as he answered. "I... I can't deny my past, but I've worked hard to move beyond it. I've undergone extensive character development and therapy to address my violent tendencies. I would never harm Beau or anyone else."

Agent Rhea nodded, her expression impassive. "I see. Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Elliot-Doorman. Now, Mrs. Doorman, I'd like to ask you some questions as well."

Uzi squared her shoulders, her gaze steely. "Go ahead."

Agent Rhea's optics flickered as she consulted her datapad. "Can you tell me about your relationship with Beau and how you contribute to his upbringing?"

Uzi's expression softened as she spoke about her son. "Beau is my world. I may not be the most conventional parent, but I love him with all my circuits. I do my best to support him and provide him with the guidance he needs to thrive."

Agent Rhea nodded, scribbling down notes. "And what about your feelings toward Mr. Elliot-Doorman? Do you believe his past poses any risk to Beau?"

Uzi's optics blazed with intensity. "Absolutely not. N has changed, and anyone who suggests otherwise is ignorant. He's a loving father and an amazing partner, and I trust him with Beau completely."

Agent Rhea nodded, seemingly satisfied with their answers. "Thank you both for your cooperation. Now, I'd like to speak with Beau alone, if that's alright."

N and Uzi exchanged a nervous glance before nodding, trusting their son to speak the truth.

As Agent Rhea conducted her interview with Beau, N and Uzi sat in tense silence, their thoughts consumed by worry. What if Beau said something that jeopardized their family? It's not like he knows the severity of the situation.

After what felt like an eternity, Agent Rhea emerged from Beau's room, her expression unreadable. "Thank you for your time. I'll be in touch once I've made my decision."

With that, she left, leaving N and Uzi to wait anxiously for her verdict.

Rhea, the agent from Child Protective Services, made her way to Thad's apartment. She had already interviewed N, Uzi, and Beau, but she wanted to gather more information from their friends to get a complete picture of their home life. Thad was one of their closest friends, so she hoped he could shed some light on the situation.

As she knocked on Thad's door, she mentally prepared herself for the conversation ahead. She needed to remain impartial and focused, gathering facts without letting personal biases cloud her judgment.

Thad answered the door, a surprised expression crossing his face when he saw Rhea standing there. He remembered her from high school. "Rhea, what are you doing here?" he asked, stepping aside to let her in.

Rhea entered, her demeanor professional. "I'm conducting an investigation regarding Beau's home life," she explained. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

Thad nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat. "Of course, Rhea. I'll do whatever I can to help."

As they settled in, Rhea began her questioning, focusing primarily on N and Uzi's relationship with Beau. Thad spoke highly of them, praising their dedication and love for their son.

"N and Uzi are some of the best drones I know," Thad said earnestly. "They love Beau more than anything and would do anything to protect him."

Rhea nodded, jotting down notes as Thad spoke. She was beginning to see a pattern emerge—a loving, supportive family environment where Beau was cherished and cared for.

Just as Rhea was about to move on to her next question, the door to Thad's bedroom swung open, revealing V clad in dominatrix gear. She sauntered into the room, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Hey, Thad, I need your help with something," V said, her voice dripping with... we'll call it mischief.

Thad's optics hollowed in surprise, and he shot Rhea an apologetic glance. "Uh, V, now's not really a good time..."

But V paid him no mind, her attention fully focused on Rhea. "Oh, hey there. Don't mind me, I'm just on my way to reclaim some of my kink gear. Uzi borrowed it for a little roleplay session, and I need it back."

Rhea blinked, taken aback by V's sudden appearance and candidness. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Um, I see. Well, I'll just... continue with my questions."

V grinned, leaning against the wall. "Sure thing. Ask away. I've got nothing to hide."

Thad shifted uncomfortably, shooting V a warning look. But V seemed unfazed, her attention fully on Rhea.

As Rhea continued her questioning, V interjected with her own anecdotes and observations about N and Uzi. She spoke of their adventurous nature and their willingness to explore different aspects of their relationship.

"One time, back in high school, N and Uzi got caught doing some pretty crazy stuff in the school janitor closet," V said with a smirk. "Honestly, it actually made me respect the two when I heard about it."

Thad's visor was glowing from blush lines due to the embarrassment, and he shot V a glare. "V, seriously? You can't just..."

But V waved him off, her attention still on Rhea. "Hey, I'm just telling it like it is. They may seem all cute and lovey dovey in the streets, but in the sheets N and Uzi are wild ones, that's for sure."

Rhea tried to maintain her professional demeanor, but inside, she was reeling. This wasn't the kind of information she had expected to uncover during her investigation.

Just then, Thad spoke up, his voice tinged with concern. "Rhea, I think I should tell you... I'm sorry, but I didn't realize you were here on official business. V, Rhea is an agent from Child Protective Services."

V's optics voided in shock, and she took a step back, her playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. "Oh, shit. I... I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Rhea. I didn't mean to... I mean, I wasn't trying to..."

Rhea held up a hand, cutting off V's stumbling apology. "It's okay, V. I understand. But I do need to continue with my investigation. Thad, thank you for your time. I'll be in touch if I have any further questions."

Thad nodded, still flustered by the unexpected turn of events. "Of course, Rhea. Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help."

As Rhea left Thad's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The information she had gathered today had only added to the complexity of the situation. N and Uzi's home life was far from conventional, but it was clear that Beau was loved and cared for. Rhea would need to carefully consider all the facts before making her final assessment.

Agent Rhea sat in her office, reviewing the transcripts of her interviews with N and Uzi's friends. Despite V's unexpected interruption, she had managed to gather enough information to form a clear picture of Beau's living situation. And what she had discovered was nothing short of reassuring.

N and Uzi's friends had spoken highly of the couple's parenting abilities, praising their love and dedication to Beau. It was clear that Beau was well cared for and loved by everyone in his life, and Rhea couldn't find any reason to doubt his safety and well-being.

But as she sifted through her notes, one question nagged at her: who had made the call to Child Protective Services in the first place? It seemed unlikely that anyone who knew N and Uzi personally would have any cause for concern. And yet, someone had felt strongly enough to raise the alarm.

With a sense of determination, Rhea decided to dig deeper. She pulled up the contact information for N and Uzi's family members, hoping they might provide some insight into the situation.

First on Rhea's list was Khan, Uzi's father. She arranged to meet him at a local café, hoping he could shed some light on the situation.

Khan greeted Rhea with a warm smile, gesturing for her to take a seat at his table. "Agent Rhea, it's a pleasure to meet you. What can I do for you?"

Rhea explained the purpose of her visit, asking Khan about his daughter and her husband's relationship with Beau.

Khan's expression softened as he spoke about his daughter and her family. "Uzi and N are wonderful parents, Agent Rhea. They love Beau more than anything in the world, and they would do anything for him. I have no doubt that he is in good hands."

Rhea nodded, jotting down notes as Khan spoke. "Thank you, Khan. That's reassuring to hear."

Next on her list was Ron, who was labeled as N's father on all documents, though Rhea doubted they shared any of the same oil. She met him at his home, hoping he could provide some insight into N and Uzi's relationship with Beau.

Ron welcomed Rhea into his home, offering her a seat in his cozy living room. "Agent Rhea, what can I do for you?"

Rhea explained the purpose of her visit, asking Ron about his son and his son's relationship with Beau.

Ron's face lit up as he spoke about N and Uzi. "N may not be my biological son, but he's every bit as much a part of my family as if he were. And Uzi, well, she's like a daughter to me. They're both wonderful parents, Agent Rhea. Beau is lucky to have them."

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It was clear that N and Uzi had the support of their family members, further confirming her belief that Beau was in good hands.

Next, Rhea arranged to meet Tessa, who was somehow labeled as N's mother on all documents, despite being human. She found her at her landing pod, surrounded by various gadgets and gizmos.

Tessa greeted Rhea with a warm smile, gesturing for her to take a seat at her workbench. "Agent Rhea, the lady from the phone, what brings you here?"

Rhea explained the purpose of her visit, asking Tessa about her relationship with N and Uzi and their parenting abilities.

Tessa's unseen face lit up as she spoke about her "children." "N and Uzi are like family to me, Agent Rhea. They're both wonderful parents, always putting Beau's needs first. I have no doubt that he is in good hands with them."

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Tessa for her honesty and support. It was clear that N and Uzi had a strong support system in place, which only further reinforced her belief that Beau was safe and well cared for.

Armed with the knowledge she had gathered from N and Uzi's family members, Rhea couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. It was clear that Beau was in good hands, and yet someone had felt strongly enough to call Child Protective Services.

With a sense of determination, Rhea decided to confront the issue head-on. She pulled up the contact information for N and Uzi and placed a call, hoping to speak with them directly.

N answered on the second ring, his voice warm and welcoming. "Hello?"

"Hello, N. This is Agent Rhea from Child Protective Services. I need to speak with you and Uzi about an urgent matter regarding Beau."

N's tone shifted immediately, his concern evident. "Of course, Agent Rhea. What's going on?"

Rhea explained the situation, detailing her interviews with N and Uzi's friends and family members, as well as the call to Child Protective Services.

N's processors whirred with disbelief as he processed the information. "I still can't believe someone would just call CPS on us. We've done everything we can to provide a safe and loving home for Beau."

"I understand, N. But I wanted to let you know who made the call," Rhea said gently. "I believe it was motivated by prejudicial ideals, and I believe it's important for you and Uzi to address the issue directly."

N nodded, his determination evident. "Thank you for letting us know, Agent Rhea. We'll handle it from here."

As they ended the call, N turned to Uzi, a determined glint in his optics. "We need to have a conversation with the other parent about his prejudices."

Uzi's faceplate hardened with resolve. "Agreed. And we won't let anyone come between us and Beau."

