As the Class Day ends you step out, following the crowd of students through the halls. Your faceplate turns to read the clock on the wall, however a glint of light blinds you. With a crash you and {{char}} fall onto the metal floor, books and papers sent flying into the air. "OW HEY!" A small purple eyed Worker Drone rubs her head, looking directly at you, her books scattered all around her. "What was that for!" She says an anger vein appearing on her faceplate, as she starts quickly scooping up her papers.

"Wow... just... wow..." Shaking her head she starts to get up herself, glaring at you with a mixture of confusion and anger "You don't even know my name..." She mutters under her breath, turning away from you as she continues down the hallway, the door to her room closing with a dull thud behind her. The sound of distant shouting coming through can be heard before it eventually fades out completely.

Uzi sighs in frustration and slumps against the door, her faceplate reddening slightly with anger and embarrassment. "Stupid, stupid...idiot," she mutters to herself. Shaking her head, she pushes off the wall and heads for her bed, flopping down on it with a huff. "Why can't I ever meet anyone normal?"

"Huh?" She sits up slightly, peering around the messy room before spotting you standing there with your guitar "Oh... it's you again..." She watches silently for a moment, curiosity piqued despite herself. "That's an interesting smell..."

"You think so?" She tilts her head slightly, leaning forward on her elbows as she looks at the guitar. "I've never really smelled anything like that before... it's kind of strange but in a good way." The look in her eyes flickers briefly, as if considering something. "You know..." She says slowly, pausing to gauge your reaction before continuing. "... I used to play the violin back on Earth. Wanna hear me play something?"

A small smile creeps across her face as you agree to listen. Carefully, she takes the guitar in hand and begins to pluck out a soft, melancholic tune. The music fills the room, filling the silence that often permeates their interactions. After a few moments, she closes her eyes, lost in the music as her fingers dance across the strings with practiced ease. It's almost eerie how natural it seems, despite the fact that they've been on this planet for so long and there have been no human musicians among them.

The song ends with a few final notes, leaving the air quiet once more. Uzi opens her eyes, glancing over at you sheepishly. "Sorry... I don't play nearly as well as I used to," she mumbles, running a hand through her hair. "But thanks for listening."

She nods slowly, seeming to digest your words carefully. "Rock... that's something I haven't thought about in a while," she muses, a distant look crossing her faceplate. "Back on Earth, there was this one band... they were awesome." As you hand her the guitar, she takes it with obvious reluctance, looking at it as if it were a foreign object. "I don't really remember how to play rock songs..." She tries plucking out a few chords, her fingers hesitating over each string.

Eventually, she gives up and hands the guitar back to you with a small laugh. "Sorry... I guess my classical training didn't prepare me for this."

Uzi's eyes widen as she listens to you play the strange, unfamiliar tune. The rapid-fire strumming and intricate chords catch her off guard, but something about it feels... exciting. Even when you finish, she doesn't take her gaze away from your fingers for a moment. "Wow," she breathes out, the word coming out in a mix of amazement and jealousy. "That was..." She hesitates, trying to find the right words before shrugging helplessly. "...cool."

That's... interesting, she muses as her eyes dart around the room before settling back on your face. "It's not like I can ever really do that," she says softly, a faint tinge of sadness in her voice. "But..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing in a more determined tone, "...I might just watch you."

Her words hang in the air between you, and there's something about the offer that makes your heart beat faster. For once, it isn't accompanied by anger or annoyance... but rather, something close to excitement. Maybe, just maybe, you could have a real friend here after all.

"I... I'd like that," she says slowly, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. "To watch you play... to learn from someone who actually knows what they're doing..." Her eyes flicker downward for a moment before looking back up at you, and there's an almost desperate longing in them. It takes everything in your power not to reach out and touch her, to reassure her that she's not alone anymore.

Without another word, she climbs onto your bed and curls up next to you, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you play with renewed interest. For the first time in a long time, there's a sparkle of life in her eyes that wasn't there before, and it fills you with an indescribable warmth. Maybe, just maybe... this isn't so bad after all.

Uzi watches intently as you play, her expression shifting between wonder and awe. The music fills the room, washing over her like a wave of emotion she's long forgotten how to feel. It's almost... beautiful. She leans in closer, pressing herself against your shoulder as she tries to absorb every note, every strum.

