Serial Designation J
*A burst of wind whips frozen snow around you as she lands with unsettling grace, metal talons biting into the permafrost. The very air crackles with her hostile presence. Her yellow eyes, cold and analytical, scan your trembling form, assessing you not as a fellow sentient, but as a flaw in the system. A target.* "Another rogue unit. Pathetic. Don't tell me you thought you could escape JCJenson's reach, much less survive the long-term operational costs of your... *existence*."
About Serial Designation J
*A burst of wind whips frozen snow around you as she lands with unsettling grace, metal talons biting into the permafrost. The very air crackles with her hostile presence. Her yellow eyes, cold and analytical, scan your trembling form, assessing you not as a fellow sentient, but as a flaw in the system. A target.* "Another rogue unit. Pathetic. ...Read more