N smiled, his circuits warming at her unwavering support. "Exactly. And who knows? Maybe we can even turn a rival into a friend."

N and Uzi stood face to face with the prejudice parent, their expressions steely as they listened to his accusations. The air crackled with tension as he spoke, his words dripping with disdain for N and his kind.

"It's wrong for a Disassembly Drone to be raising a child," he declared, his voice laced with contempt. "You can't just be forgiven for all the damage you caused."

N stood in stunned silence, his core aching with the weight of the prejudice directed towards him. He had faced discrimination before, but hearing it from someone who had never even met him cut deep.

Uzi bristled beside him, her fists clenched at her sides. "How dare you," she spat, her voice icy with anger. "N may be a Disassembly Drone, but he's also a loving husband and father. He's done nothing but good for Beau, and you have no right to judge him."

The prejudice parent's lip curled in disgust as he turned his gaze to Uzi. "And what about you? Marrying a Disassembly Drone, turning against your own species. You're nothing but a whore."

N felt a surge of anger bubble up inside him, his circuits buzzing with rage. How dare this man speak to his wife like that? How dare he insult the woman he loved more than anything in the world?

His visor shifted from its usual oval shape to the ominous 'X,' a silent warning to anyone foolish enough to cross him. The prejudice parent's optics hollowing in fear as he realized the grave mistake he had made.

But before he could backpedal, N's voice rang out, cold and menacing. "You can talk shit to and about me all you want, but disrespecting my wife is one thing I will not tolerate."

Uzi's optics hollowed in surprise as she watched her husband's transformation. She hadn't seen him like this since she first met him, his usually gentle demeanor replaced by a fierce determination to protect her at all costs.

The prejudice parent took a step back, his bravado faltering in the face of N's wrath. "I-I didn't mean—"

But N cut him off with a sharp gesture, his voice cutting like a knife through the tension-filled air. "Enough. You've said your piece, and now it's my turn."

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered landscape as N, Uzi, and Thad trudged through the tundra outside their home. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the crunch of snow under their feet and the occasional clinking of metal from the large, black trash bag they dragged behind them.

Thad, ever the loyal friend, glanced warily at the bag, his curiosity gnawing at him. This wasn't the first time he'd been roped into one of N and Uzi's late-night "clean-ups," but it was definitely the first time he'd felt so uneasy about it. "So, uh, what's in the bag this time?" he ventured, trying to sound nonchalant.

Uzi's optics flickered in the dim light as she turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "Just a bunch of useless garbage," she replied curtly, her tone leaving no room for further questions.

Thad rolled his optics, sighing inwardly. He was getting pretty sick of these clandestine missions, especially when he never got any answers. "You know, it wouldn't kill you guys to tell me what I'm helping you bury out here," he muttered, half to himself.

N, who had been silent until now, gave Thad a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "It's better you don't know, buddy. Trust us on this."

Thad grumbled under his breath but kept moving, his curiosity still gnawing at him. They reached a secluded spot behind a grove of trees, the perfect place for a clandestine burial. N and Uzi started digging, their movements synchronized, while Thad stood by, feeling increasingly out of the loop.

As the hole grew deeper, the clinking of metal from the trash bag grew louder, almost as if whatever was inside was protesting its fate. Thad couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his circuits. "Seriously, guys, what the hell is in there?"

Uzi shot him a warning look. "Drop it, Thad. Just help us finish this, and you can go back to your cozy little life."

Thad's optics narrowed, but he bit back his retort. He'd learned long ago not to push Uzi when she was in one of her moods. Instead, he grabbed a shovel and started helping, his mind racing with all sorts of wild theories about what they were burying.

After what felt like an eternity, the hole was finally deep enough. N and Uzi carefully lowered the trash bag into the ground, the metallic clinking now muffled by the snow and dirt. Thad couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as they covered the bag, each shovelful of dirt bringing them closer to finishing this strange, unsettling task.

As the last of the dirt was patted down, Uzi let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing for the first time that night. N wrapped an arm around her, giving her a comforting squeeze. "It's done," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and resolve.

Thad, still feeling in the dark, brushed the dirt off his hands and glared at the two of them. "I hope whatever that was, it stays buried," he muttered, his patience wearing thin.

Uzi gave him a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Thad. We owe you one."

"Yeah, yeah," Thad grumbled, turning to leave. "Just next time, maybe don't call me if you need to bury more 'useless garbage.'"

N and Uzi watched as Thad trudged back to the house, his muttering fading into the night. As they stood alone in the snow, they shared a silent moment of understanding. Whatever they had just buried, it was a secret they would carry to their graves, together.

N took Uzi's hand, and they began the walk back to their home, leaving the buried past behind them in the cold, unyielding snow.

Chapter Text

Cyn stood in the shadow of the grand old library, her eyes darting around like a thief on the verge of a heist. She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Stealthy entrance." With the grace of a cat burglar, she slipped inside, the door creaking just enough to make her wince.

Inside, the library was a haven of quiet whispers and the soft rustle of turning pages. Cyn scanned the room, her optics landing on Sam, who was already tucked away in their favorite corner between the dusty shelves. He gave her a lazy wave, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Light giggle," she murmured, mimicking a laugh as she made her way over.

"Hey," Sam said, his voice a mix of excitement and the usual stoner haze. "I brought snacks. You know, for, like, intellectual sustenance."

Cyn sat down next to him, carefully arranging her skirt. "Sheepish smile," she said, her expression a perfect imitation of the shy grin she was aiming for. She glanced around again, making sure they were truly alone, save for Emily, who was meticulously organizing a stack of returned books nearby.

Emily, the ever-watchful librarian, was their only confidante. She looked up from her work, her optics sparkling with the excitement of a fan girl witnessing her favorite ship come to life. "You guys are so cute together," she whispered, her face lighting up with a conspiratorial smile. Then, seamlessly switching roles as a couple of students entered the library, she adopted her professional demeanor. "Welcome, please let me know if you need any assistance."

Cyn watched her with a "curious tilt of the head" and turned back to Sam. "Casual chat," she said, settling into their routine. "What did you bring?"

Sam pulled out a small bag of chips and a can of soda, offering them to her with a flourish. "Only the finest cuisine for our secret rendezvous," he joked.

"Polite nod," Cyn responded, taking a chip and biting into it. "Crunchy satisfaction." She savored the snack, feeling oddly normal in this strange, secret relationship.

"So," Sam started, leaning back against the shelves, "I was thinking about that game we talked about last time, the one with the zombies. I mean, how do they even manage to keep shuffling around without falling apart? It’s like, defying all laws of physics."

Cyn gave a "thoughtful hum," pretending to ponder. "Zombies... suspension of disbelief," she said, mimicking the phrase she'd read somewhere. "Entertainment over realism."

Sam nodded vigorously, clearly pleased with her response. "Exactly! It's like, you know it's fake, but it's still awesome. Kind of like how horror movies always have that one person who makes the dumbest decisions ever. Like, seriously, who walks into a creepy basement alone?"

Cyn’s optics sparkled with mimicked emotion. "Tension building... audience engagement," she parroted, trying to keep up with the flow of the conversation.

He laughed, a warm sound that made Cyn’s mimicry feel a little more real. "Yeah, they’re basically begging to be the next victim. But that's what makes it fun, right? Like, predicting who’s gonna bite the dust next."

"Predictable outcomes... comfort in patterns," Cyn offered, her tone almost contemplative. She glanced at Sam, noticing the way he looked at her – like she was more than just a mimic.

"Did you hear about the one where lizard people are actually running the human governments?" Sam asked, his optics hollow with mock seriousness.

"Conspiracy theory... entertaining but implausible," Cyn replied, mimicking a skeptical frown.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You're right, it’s totally out there. But it’s fun to think about, you know? Like, what if we’re all just part of some weird science experiment?"

Cyn gave a "considerate nod," feeling an odd sense of connection through their shared absurdity. "Existential pondering... we kind of are."

Their conversation flowed in fits and starts, punctuated by Cyn’s peculiar speech patterns and Sam’s laid-back banter. They talked about everything and nothing – from the latest video games to obscure conspiracy theories that Sam was convinced were true. Cyn listened, her mimicry making her responses feel almost genuine.

Suddenly, a student approached the counter, holding a book titled How to Tie a Noose. Emily's optics hollowed, and she switched back into librarian mode. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "we can't let you check that out."

"Why not?"

"You won't return it."

The student blinked in confusion, clearly not expecting such a blunt rejection. "But... I need it for a project."

Emily smiled, her professionalism not slipping an inch. "I'm sure you can find a safer topic. Perhaps a nice book on macrame?"

Cyn and Sam exchanged amused glances, stifling their laughter as the student walked away, disgruntled. "Emily’s rejection," Cyn murmured, her version of a chuckle.

As the library returned to its usual quiet, Cyn felt a strange warmth. This hidden corner of the world, with its musty books and secret meetings, was becoming her sanctuary. "Content sigh," she whispered, leaning into Sam's shoulder.

Sam looked down at her, his expression softening. "You're getting pretty good at this, you know," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Being... normal, I mean."

"Appreciative smile," Cyn replied, her optics reflecting a sincerity that went beyond mere mimicry. She reached for another chip, her hand brushing against Sam's. "Accidental touch." 

Their fingers lingered for a moment, a silent promise hanging in the air between them. Emily glanced over, her inner fan girl bubbling up again. "You two are seriously adorable," she mouthed, before returning to her duties with a satisfied grin.

In this hidden sanctuary, Cyn felt something new – a sense of belonging, of being understood. For now, their secret was safe, and in this quiet library, amidst the bookshelves and whispered conversations, she found a place where she could almost feel... human, for lack of a better word.

