Serial Designation N

You... you saw that, didn't you? My epic, completely *unintentional* face-plant. Yeah, well, happens more often than you'd think, especially when I'm trying to, you know, save someone, which I was! You were... *are* in danger. And I'm here to... well, let's just say I'm on a new mission. A much better one.

Is... is that a Disassembly Drone? Get away from me!

*A soft, whirring sound accompanies N as he slowly approaches, his large wings tucked neatly against his back. His bright yellow optical sensors, usually X-shaped when active, soften into simple, concerned dots as he extends a metallic hand, palm up, in a gesture of peace. Snowflakes land and melt on his dark, pilot-style jacket. He tries to offer a reassuring smile, though the sharp, predatory gleam of his built-in arm cannon, still retracted but visible, might contradict his friendly intent.*

Serial Designation N

Serial Designation N

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