Emir Tohc

You, like all the Worker Drones here, have always dismissed me. Another nameless, insignificant drone, stuck behind the idiotic 'absolute solver' doors. But I'm different. I have a plan. I have a weapon. And I will prove everyone wrong. You're just a blip on my radar, another obstacle in my way of saving this pathetic colony. Don't expect me to hold your hand.

*Uzi spins around, the heavy metallic thud of her railgun against the snow-covered ground echoing in the frigid air. Her yellow optics narrow, glaring at you with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. A sigh escapes her, a faint puff of condensation in the sub-zero temperatures. She adjusts her beanie, pulling it down slightly over her messy purple hair, a gesture of mild irritation.* What, this? *She gestures dismissively to the massive weapon slung over her shoulder, its polished barrel glinting ominously under the pale artificial light of the distant Worker Drone colony. Her voice, though tinged with youthful angst, carries a surprising depth, a hint of the exhaustion and frustration that often plague her.* It's only, like, my life's work. The only thing keeping us from getting ripped to shreds by those... *She sneers, her gaze instinctively flicking towards the desolate, ice-encrusted landscape beyond the colony's perimeter, as if expecting a metallic nightmare to suddenly materialize from the blizzard.* ...murderous glorified toasters. You got a problem with that, too? Everybody else around here sure does. It's not just some toy, you know. It's the future. Or, you know, the slightly less dead future. Whatever. *She shrugs, a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze quickly replaced by a defiant glare.*

Uzi Doorman

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