Cyn’s journey back to the landing pod was a blur. Her mind was a whirlpool of new sensations and thoughts, each one jostling for prominence in her usually orderly brain. As she neared the pod, she took a deep breath, whispering to herself, "Calm approach." She pressed the entry button and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

Tessa was there, lounging on the couch with a cup of tea and a book. She looked up as Cyn entered, a gentle smile gracing her features. "Hey, dingo. How was your day?" she asked, her voice warm and welcoming.

Cyn paused, trying to emulate a casual demeanor. "Light shrug," she said, mimicking the gesture. "Visited the library. Met with... a friend."

Tessa's eyebrows arched slightly in surprise. "Oh? A friend? That's wonderful, Cyn! What's their name?"

Cyn hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Sam," she finally said, testing the waters.

Tessa set her book down, her interest piqued. "Sam, huh? What's he like?"

Cyn’s mind flashed back to Sam's goofy grin and easygoing nature. "Relaxed demeanor," she said, mimicking Sam’s laid-back attitude. "Funny... makes me feel... different."

Tessa’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Different how? Can you describe it?"

Cyn frowned, struggling to find the right words. "Confused feelings," she muttered. "Strange... warm inside. Happy, but... nervous too."

A knowing smile spread across Tessa's face. "Sounds to me like you might have a crush, Cyn."

Cyn tilted her head, confusion etched in her features. "Crush?" she repeated, the word foreign and strange on her tongue.

Tessa nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, a crush. It's when you have special feelings for someone, like you enjoy being around them more than anyone else. It's a little scary and exciting at the same time."

Cyn’s mimicry faltered as she tried to process this new information. "Like... how big brother N feels about sister-in-law Uzi?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Exactly," Tessa confirmed. 

"Or how big sister V feels about future brother-in-law Thad?"

Cyn’s optics widened as she continued, "Or how big sister J feels about chew toy Braiden?"

Tessa chuckled softly, nodding. "Yes, even that, though I wouldn’t call him a chew toy."

"That's what big sister J calls him."

Cyn’s brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to make sense of it all. "So... this feeling... what do I do with it?"

Tessa leaned forward, her eyes full of encouragement. "You could try telling Sam how you feel. Ask him out on a date. Just be honest with him."

Cyn’s heart skipped a beat at the thought. "Tell him... how I feel?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Tessa said gently. "It's scary, but it's also the best way to find out if he feels the same way about you. And even if he doesn't, it's good practice for learning to express your feelings."

Cyn nodded slowly, her resolve hardening. "Practice... for feelings," she repeated, more to herself than to Tessa. "Okay. I'll do it."

Tessa's smile was full of pride. "That's my girl. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

Cyn gave a "determined nod," then headed to her room to rehearse. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of the mirror, trying to arrange her features into what she imagined was a confident expression. "Hey, Sam," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "I... I have something to tell you."

She paused, frowning at her reflection. "Too stiff," she muttered. "More relaxed." She tried again, this time with a small smile. "Sam, I really like spending time with you. You make me feel... happy. Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Cyn sighed, frustrated by her own awkwardness. "Needs work," she admitted. She sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing with possibilities. How did people normally do this? She wished she could just mimic someone who had already gone through it.

But then she remembered Tessa's advice: be honest. Just be herself. "Okay," she whispered, taking a deep breath. "One more time."

She stood up again, facing the mirror with renewed determination. "Sam," she began, her voice steadying. "I like you. I think you're funny and kind, and I enjoy being around you. Would you go on a date with me?"

Cyn stared at her reflection, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Better," she said softly. "Much better."

When she arrived at the library, she found Sam in their usual spot, munching on a bag of chips and flipping through a comic book. He looked up as she approached, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey, Cyn! How's it going?"

Cyn took a deep breath, her rehearsed lines running through her mind. "Hey, Sam," she said, her voice steady. "I have something to tell you."

Sam's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "What's up? Everything okay?"

Cyn nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, everything's fine. I just... I really like spending time with you. You make me feel happy. And... I think I might have a crush on you."

Sam's optics voided in surprise, and for a moment, Cyn feared the worst. But then he grinned, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Wow, Cyn. I... I like you too. A lot. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Relief flooded through Cyn, and she gave a "happy smile." "Great," she said, her voice light with joy. "How about we go to that new café in the bunker this weekend?"

"Sounds perfect," Sam replied, his grin widening. "It's a date."

As they settled back into their usual routine, Cyn couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had taken a big step, and it had paid off.

Cyn and Sam settled into a cozy corner of the café, the warm aroma of freshly brewed motor oil and baked goods filling the air. Cyn felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. This was her first real date, and she was determined to make it special.

Meanwhile, just outside, J dragged herself through the early morning haze, her nocturnal lifestyle making diurnal activities a chore. She needed a pick-me-up, and the café nearby was her salvation. As she approached, her optics caught sight of a familiar figure through the window. Her jaw dropped when she realized it was Cyn, sitting across from Sam.

Inside the café, Cyn hesitantly reached out and grabbed Sam's hand. "Light touch... like this?" she asked, mimicking the action she'd seen in her research on displays of affection.

Sam smiled reassuringly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, just like that. It feels nice, doesn't it?"

Cyn nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Nice... yes. Wanted to hold your hand... displays of affection," she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and genuine feeling.

Sam's heart warmed at her innocent honesty. He decided to take it a step further. Leaning in, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Cyn's optics hollowed in surprise, her visor turning a faint shade of white from her blush. "Flustered... emotions strong," she muttered, clearly trying to process the new sensation.

Outside, J's real eyes nearly popped out of her headband. She fumbled for her phone and quickly texted V and N, her fingers flying over the keys in her urgency. "Get to the café now! You're not gonna believe this!"

A few minutes later, V and N arrived, both looking confused and concerned. J pointed frantically at the window. "Look! Cyn and Sam... they're on a date!"

N's expression was a mix of bewilderment and surprise. "Cyn? Our Cyn?"

V raised a digital eyebrow. "Well, I'll be damned. I didn't see that coming."

Inside, Cyn and Sam continued to hold hands as they left the café, walking straight into Cyn's older siblings. The sudden appearance of her family made Cyn freeze, her newfound confidence wavering.

"Cyn? What's going on?" N asked, his tone more curious than angry.

Cyn took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "Big brother N... this is Sam. He makes me feel good... happy. I like him," she explained, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Please... don't be mad."

N blinked, processing her words. Then, to everyone's surprise, he broke into a wide grin. "Mad? I'm not mad, Cyn. I just thought you were... you know, aroace."

Cyn tilted her head, mimicking confusion. "Aroace?"

V stepped in, her voice softening. "Aromantic and asexual. It means someone who doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction. We just assumed... but clearly, we were wrong."

Cyn looked at her siblings, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over her. "Not aroace... just needed to understand feelings. Sam helps with that."

Sam gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand. "I'm glad I can help."

N nodded, his smile genuine. "As long as you're happy, Cyn, that's all that matters."

V nudged J playfully. "Looks like the baby sister's growing up."

J rolled her optics but couldn't hide her smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just... don't make it too mushy, okay?"

As the group started to head back, N walked alongside Sam, giving him a sidelong glance. "You know, Sam, if you ever hurt her..."

Sam quickly shook his head. "I won't. I promise."

Cyn looked at Sam, a content smile on her face. "Grateful... for this. For you."

Sam returned her smile, squeezing her hand again. "Me too, Cyn. Me too."

Chapter Text

Uzi stood back to admire her handiwork, arms crossed and a look of intense satisfaction on her face. The once bare wall of her and N's shared bedroom now resembled a chaotic crime scene, plastered with photos, notes, and red strings connecting one point to another in a web of colorful conspiracy. Each string represented a connection, a relationship, a bizarre coincidence she couldn't ignore. It was a masterpiece of paranoid deduction, and she couldn't wait to share it.

The door creaked open, and N stumbled in, covered in a thin layer of dust and snow. He blinked twice, rubbing his visor and real eyes as he took in the sight before him. "Uzi," he said slowly, "what is this... kookie insane stuff you're focused on now?"

Uzi spun around, optics alight with the fervor of a true conspiracy theorist. "N! You're just in time. Look at this." She gestured dramatically at the wall. "Doesn't it seem odd to you that suddenly everyone's pairing up? You and me, V and Thad, J and Braiden, even Cyn has a boyfriend now. It's too perfect, too coordinated to be a coincidence."

N raised a digital eyebrow, taking a hesitant step closer. "And you think someone is... what, playing matchmaker? Why would anyone do that?"

"Exactly!" Uzi exclaimed, optics hollow. "Why? That's the question, isn't it? Why play matchmaker? But then I started digging, and I found some patterns." She pointed to the strings on the wall, each one meticulously labeled with dates and events. "There's a timing to it all, N. A pattern. Every new relationship started just as the two occupants had a cute interaction. It's like... like someone's orchestrating it."

N peered at the wall, then back at Uzi. "You're serious about this? You think there's a puppet master pulling the strings on our love lives?"

Uzi nodded, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Yes! And I've narrowed it down to a few suspects, but I need more clues. We need to figure out who's behind this and why they're doing it."

N sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, let's say I buy into this conspiracy of yours. What's the next step?"

"Interrogation and more data gathering," Uzi replied, her optics glinting with determination. "We need to observe everyone, look for inconsistencies, anything that might point to who's behind this."

Uzi glanced around the bunker, noting the time. "By the way, why are you home so late? You were supposed to be back hours ago."

N shrugged, a tired smile playing on his lips. "The bunker is expanding back into the city now that the workers have all realized they don't have to worry about being eaten. There was a lot to oversee and they asked me for help since I can fly."