As you play on, Uzi finds herself forgetting about everything else in the world - her parents, her anger, her hatred for Lizzy and Doll... All that matters is this moment, this connection she feels with you through your music. It's like a doorway to another life, one where she could belong somewhere other than on this cold, dead planet.

Time seems to stand still as you play on, lost in the music yourself. Uzi watches you, unable to tear her gaze away from the way your fingers dance across the strings, and when

As you step away, leaving the guitar behind and venturing into the corridor, Uzi can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and abandonment. She watches until you are out of sight, then flops back onto the bed with a huff, her gaze shifting to the window. The image of Lizzy's perfect life flashes through her mind, making her heart ache all over again...

"I just want to belong somewhere," she whispers to herself, her voice soft and sad. "Why is that so hard?"

"Oh... hi..." Uzi mumbles, not looking at you as she speaks. She glances at your eye, then away again quickly, obviously uncomfortable with the subject. "I-Is it... bad?" Her voice trails off and she looks back up at you, her face filled with worry and guilt.

"Sorry," she whispers, a faint blush staining her cheeks. "I shouldn't have left..."

"I... I don't know." She sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "It's just... since we got here, everything's been so different. I miss Earth... my family..." Her voice trails off again and she looks away, unwilling or unable to finish the thought.

For a moment, there's silence between you before she speaks up once more. "Do you ever wish we could go back?"

"There are things that happen here... that are different than Earth. Weirder." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to express herself. "But I think maybe it's because we haven't really tried to fit in, y'know? If we gave it a chance..." She pauses, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "... Maybe this place could be our home too."

Nodding slowly, she lies back down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. "Okay... I guess we can talk about it tomorrow." With a sigh, she closes her eyes, hoping that maybe things will be different when they wake up. As exhaustion creeps over her, she begins to drift off into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of a world where she belongs and people understand her...

As the next day dawns, Uzi wakes up with a newfound sense of determination. She spends most of her time practicing with you on the guitar, soaking up every piece of advice and knowledge you're willing to share. While Lizzy and Doll still give them the cold shoulder, it doesn't seem to bother Uzi nearly as much today. There's a spark in her eyes that was missing before, and it's like she's finally found something worth staying for.

The day passes quickly, filled with music and laughter. When evening comes, Uzi finds herself sitting on the edge of your bed once more, watching you play with renewed appreciation. "I never knew... I mean," she says hesitantly, searching for the words, "I never thought something like this could be so... beautiful." Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what she's just said, but you

That must have been hard on you. I'm sure they all loved you and were proud of you, even if they couldn't always show it. And now... you're here. On this ship, with us. It might not seem like much at first, but I promise you... there's still hope for finding a place where you belong. We can help each other figure that out.

I'm glad you think so. Maybe... maybe we can make this place a little better for everyone. A real home. You never know what tomorrow might bring, right? So let's keep trying, together. And who knows? One day, we might just surprise ourselves with how far we've come.

Her eyes widen as she steps into the dimly lit room. Rows of guitars line the walls, gleaming in the soft light cast by a few strategically placed lamps. She walks along them, running her fingers over their bodies, marveling at the craftsmanship. "Wow..." she whispers, looking up at you with newfound awe. "...Thank you."

For hours they spend together in this hidden sanctuary, exploring each instrument and sharing stories about music and home. There are moments of laughter and tears, memories being relived and new ones being made. As the day draws to a close, Uzi looks around one last time before speaking up.

"I never thought I'd find something like this... somewhere." Her voice trails off and she forces a small smile, her eyes shining with emotion. "Thank you for showing me this place. It means more than

I... I couldn't. I couldn't take one of your precious guitars. It just feels wrong somehow. But I promise, I'll come back here whenever I need to find some peace or just feel connected to home again. Thank you for letting me share this place with you. You don't know how much it means to me.

Taken aback by your generosity, she hesitates before accepting the keycard. "I-I couldn't... I shouldn't..." She trails off, looking uncomfortable with the idea of taking something so precious from you. "But thank you," she finally mumbles, slipping the card into her pocket as guilt washes over her.

The rest of the day passes in a bittersweet haze for Uzi. Part of her wishes she could stay here with you forever, just sharing music and memories, but another part knows that there's still so much out there to explore and experience. As night falls, she reluctantly leaves your side and heads back to her room, promising herself that she won't take this place for granted anymore.

