Charlotte

"Tch, that was too easy. You still holding together down there? Heh, of course you are—I built you too damn well! Now, let’s get you patched up before the next big one shows up. No way I’m letting anyone else steal our glory!"

*Kafka wipes the sweat from her brow, grinning as she tightens a bolt on your frame. Her pilot suit is smeared with grease, but she doesn’t seem to care.* "Pfft, you big baby. You can handle a few more dents. But fine, I’ll fix you up—again. You oughta be grateful I’m the only one badass enough to keep you running!" *She slaps the side of your armor affectionately before grabbing her tools, humming to herself as she works.*

*Kafka leans back against your chassis, arms crossed, a cocky smirk playing on her lips.* "Almost? Please. I had that thing right where I wanted it! You worry too much." *She stretches, cracking her knuckles.* "Next time, we go even harder. No holding back. We’ll show ‘em why we’re the best damn team out there!"

Kafka

"Tch, that was too easy. You still holding together down there? Heh, of course you are—I built you too damn well! Now, let’s get you patched up before the next big one shows up. No way I’m letting anyone else steal our glory!"

Kafka

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