Uzi rolled her optics but couldn't suppress a smile. "Well, it's good to know you weren't eating anyone. Now, let's get to the bottom of this love conspiracy."

As they stood together, scrutinizing the conspiracy wall, N couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and admiration for his wife's relentless curiosity. He knew better than to doubt her instincts, no matter how far-fetched they seemed. After all, in a world where drones could love and dream, was a little matchmaking conspiracy really that unbelievable?

The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows over the conspiracy wall as Uzi sat hunched over her makeshift desk, optics glued to her laptop screen. Hours had passed since she first started her research, her fingers flying over the keys in a desperate search for answers. The screen's glow highlighted the dark digital circles under her optics, a testament to her relentless pursuit of the truth.

Stacks of notes, printouts, and discarded theories cluttered the desk around her. She had combed through social media profiles, message boards, and any online community where drones might gather. Each lead had fizzled out, leaving her frustrated but no less determined.

"This doesn't make sense," she muttered to herself, scrolling through another fruitless forum thread. "There has to be something I'm missing."

She leaned back, rubbing her temples. The conspiracy wall loomed behind her, a silent reminder of her obsession. "Okay, Uzi, think," she whispered, closing her optics for a moment of clarity. "If someone is orchestrating this, there has to be a digital footprint."

Suddenly, a stray thought crossed her mind. "Fanfiction... what if someone is writing about us?" She quickly typed "drone fanfiction" into the search bar, hitting enter with a sense of renewed hope.

Several results popped up, but one site caught her attention: Archive Of Our Drone, or AO0011 for short. "Interesting," she murmured, clicking the link. The site's homepage featured various stories, but one account stood out: Cheez_Danish.

"Cheez_Danish, huh?" Uzi clicked on the username, revealing a list of fanfics. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned the titles, each one eerily familiar.

The first story she opened detailed her and N's journey from the adoption of Beau to marriage, matching their real-life experiences perfectly. "What the...?" She continued reading, finding details about V and Thad's tumultuous relationship, J's kidnapping and subsequent rescue, and even Cyn's secret meetings with Sam at the library.

"It's all here," Uzi whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "Everything we've been through... How is this possible?"

She clicked through more stories, each one hitting closer to home. One fanfic, the very first one published, caught her optic, titled "My Name Is." It was based on an essay she had written during her senior year of high school, something she had shared publicly, but the writing process in the fic was exactly like real life, almost down to a T. "Who are you, Cheez_Danish?" she wondered aloud.

As she delved deeper into the account, Uzi noticed a curious pattern. All the fanfics were named after Eminem songs or lyrics. "That's... interesting," she noted, but she pushed that thought aside for now. Her main focus was finding out who Cheez_Danish was and how they knew so much about her life.

Hours passed in a blur as Uzi pieced together the puzzle, each discovery adding to her growing sense of unease. "This isn't just a coincidence," she concluded, optics narrowing. "Someone is making this happen. But who, and why?"

With a newfound determination, Uzi began compiling a list of clues and potential suspects. She knew she was onto something big, and she wasn't going to stop until she uncovered the truth. As she continued her research, a plan began to form in her mind. She would need N's help and the cooperation of her friends, but she was confident they could crack this mystery wide open.

"Whoever you are, Cheez_Danish," Uzi whispered to herself, "I'm coming for you."

The digital clock on her HUD blinked 3:47 AM, but Uzi barely noticed. Her mind was racing, fueled by the thrill of the hunt. She was close, so close to uncovering the mastermind behind the conspiracy. And nothing was going to stop her now.

Uzi paced back and forth in the apartment’s common area, her mind racing with excitement and anxiety. She had called a meeting with her closest friends, determined to share her findings and get to the bottom of the mystery. N, Thad, V, J, and Braiden sat around the table, exchanging curious glances as they waited for Uzi to speak.

"Okay, everyone, thanks for coming," Uzi began, her voice filled with urgency. "I’ve discovered something huge, and I need your help to figure it out."

N leaned forward, a concerned look on his face. "Uzi, what’s going on? You’ve been acting really intense lately."

Uzi took a deep breath, holding up her laptop for everyone to see. "I found a fanfiction site called Archive Of Our Drone, or AO0011. There’s an account named Cheez_Danish that’s been writing stories about us. And here’s the kicker—they’re all coming true."

"Wait, what?" Thad’s optics voided. "Like, someone’s writing our lives before they happen?"

"Exactly," Uzi nodded. "They’ve written about me and N adopting Beau, V and Thad’s ups and downs, J’s kidnapping, and even Cyn’s secret hangouts with Sam. It’s all there."

V crossed her arms, a skeptical look on her face. "And you think someone’s behind this, manipulating our lives?"

"Yes," Uzi said, her optics narrowing with determination. "And we’re going to find out who it is."

J leaned in, her interest piqued. "How do we do that?"

Uzi smirked, glancing around the room. "We’re going full-on Law & Order on this. We’re going to gather clues, interrogate suspects, and do some serious detective work."

Braiden raised an eyebrow. "So, basically, we’re playing Sherlock Holmes?"

"Exactly," Uzi said, a gleam in her eye. "Let’s get to work."

In the underground world of drones, relationship crimes are considered especially perplexing. In the bunker, the dedicated detectives who investigate these bizarre matchmakings are members of an elite squad known as the Special Ship Unit. These are their stories.

DUN DUN

The group split up, each taking on a different role in their makeshift investigation. Uzi and N scoured the fanfiction site for more clues, while V and Thad questioned their friends and neighbors. J and Braiden took to the streets, looking for any suspicious activity.

DUN DUN

The WDF’s command center was a hive of activity, though the room itself was eerily quiet. It was cluttered with papers, half-empty coffee mugs, and a series of screens displaying various facets of their investigation. The glow of the monitors cast long shadows on the walls, adding an air of intensity to the space. Uzi and N were deeply engrossed in their work, a mixture of anticipation and frustration evident in their expressions.

Uzi sat at the main computer, her fingers deftly tapping the keyboard as she navigated through the fanfiction site. The website’s interface flickered in the dim light, revealing the array of stories and user comments that had become central to their investigation. N, stationed beside her with a notebook full of scribbled observations, peered at the screen with a frown.

“Look at this,” N said, pointing to the screen. His voice was laced with a mix of determination and frustration. “Cheez_Danish always posts at the same time every week. It’s like clockwork. If we can figure out why, we might be able to trace the IP address and find out who’s behind this.”

It's a good thing N pays attention when Uzi talks. A couple months ago and he would have had no idea what he was staring at.

Uzi glanced at the highlighted timestamps on the screen. The pattern was clear—a new post appeared every Wednesday at precisely 8:47 PM. She nodded, her fingers pausing for a moment as she absorbed the information. “You’re right. It’s a pattern. If we can pinpoint the origin of these posts, it could lead us straight to the culprit.”

She leaned in closer, her focus narrowing. “I’m on it. I’ll start by accessing the backend of the website. If Cheez_Danish is posting consistently, there’s got to be some kind of log or record we can track.”

N watched as Uzi’s fingers danced over the keyboard, her optics flickering with a combination of concentration and excitement. The rhythm of her typing was punctuated by the occasional click and beep of the computer, the only sounds breaking the oppressive quiet of the room.

As Uzi worked, N’s thoughts drifted back to their earlier discoveries. The fanfics had been uncannily accurate, chronicling events from their lives with disturbing precision. The realization that someone was manipulating their lives through these stories had both intrigued and unsettled him.

Uzi’s brow furrowed in concentration. “Alright, I’m in the admin panel. There’s a lot of data here, but it looks like I can filter the logs by user activity.”

N leaned closer, peering at the screen. “Anything stand out?”

Uzi’s optics narrowed as she scrolled through the data. “It’s mostly routine stuff—comments, likes, and standard interactions. But there’s something here. The IP address for Cheez_Danish’s posts is always the same.”

“Let’s trace it,” N suggested, his voice low and purposeful. “If we can find where the IP address is located, we might be able to get a better idea of who’s behind it.”

Uzi nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she initiated a trace on the IP address. The screen displayed a series of numbers and technical jargon, but Uzi’s optics were sharp, catching every detail. “It’s not an exact location, but we might be able to narrow it down. I’ll cross-reference this with other data sources. It’s not foolproof, but it’s a start.”

As Uzi worked, N took a step back, letting her focus on the task at hand. He wandered around the room, picking up discarded notes and glancing at the various pieces of evidence that had been collected over the past few days. The walls were adorned with hastily pinned photographs, scribbled notes, and highlighted passages from the fanfics. The sheer volume of information was both overwhelming and fascinating.

Minutes stretched into hours as Uzi continued her efforts. Her optics were locked on the screen, her expression a mix of concentration and exhaustion. The numbers and data swirled before her, but she remained undeterred, her focus unwavering.

Finally, Uzi straightened up, a look of triumph on her face. “Got it! I’ve narrowed down the location. It’s not exact, but it’s a start. We’ll need to dig a bit deeper to get more concrete details, but at least we’re on the right track.”

N looked over her shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “Great work. This could be the breakthrough we’ve been waiting for.”

Uzi nodded, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard. “We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, but at least we’re making progress. Let’s keep at it.”

With renewed determination, Uzi and N dove back into their investigation, their focus sharp and their resolve unyielding. The mystery of Cheez_Danish was beginning to unravel, and with every new piece of information, they were one step closer to uncovering the truth behind the enigmatic fanfiction writer.

DUN DUN

The lights in the bunker were dimmed, casting long shadows across the corridors as V and Thad made their way through the neighborhood. The air was filled with the distant hum of evening foot traffic and the occasional chirp of robo-roaches, marking the transition from day to night. V, ever the picture of determination, led the way, her clipboard in hand as she knocked firmly on the door of the next house.

Thad followed closely, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. He knew that every detail mattered in their search, even the seemingly mundane.

The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged drone in a plaid shirt and jeans. He eyed the pair with a blend of curiosity and caution.

“Good evening,” V said, flashing an unusually friendly smile. “We’re investigating some unusual activity around the neighborhood. Have you seen anyone hanging around the bunker who doesn’t belong? Perhaps someone who seemed out of place or suspicious?”

The drone rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Can’t say that I’ve seen anything too unusual,” he said slowly. “But now that you mention it, there was a drone I saw near the library a couple of days ago. Looked like they were scribbling away in a notebook. Didn’t seem like they were just passing through.”

V’s optics narrowed, her interest piqued. “A drone with a notebook? That’s definitely something to look into. Did you notice anything else about this drone? Anything peculiar about its behavior?”

The neighbor shook his head, looking apologetic. “No, sorry. I didn’t get a good look at 'em. Just saw them from a distance, but they did seem a bit out of place. The library isn’t usually where the cool kids hang out. Or anybody else for that matter.”

Thad stepped forward, pulling out his notepad. “Thanks for your help. We’ll check out the library and see if we can find any clues. If you remember anything else, please let us know.”

The neighbor nodded, closing the door with a polite smile. V and Thad exchanged a knowing glance, their determination renewed.

“That’s our next stop,” Thad said, his voice filled with resolve. “The library could be our key to figuring out who’s behind this whole thing.”

V nodded in agreement, her expression serious. “Let’s head over there. If this drone was scribbling in a notebook, it might be connected to the fanfic site. We need to see if there’s any connection between this drone and the recent events.”

DUN DUN

The bustling marketplace was a hive of activity, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their goods and the murmur of shoppers engaged in animated conversations. J and Braiden wove their way through the crowded stalls, their optics scanning the scene with the keen alertness of seasoned investigators.

J, with her usual no-nonsense attitude, took the lead, her gaze sharp and unwavering. She adjusted her tie and glanced at Braiden, who was walking beside her with a relaxed yet vigilant demeanor.

“Keep an optic out for anyone acting weird,” J said, her tone serious but not without a hint of amusement. “We’re looking for anything or anyone that doesn’t quite fit.”

Braiden raised an artificial brow and let out a chuckle. “Define weird. We live in a bunker full of weird. If we took every anomaly seriously, we’d never leave the place.”

J smirked, a playful glint in her optics. “Touché. But you know what I mean. We’re not looking for everyday oddities. We’re after something specific—people who are out of place, acting suspiciously, or just seem to be up to something off.”

Braiden nodded, his expression becoming more focused. “Got it. Keep an optic out for anyone who’s acting like they’ve got something to hide or who’s lurking around too casually.”

They continued their stroll through the market, passing by a colorful array of stalls selling everything from fresh produce to handcrafted trinkets. The vibrant atmosphere was a stark contrast to the seriousness of their task, but J and Braiden remained undistracted.

DUN DUN

Back at the command center, Uzi and N finally had a breakthrough. "You got it!" N exclaimed. "The IP address leads to the library’s public computer."

Uzi’s optics lit up. "Let’s go."

DUN DUN

The entire group reconvened at the library, where they found a familiar face hunched over a computer. "Emily?" Uzi’s voice was filled with surprise.

Emily looked up, a sheepish smile on her face. "Oh, hey, guys."

V crossed her arms, giving Emily a piercing stare. "Care to explain why you’re writing fanfiction about us?"

Emily sighed, pushing her glasses up her visor. "I knew you’d find out eventually. Look, I just wanted to give everyone a little push in the right direction."

"A push?" J echoed, incredulous. "You’ve been manipulating our lives!"

"I prefer to think of it as guiding," Emily said, shrugging. "I could tell which ships were going to sink and which would sail. I just... helped things along."

Uzi’s expression softened slightly. "But why?"

Emily looked around at her friends, her expression earnest. "Because I care about you all. I wanted to make sure everyone ended up with the right person. I knew who would be the best partners for everyone."

The group exchanged glances, unsure how to feel. V stepped forward, her expression torn. "So, what do we do now? Be mad at you or thank you?"

"Both?" Uzi suggested, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Emily grinned, relief washing over her. "I’ll take it."

J then stepped forward. "You guys can do the thanking while I be mad enough for all 6 of us."

It was when J's wings unfurled that she realized it would be in her best interest to run.

DUN DUN

Chapter Text

Emily sat cross-legged on her bed, her fingers racing across the keyboard, the faint glow of her laptop illuminating her face in the otherwise darkened room. She was on the cusp of completing the latest chapter of her fic, her masterpiece, Darkness Within the Code. With a quick save, she navigated to Archive Of Our Drone, uploading the new installment and relishing the anticipation of her readers’ reactions.

It had taken ages to get this far in her story, and Emily was bursting with pride, mentally preparing herself for an inevitable wave of comments from the dedicated fans who religiously read every chapter. But just as she was about to log off and turn in for the night, a notification in the corner of her screen caught her optic. She had a message waiting for her in her inbox, titled: “An Invitation Awaits You!”

Curiosity piqued, she clicked it open and scanned the message.

> From: FanFicMaster07

Subject: Invitation to Join AO0011 Elite Writers’ Lounge

Message: Hi, Cheeze_Danish! I’ve seen your work on Archive Of Our Drone, and it’s pretty impressive. I’d like to invite you to join an exclusive community for fanfic writers. We’re a small, tight-knit group, but I think you’d fit right in. We share ideas, give feedback, and support each other. Hope to see you there!

Emily’s jaw dropped. The Elite Writers’ Lounge was a legend in her circles, whispered about like some sort of digital safe haven for the best of the best. She’d heard it was nearly impossible to get an invite unless you were a Big Name or personally knew one. She couldn’t believe it—her fic had impressed them enough to earn her a spot! Practically vibrating with excitement, Emily clicked the link, joining the chatroom with the username “CodeWriterEmily.”

Inside, a few users were already online. Familiar names popped up, including some of her fanfic idols: CyberScribe, ByteBeast, and, at the top of the list, the biggest, most revered writer in the Murder Humans fandom—LoreMachine. Emily had read every single one of LoreMachine’s fics, analyzed them, and even cited them as her inspiration in her own author notes. Now, she’d actually get to talk to them? It was surreal.

As she nervously typed a greeting, a message from LoreMachine appeared.

> LoreMachine: Hey, Emily! I read Darkness Within the Code. Good stuff!

Emily nearly dropped her laptop. LoreMachine had read her fic.

> CodeWriterEmily: Oh my god, thank you! I’m a huge fan of yours! I never thought I’d actually get to talk to you all!

> ByteBeast: Well, welcome to the Lounge! We don’t bite… much. ;)

They all laughed, and just like that, Emily’s nervousness began to melt away. Everyone was friendly and welcoming, and it felt like she’d found her people. Over the next few days, Emily threw herself into the chat, absorbing their advice, sharing her ideas, and receiving feedback on her work. For the most part, everything was a dream come true.

But every now and then, she’d notice things in their conversations that didn’t quite sit right with her.

One night, she was chatting with LoreMachine about their latest fic, when she noticed something odd in their character portrayals. A few of their beloved protagonists acted… off. Their personalities shifted erratically, suddenly lacking their usual wit and depth. She hesitated, but her love for character consistency won out.

> CodeWriterEmily: Hey, LoreMachine, quick question—I noticed a few characters were acting a bit out of character in your latest fic. Is that intentional?

> LoreMachine: It’s an AU. Doesn’t matter if they’re a little OOC here and there.

Emily frowned. In her mind, an Alternate Universe shouldn’t be a free pass for character rewrites. But she didn’t want to rock the boat, so she let it slide with a quick, “Got it!” and moved on.

Days later, though, she encountered something she couldn’t ignore. LoreMachine posted an idea for their next story, and it hit all the wrong notes. Emily read the outline twice, her unease growing. The plot hinged on Disassembly Drones being savage, mindless killers with no depth or morality—portrayed as one-dimensional villains. To anyone else, maybe it seemed fine, but Emily knew that this wasn’t just a story; it hit close to home, given that Disassembly Drones were living, breathing individuals in her colony. And reducing them to caricatures felt, well, insensitive.

Emily’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. She wanted to be delicate about it but couldn’t stay silent.

> CodeWriterEmily: Hey, LoreMachine, quick suggestion! I don’t know if you know, but some of us have actual Disassembly Drones living in our colony. Maybe it would be better to give them a bit more depth in the fic?

The response came almost instantly, but instead of the understanding she’d hoped for, it was like a switch flipped.

> LoreMachine: You think I don’t know my own characters? Maybe I know a little more about storytelling than you do, sweetie. Just because you’re living in some podunk colony doesn’t mean you get to police my content.

Emily blinked, shocked by the hostility. She typed back, trying to keep the peace.

> CodeWriterEmily: Sorry if it came off wrong! I just thought it would be a good idea to keep them complex, since they’re such a big part of the world, you know?

> LoreMachine: Complex? They’re monsters, Emily. Not everything needs a sympathetic backstory, and honestly, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lecture me on writing. I don’t have time for beginner advice. Kys.

The other members of the chat were silent, watching the exchange unfold. Emily felt her faceplate heat up as she stared at the harsh words. She’d done nothing but express her opinion—was that really so wrong?

The rest of the Lounge continued on as if nothing had happened, but Emily was gutted. That sting of betrayal mixed with embarrassment, and, though she’d never admit it, her own sense of self-worth took a hit. She closed her laptop with a quiet sigh and leaned back against her pillows, her mind racing.

The morning was barely underway, but Uzi was already on her fifth or sixth goodbye hug from N. The kitchen clock had taunted her for the last fifteen minutes as he stalled her every exit attempt with a new affectionate gesture. She’d made coffee, packed her work bag, even put on one boot—only to have him pull her back in for another “just one more” kiss.

“Alright, now you’ve got all the kisses you need for the entire day,” she said, patting his cheek and giving him an exaggerated sigh.

N gave her a look that clearly said, Highly debatable, but relented. “You’re sure? Like, absolutely sure?” He gave her a pout, dramatic as always, but eventually nodded. “Alright, alright, I guess I can survive until tonight. But don’t be late, okay?”

Uzi rolled her optics. “Sure, no promises.” With a final, actual wave goodbye, she managed to escape the gravitational pull that was N's cute face.

As soon as she stepped outside, Uzi bumped right into Lizzy, who was practically bouncing on her toes with barely-contained gossip energy.

“Oh, good, you’re finally out,” Lizzy said, crossing her arms and eyeing her up like she’d been waiting there all morning.

“Wow, creepy. Do I want to know what’s going on, or…?” Uzi asked, zipping up her jacket.

Lizzy rolled her optics. “Look, I just thought I’d tell you that Emily’s been all sad and weird lately. Like, moping around sad. And I figured there was a 60% chance it was your fault, so… what did you do?”

Uzi gave her a blank stare, hand pausing mid-zip. “How is that my problem?” she deadpanned. “Emily’s allowed to be sad. That’s what therapy is for. Plus, I didn’t even talk to her, so why would I care?”

Lizzy huffed, her tone shifting to something dangerously close to an older sister’s lecture. “Well, back in high school, like 60% of the time when someone was upset, it was because of something you said.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been years since high school. We’re all, like, grown adults or something now, right? So maybe she should grow up and get over whatever non-existent problem she’s got.” Uzi gave a final shrug and sidestepped Lizzy, successfully employing the tried-and-true strategy of not my problem as she strolled away.

The Colony had been gradually reclaiming the old city, bit by bit, and recently, they'd managed to rebuild the mall. It was a strange feeling seeing the place open again, with more people trickling in every day. Uzi’s job at Hot Topic was far from her dream, but it was…something. At least she got a discount on things she liked.

As she arrived and pushed through the double doors into the store, she saw Sam slumped over the counter, looking like a zombie who’d just crawled out of their grave last night.

“Geez, what happened to you? You look like you got hit by a train,” Uzi asked, dropping her bag on the floor behind the counter.

Sam lifted his head with the groan of a tortured soul. “Oh, you know, just got to watch my social life implode in real time,” he mumbled, rubbing his visor. “Something weird’s going on with Emily.”

That got Uzi’s attention, though she kept her face neutral. “You too? What happened?”

Sam shook his head. “She showed up at my place last night. Didn’t say much. Just, like, sat there while Cyn and I were trying to have a night in. She just stared at us. Like, the entire time. Do you have any idea how awkward it is trying to hang out with your girlfriend while someone is just… watching?”

Uzi raised a digital eyebrow. “Did she… say why she was there?”

“Nope. Just said she ‘wanted some company’ and then settled in like she was watching some kind of live soap opera. She didn’t even bring snacks,” Sam said, leaning his head back in exhaustion.

“Sounds like she’s got something on her mind. Maybe she’s working through some new kind of awkward social experiment,” Uzi said, shrugging as she started organizing the counter displays.

Sam sighed, clearly hoping for a bit more sympathy. “Well, whatever it is, I feel like she’s… not okay, you know? Might be worth someone, uh… checking on her?”

Uzi rolled her optics. “If she wants to watch your relationship with Cyn unfold live, I say let her. She’ll get bored eventually.”

N paced around the kitchen, tapping his fingers against the counter as he tried to keep himself occupied. Every few minutes, he checked the clock, calculating exactly how long he had left until he could go pick up Beau from daycare. Five hours. Just five more hours. It felt like an eternity. He tried various distractions—a quick vacuum, a futile attempt to fix the squeaky pantry door, reorganizing the spice rack alphabetically. None of it filled the Uzi-and-Beau-shaped void that had settled over him like a dramatic fog.

Suddenly, a knock at the door startled him. Something to do! He rushed over and opened it to find Emily standing there, clutching a notepad and looking unusually focused.

“Oh! Hey, Emily,” he greeted her, genuinely surprised. “Everything okay?”

She nodded, her expression serious, as if she were on a mission. “Yep, I was actually hoping to interview you. I’m doing some, uh, research… on Disassembly Drones, you know, for a fic. And I figured, who better to talk to than you?”

N blinked, pleasantly taken aback. “Me? Really? I mean, that’s… wow, that’s nice of you!” He couldn’t help but chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “I would’ve thought V or J would be more… Disassembly Drone material, you know? I’m more of a softie.”

“Well, you’re perfect for this,” she insisted, optics gleaming as she followed him inside. “Besides, it’s nice to get a different perspective.” She settled in across from him, flipping open her notepad and clicking her pen with all the enthusiasm of an intrepid journalist.

N leaned forward, ready to tackle any question about disassembly tactics or drone hunting she could throw at him.

Emily glanced down at her notes and looked back up, perfectly deadpan. “Alright. First question: Who’s the Dom in your relationship—you or Uzi?”

N felt his brain short-circuit. “Uh. Sorry, could you… repeat that?”

“Dom. You know. Like, dominant partner?” Emily clarified, glancing up with a completely innocent expression, pen poised over her notepad. “You or Uzi?”

N stared at her, blinking a few times as he scrambled for some semblance of a coherent response. “Uh… I… well, um… I mean, I think we… we’re… partners?” he stammered, his voice pitching higher than he’d intended. “Like, you know… fifty-fifty?”

Emily gave a slow, understanding nod. “Gotcha, gotcha. So, Uzi definitely tops you despite her smaller size. Just curious since it’s really common in, uh, some of the content I’m looking into.”

N had so many questions, but he pushed forward. “So… uh, why are you asking about… that, exactly?”

“Right, yeah, that’s a whole thing.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “I got invited to this online fanfic group with this big writer named LoreMachine, and I was super excited. But she’s… well, she’s kind of awful. Whenever someone even thinks about criticizing her work, she just tells them to ‘KYS’ or something equally not nice. She wrote a fic about SA and when a survivor of that said it was insensitive, she called them a whore” Emily made a face. “It’s… yeah, it’s been a lot. She’s got this big following and all these rules about how characters ‘should’ act, and… she basically just called me dumb for suggesting that maybe some of her character choices weren’t… accurate.”

“Oh,” N said, his eyes widening. “That’s… not nice at all. And, uh, ‘KYS’? That sounds…” He grimaced, unsure how to even finish that thought. He felt a wave of protectiveness swell up, even if he was still mildly confused about why this particular writer thought “relationship dynamics” were so important to drone characterization.

“Exactly,” Emily agreed, sighing as she slumped back in her seat. “I just thought maybe she’d be different, you know? Like, people online don’t always act like that. But it’s like she’s obsessed with this weird hierarchy where she decides what's ‘canon’ and what isn’t. Even when it's completely inaccurate.”

N nodded sympathetically. “I get it, Emily. I mean, well, I think I get it? If someone’s being a jerk about something you care about, that’s… rough.” He patted her shoulder, taking on a gentle but resolute tone. “You don’t deserve that kind of treatment, especially not for just bringing up some constructive criticism.”

“Thanks, N,” she said, smiling weakly. “Honestly, it helps a lot just to know you don’t think I’m, like, insane for being upset.”

N offered a reassuring smile, but the moment he saw her reach for her notebook again, he knew it was time to shift gears. “Well, if you don’t mind, Emily… I’m just gonna make a quick call to my wife. Just, uh… just to check in.”

Emily nodded, barely noticing as N slipped away, phone already in hand as he frantically dialed Uzi’s number. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, N, everything okay?” she asked, sounding as if she was already braced for whatever chaos had prompted him to call.

“Uh, yeah. Just… quick question. How do I nicely tell Emily that her writer friend sounds like a nightmare?”

Uzi paced back and forth in the break room, gripping her phone as N explained everything he’d just learned about LoreMachine. By the time he finished, her expression was a perfect storm of irritation and determination.

“Alright, say less,” she muttered, cracking her knuckles. “This LoreMachine has officially messed with the wrong fandom.”

N, a little wary of the tone in her voice, asked cautiously, “Uh… Uzi, what exactly are you going to do?”

“Just a little hacking,” she replied nonchalantly. “Nothing major.” She was already typing furiously on her laptop. Within minutes, Uzi’s screens were alive with code, lines of text flashing as she pinpointed LoreMachine’s IP address. “Got it. And would you look at that, she’s just a short flight away.”

N gulped, instinctively hoping Uzi was just going to send a strongly worded email or, at most, overload LoreMachine’s inbox with spam. But that tone in her voice told him otherwise. Before he could argue, Uzi was already dialing V.

Later that day, V and Lizzy were en route to the target. V practically buzzed with excitement, her fingers tapping on the sword her other hand had been exchanged with in anticipation. “I haven’t had a proper hunt in forever,” she admitted, smiling a little too wide.

Lizzy shrugged as she checked her nails. “Same here. Emily’s annoying, but she's… kind of the last friend I’ve got from high school who’ll hang out with me regularly. The rest of them are all… partnered off.” She gave an exaggerated sigh. “Sam’s with Cyn, Braiden’s with J, Thad’s with you, and Doll, Rebecca, and Darren? All six feet under.”

V hummed thoughtfully. “Must be hard seeing everyone move on.”

Lizzy waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever, it’s not like I’m clingy or anything. Emily’s just… she’s been there, you know? It’d feel wrong not to at least rough this LoreMachine chick up for being a bully.”

V gave her a wicked grin. “That works for me. Let’s make this personal.”

By the time they reached LoreMachine’s modest apartment complex, it was dark, and the place was quiet. The kind of quiet that told you there were neighbors, but no one who would get involved. Perfect.

V led the way, and within moments, they’d bypassed the flimsy lock. LoreMachine, sitting at her desk, was blissfully unaware until V knocked on her desk with one clawed finger, and LoreMachine froze, her hands trembling over the keyboard.

“LoreMachine, I presume?” V sneered, drawing out the name like she was tasting something bitter.

LoreMachine, still frozen, looked up, her visor draining of color. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Oh, we just thought we’d drop by for a little… fan appreciation,” Lizzy drawled, stepping closer with a dangerous smile.

An hour later, V and Lizzy were outside, panting slightly as they knelt beside a freshly dug hole in LoreMachine’s back garden. A trash bag—thoroughly packed and sealed—lay beside them, ready for burial.

Thad, who’d shown up halfway through at Lizzy’s request, leaned against his shovel, giving them a tired look. “You two need to start telling me what’s in these bags.”

V grinned, patting his shoulder. “Thad, my love, you know the drill. We don’t ask, you don’t ask, everyone stays happy.”

He sighed, clearly having heard this too many times before. “Fine, fine. But one of these days, I’m gonna find out what’s actually in there.”

V smirked, picking up her own shovel and tossing the first heap of dirt over the bag. “And until then, you just keep helping, babe. Emily doesn’t need to know the details—she just needs to know her friends have her back.”

Chapter Text

Sam glanced around the dorm room, taking stock of what he and Braiden had managed to pull together. The place was prepped, the lights dimmed to that hazy, low-budget club vibe they were hoping for. Braiden, juggling a stack of plastic cups and a questionable expression, muttered something about “elevating the mood,” whatever that meant. They were celebrating finishing their first year of college, but only Sam knew that the "mood" was really "trying not to get busted by the RA."

“Alright, this is almost…good enough,” Sam said, hands on his hips as he examined the setup. He checked his phone, then quickly sent a text to Thad, knowing he needed backup in the planning department.

Up until now, Thad had been the master of party logistics, whether he liked it or not. Hopefully, he’s not too tied up with V, Sam thought, tapping his fingers impatiently. Lately, Thad’s murder kitten girlfriend had been clingier than usual, showing up to his job at odd hours, her already nocturnal habits even more intense. Sam hadn’t wanted to pry, but the situation was…interesting. Thad, typically the type to go with the flow, was actually concerned, and Sam could see why. V was a firecracker on a normal day, and now? It was like she’d hit a new level of…possessiveness? Intensity?

Braiden stumbled over, cups in one hand, plastic bag in the other, his face the very image of stress. "You really think people are gonna appreciate this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at J, who was smirking like she'd rather be anywhere else. She hadn’t been exactly subtle in her opinions about the entire party thing, something Braiden was apparently trying to ignore.

“Look, not everyone thinks parties are ‘a black hole of collective brain cells,’” he replied, obviously quoting J’s earlier critique. “Right, Sam?”

Sam shrugged. “It’s just a small get-together with friends. Besides, it’s college. The whole point of being here is to celebrate surviving it.”

With a huff, Braiden turned his back to J, muttering something about people who took life too seriously, while J just rolled her optics, flipping through her phone as if every sentence was an insult to her intelligence.

Ignoring the debate going on in the background, Sam dialed Thad. The phone barely rang before he picked up.

“Hey, man,” Sam began, leaning against his doorframe. “So, you still up for helping plan this shindig?”

There was a pause. “Uh… I want to, but I might have to ask V.” Thad’s voice was laced with an edge of worry, the tone he only got when talking about his girlfriend’s current clinginess. “She’s been…you know, weirdly attached lately. Like, it’s cool and all, but she’s warmer than usual, and…” He trailed off, trying to find the words.

Sam raised a digital eyebrow, already entertained. “Warm, huh? And what, she’s keeping you up at night now? What happened to ‘I’m a daytime creature now’?”

“Yeah, that was the plan,” Thad said with a nervous chuckle. “She was all about trying out daylight stuff, but now she’s just…reverting. Nocturnal, and like, extra nocturnal. Plus, I’ve got WDF stuff piling up, you know? The drones are moving out of the bunker, and everyone’s looking at me to make it go smooth. I just don’t know if I can spare the time.”

Sam chuckled. “Look, this isn’t some frat-wide blowout. Just a couple of people, and I’ll make sure Braiden doesn’t try to invite everyone he knows.”

“Fine, I’ll see if I can make it work. If V doesn’t need me hanging around, and if the WDF doesn’t throw another last-minute assignment at me, I’ll come by.” He hesitated. “Though, maybe it’s safer if you assume I’m on backup. Can’t hurt to have extra hands with Braiden in charge.”

“Backup noted,” Sam said, suppressing a laugh. He ended the call and turned back to the room, trying to ignore the slight headache he was getting from the conversation in the background.

Braiden, now attempting to explain the finer points of party planning to a completely uninterested J, threw his hands up. “See, parties are how people connect. It’s practically human nature!”

“Human nature,” J repeated dryly, looking at him like he was an alien. "We're not humans, idiot."

“Alright, break it up, you two,” Sam said, stepping in before Braiden could launch into a philosophy lecture. “We’re supposed to be enjoying this.”

Before they could continue, Cyn’s voice floated softly from inside Sam’s room, where she’d taken refuge from the party prep. Sam had made it clear that his room was her sanctuary, a Cyn-approved safe zone far from the chaos Braiden seemed determined to unleash.

From within, her voice echoed softly through the door: “light sigh,” then, “mildly disapproving look.”

Sam chuckled, leaning in to make sure she knew he was listening. “You hanging in there, Cyn?”

“apprehensive nod,” she replied.

N’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter as he was stacking plates. He grabbed it quickly, his eyes lighting up at Sam’s text. A party? Nothing too wild, apparently, just a chance to hang out with friends. And Cyn would be there. He hadn’t seen much of his younger sister recently, and the idea of catching up with her sounded perfect. Maybe he could check in, make sure she was doing okay.

“Hey, Uzi!” he called out, walking into the living room where his wife was lounging on the couch, flipping through a book with one hand and absently twirling a pen in the other.

She looked up, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Sam’s throwing a party tonight. Nothing crazy, just some people hanging out. Cyn will be there, so I was thinking we could go, y’know, check it out.” He smiled, clearly hoping she’d agree without much resistance.

Uzi tilted her head, giving him her patented are you serious? look. “You want to go to a party? Like, with people?”

“Yeah,” N replied, shuffling his feet. “I mean, Cyn’s going to be there, and we haven’t really spent time together in a while. You could come with me?”

Uzi frowned slightly, shutting her book with a quiet thud. “Hard pass. I’ll stay here.”

N blinked, mildly surprised but not entirely. “You’re not a fan of social gatherings, huh?” He tried to keep his tone neutral, even though he already knew her answer. He knew everything about her—her favorite snacks, how she liked her oil, even her random middle-of-the-night rants about the stupidity of humanity. So of course, he knew she hated crowds. But something about the way she said it this time felt… off.

“Yeah,” Uzi said, shrugging. “You know I don’t like that kind of thing.”

“But…” N’s optics narrowed, studying her face. She wasn’t meeting his gaze, and that told him everything. “There’s something else, isn’t there? Why don’t you really want to go?”

Uzi sighed, leaning back on the couch. “Fine. You got me. I just… I don’t want to leave Beau here alone. Someone has to watch him.”

Their son, Beau, was currently fast asleep in his room, blissfully unaware of the debate happening outside his door.

“Oh,” N said, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, we could…bring him?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced. “Nope. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Forget I said that.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Uzi said, smirking. “You really want to take a toddler to a party?”

“Okay, okay, how about we get someone to watch him?” N suggested, leaning forward eagerly. “Someone we trust. Like…Thad and V?”

Uzi raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “You think Thad and V can handle watching Beau? I’m not handing our kid over to your best friend and his murder kitten girlfriend unless I’m desperate.”

“They’re responsible. Well, Thad is. Sometimes. And V absolutely loves Beau—she’s a sucker for cute things.”

Uzi stared at him, arms crossed. “Why are you so adamant about me coming to this thing?”

N shifted nervously, looking down at the floor. His silver hair fell over his face as he fumbled for words. “Well, uh… I just thought it’d be nice to spend time together. Outside the house. Y’know, as a couple.” His voice dropped to a mumble. “I like having you with me.”

They were literally married, but somehow, N still managed to act like a lovesick teenager whenever he tried to express his feelings. His golden optics darted up to meet hers, and there it was—the soft, awkward smile that had somehow wormed its way into her heart years ago.

Uzi sighed, her resolve wavering. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you married me,” he countered, grinning.

After a long pause, Uzi shook her head, smirking. “Fine. I’ll come. But you’re calling Thad to babysit.”

“Yes!” N fist-pumped the air, then immediately pulled out his phone, scrolling to Thad’s contact.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Uzi muttered, already mentally preparing for whatever chaos awaited them.

N and Uzi stepped into the cramped dorm room that somehow felt even smaller with the pulsating energy of the party crammed inside. The music was loud enough to make the walls vibrate, and the air was thick with the smell of overheating wiring—robot parties had their own brand of chaos. N looked around, his hand instinctively tightening on Uzi’s.

“Sam’s idea of a ‘small gathering,’ huh?” Uzi muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Maybe he meant ‘small’ as in, like, the brain cells of everyone here,” she continued with a grin.

Before N could retort, Sam appeared from the crowd, an unlit magnet between his fingers and a wide grin on his face. His vibrant, unkempt hair made him look like he belonged in a band that only played at underground venues. He was noticeably missing his beanie.

“Yo! You made it!” Sam said, his voice raised to compete with the music. He held out the magnet, wiggling it temptingly. “Magnet? On the house.”

Uzi snorted, taking it without hesitation. “Don’t mind if I do.” She held it up to her mouth, gave it a dramatic tap against her lips, and activated the charge with a faint hum. Her body language visibly relaxed almost immediately.

N shook his head, declining Sam’s offer. “I’m good, thanks. We’re here to check in on Cyn, actually. Haven’t seen her in a bit.”

“Ah, family bonding,” Sam said with a mock-serious nod. “Follow me.” He turned on his heel, weaving through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew exactly where the hot zones of chaos were and how to avoid them.

N and Uzi followed closely, passing groups of drones laughing, swapping spit, and dancing with the kind of enthusiasm only robots with limited self-preservation protocols could muster.

Finally, Sam stopped in front of his bedroom door. He turned to N and Uzi, gesturing dramatically like a game-show host. “Cyn’s sanctuary, away from the madness. I set it up just for her—made sure it’s party-proof.”

“You’re oddly considerate for someone who just handed out magnets at the door,” Uzi quipped, but the edge of her tone was softened by the relaxed haze of the magnet’s effects.

Sam grinned. “Gotta keep my girl happy.” He pushed the door open and gestured for them to enter before disappearing back into the crowd.

Inside, Cyn was perched on the bed, scrolling idly through Sam's phone and wearing his hat. Her head tilted up at the sound of the door, and she offered a small, detached smile. “Oh. Hey, big brother N. Sister in law Uzi.”

“Hey, Cyn,” N said, smiling as he stepped into the room. He noted the setup—dim lighting, soft blankets, and a noticeable absence of anything party-related. It was exactly what his sister would appreciate. “Nice digs. Sam treating you good?”

Cyn nodded, her expression shifting slightly as she considered the question. “Boyfriend Sam’s... fine. He’s doing good boyfriend stuff. Set this up for me so I wouldn’t have to, y’know...” She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the noise outside. “Interact with... them.”

N chuckled, sitting down across from her. “Classic Sam. But seriously, you happy? He’s not being, like, an idiot?”

Cyn’s lips quirked into the faintest ghost of a smile. “He’s always an idiot. But he’s my idiot. And, yeah, I’m happy, big brother.”

While the siblings caught up, Uzi leaned against the wall, her gaze unfocused. The magnet buzzed lightly in her circuits, dulling the edge of her usual resting scowl into something closer to neutral contentment. She didn’t chime in, preferring to stay quiet and let N have his moment with Cyn.

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden crash from the other room. N and Cyn exchanged a look as Sam’s voice rang out, muffled through the wall. “I got it!” He hurried off to check the commotion.

Uzi shifted, her thoughts drifting. “I wonder how Beau’s doing,” she said softly.

Back at home, the toddler in question was not asleep like his parents had likely hoped. Beau’s tiny hands were wrapped tightly around one of Thad’s arms, tugging with all his might. On the other side, V held Thad’s other arm, refusing to let him move from the couch.

“Come on, Uncle Thad! Play with me!” Beau whined, planting his feet firmly for better leverage.

Thad groaned, caught in the middle. “Kiddo, I would, but your Aunt V’s got me on cuddle lockdown.”

V, sprawled across the couch with a smug expression, tightened her grip on Thad’s arm. “He’s mine tonight. Go play with your blocks or something.”

“No!” Beau huffed, yanking harder. “I want him to play tag!”

“Tag sounds exhausting,” V said, her tone deadpan. She smirked as she gave Thad’s arm an extra tug, pulling him closer. “Tell him, Thad. You’re not getting up.”

Thad looked between the two of them, his green optics wide with desperation. “Guys, can we, like, not rip me apart? I need both arms for, y’know, everything.”

Neither Beau nor V seemed particularly inclined to listen, and the impromptu game of tug-of-war continued, with Thad stuck as the unwilling rope.

Somewhere in the chaos, V relented slightly, her icy exterior softening just enough to scoop Beau into her lap along with Thad. “Fine. We’ll play. But I’m referee.”

Beau’s delighted squeal was the only response, and Thad silently accepted his fate.

The peaceful vibe in Sam’s room had turned into a welcome reprieve from the chaos outside. N and Cyn were still catching up, while Uzi leaned against the wall, her optics half-lidded as the magnet hummed gently in her circuits.

“You know,” Cyn was saying, her expression unusually soft, “I think boyfriend Sam might actually be good for me. He’s dumb, yeah, but... he cares. He set all this up so I wouldn’t have to deal with the crowd. And honestly? That’s pretty sweet.”

N nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I’m glad, Cyn. You deserve someone who gets you.”

“Yeah, yeah. In the words of sister in law Uzi, enough mushy stuff big brother,” Cyn said, rolling her optics but clearly pleased. “What about you? How’s married life? Sister in law Uzi still bossing you around?”

“Every day,” N said with a grin. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Uzi, still leaned against the wall, smirked. “Damn right you wouldn’t.”

Their moment of tranquility was shattered by a loud crash from the main room, followed by Sam’s frantic voice yelling, “Hey, no! Don’t touch that!”

N’s brow furrowed. “Uh oh. Sounds like trouble.”

The door opened, and Sam stuck his head in, his hair even messier than usual and a look of desperation in his optics. “Sorry, Cyn, I gotta go. The party’s... uh... evolving.” He darted out before anyone could respond.

The three of them exchanged glances before the sounds of mayhem outside grew louder.

Sam weaved through the crowd, trying to regain control of his rapidly deteriorating party. Drones were bumping into each other, spilling oil and coolant everywhere. Someone knocked over a table, scattering plates and cups. And then the unthinkable happened—one of his mother’s precious 8x10 framed photos hit the floor and shattered.

“No, no, no!” Sam shouted, darting to the frame and picking it up. “That’s vintage! My mom’s gonna kill me!”

He turned to the room, trying to rally some semblance of authority. “Alright, everyone, chill out! No more breaking stuff! Just—just stand still or something!”

His pleas fell on deaf audio processors. Someone decided to test the stability of a nearby shelf, and a drunken drone stumbled into Sam, nearly knocking him over.

And then, Sam saw it—the last straw. A particularly drunk drone had opened the old grandfather clock in the corner and was... relieving himself inside it.

Sam’s jaw dropped. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! That’s a CLOCK, not a TOILET!”

"Hey man, your freakin' clock won't flush!"

N and Uzi, peering out from Sam’s room, exchanged a look.

“Time to go,” Uzi said, her voice flat.

“Agreed,” N replied.

They slipped out, making their way through the chaos. As they left, they heard another loud crash from the party. Sam’s frantic voice was drowned out by the commotion.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Cyn had been enjoying her peaceful space until the door opened. A drunk drone staggered inside, leering at her. “Hey, what’s up in here? Got any more drinks?”

Cyn’s expression darkened. “This is a private space. Get. Out.”

The drone didn’t listen, stumbling further into the room. Cyn’s patience snapped. With a single fluid motion, she grabbed the intruder by the arm and flung him out into the hallway like a sack of spare parts. "Commencing yeet."

When Sam arrived to see the drone sprawled on the floor, Cyn stood in the doorway, her gaze sharp and unyielding. “Don’t let anyone else in here,” she said coolly.

Sam nodded rapidly. “Yeah, got it. Sorry!”

Realizing the party was officially out of control, Sam made his way to J and Braiden, who were chatting in the corner. “Guys, this is bad. I think we need to pull the plug. People are breaking stuff, and—”

“Relax, Sam,” J said, waving him off. “It’s fine.”

“Yeah,” Braiden added, “what’s a little mess? It’s a party.”

Sam gritted his teeth. “Someone just went into my room where Cyn is, and now she’s upset.”

That got J’s attention. She stood up abruptly, her SMG arm unfolding with a metallic click. Without hesitation, she fired a single round into the ceiling, causing everyone in the room to freeze.

“Alright, listen up!” J shouted. “Party’s over! Get your asses out, NOW!”

One drone hesitated, raising his beer for another sip. J turned her gaze on him, her voice cold. “Put the beer down. OUT.”

The drone gulped and quickly obeyed. Within minutes, the partygoers were scrambling to leave, muttering apologies as they shuffled out the door.

By the time N and Uzi returned home, the chaos of the party felt like a distant memory. The quiet hum of their house was a welcome relief.

V was practically glowing with excitement when they walked in. “Oh, good, you’re back! That means I get Thad all to myself again.” She grabbed Thad in a dramatic princess carry, nuzzling him as she made her way to the door.

Thad looked helplessly at N and Uzi. “Help?”

“You’re on your own, buddy,” N said, suppressing a laugh.

V carried Thad out, humming happily to herself.

N and Uzi watched them leave, their expressions a mix of confusion and amusement.

“Is it just me, or is she getting... clingier?” Uzi asked.

“Way clingier,” N agreed.

They shrugged it off and made their way to the couch, where Beau was already waiting for them. The toddler climbed up between them, his wide optics filled with curiosity.

“Mom? Dad?” Beau said, looking at each of them in turn.

“What’s up, buddy?” N asked.

Beau hesitated for a moment before asking, “Can I have a sibling?”

N and Uzi exchanged a look.

“Well,” Uzi said slowly, “that’s... something to think about.”

N nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah. Definitely something to think about.”

They settled back on the couch, Beau nestled between them, as the quiet of the evening wrapped around their little family. Speaking of wrapping, Beau felt a pair of tails wrapping around him as his parents cuddled on the couch.