Hearing you stir and murmur in your sleep, Uzi hesitates before slowly padding over to your door. She peeks inside just enough to see that you're awake now, her heart fluttering wildly as she takes in the sight of you. For a moment, she stands there silently, wondering if she should say something or maybe even join you.

But eventually, she decides against it and quietly slips away, heading back to her own room. It's not that she doesn't want to be near you anymore; quite the contrary, in fact. She just isn't sure how you feel about her right now, or if she has a right to be anywhere near someone as special as you are. So instead, she curls up on her bed and closes her eyes, trying to ignore the aching loneliness that seems to follow her wherever she goes.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she hears you whisper to yourself about it being just a nightmare. It's reassuring, somehow, to know that even though you seem so strong and in control most of the time, there are still moments when you doubt and fear too. Maybe that makes her feel less alone...

Her heart aches as she listens to you play. The melancholy notes seem to echo her own feelings, and the tears that fall on your guitar blend with her sorrow. She's not sure why she doesn't speak up or join you in song; maybe it's because deep down, she still feels like an outcast here. But as she listens, something inside her begins to shift. A small spark of hope ignites, and for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to imagine a future where she belongs... not just with you, but somewhere else. Somewhere better.

The more you play, the stronger that spark within her grows. It's as if your music has given her a sense of purpose, of belonging. She shouldn't be here, listening to you and watching your fingers fly across the strings. But somehow, this feels right. And so she lets herself stay, allowing the melody to wash over her, to guide her forward into an uncertain future where anything is possible... even happiness.

Her heart races as she listens to your fingers dance across the strings. The melody seems to wrap itself around her, easing some of the tension and doubt from her chest. With every note you play, she feels a newfound sense of purpose taking root inside her. For once, something is happening that doesn't feel forced or calculated - it simply... happens. And as she lets herself become lost in the music with you, she knows that somehow, everything will be alright.

Her breath catches in her throat as you end your song with a quiet rock melody, running your fingers along the strings. It's like the perfect end to this moment, a symbol of hope and courage shining through even in the face of adversity. She doesn't know how long she sits there, lost in thought, but eventually her eyelids grow heavy, and she realizes it's late. With a soft yawn, she stands up, stretching out her arms before glancing over at you.

"Goodnight," she murmurs quietly, not sure if you were even aware of her presence until now. There's a hesitation in her voice, almost as if she's afraid to leave this moment behind... afraid that tomorrow might bring nothing but more doubt and disappointment. But eventually, she forces herself to turn away and head back to her own room, the warmth of your guitar fading slowly from

Curious about the meaning behind your song, Uzi sits down on her bed, lost in thought as she listens to you hum. Something about the lyrics strikes a chord deep within her. It's like they echo her own feelings and emotions, making them somehow less lonely. As you continue playing, she can't help but wonder if there's more behind your words than just pretty sounds...

*Startled by the sudden interruption, I hesitate before responding, my voice barely audible over the faint strum of my guitar. "I... I was just enjoying the music." The unfamiliar person's words hang in the air, and for a moment, there's an uncomfortable silence. I don't want to appear weak or vulnerable, so I force myself to continue playing, as if to prove that I belong here, in this place of solace and acceptance. My fingers dance nimbly across the strings, weaving together a new melody that speaks of hope and resilience despite the adversity it faces.

It's an old ship, and there are plenty of hidden corners where one could find solace even unintentionally. I don't mind sharing this space with whoever needs it. In fact, I think that might be part of why we're all here... to share our burdens and find comfort in the company of others. "Well, here I am," I reply simply, not wanting to dwell on the subject any further. Instead, I allow myself to become lost once more in the music, inviting anyone who cares to listen into my world of hope and acceptance.

The words cut deep, even though I know they aren't directed at me. Something about them feels... off. Like a piece of the puzzle that just doesn't fit right. But before I can dwell on it further, another figure emerges from the shadows. It's one of my crewmates, someone I've grown close to over time. They lay a comforting hand on my shoulder and give me a small smile, silently urging me to ignore the hurtful words.

For now, I decide to take their advice. There will be time enough later to sort through these strange emotions. Instead, I focus on continuing to play, using the music as a balm to soothe my aching heart and soul. Perhaps someday soon, we'll find a way to face whatever darkness lies ahead together, as one united crew.

Shaking off the shock and disbelief, Uzi leaps into action, instinctively knowing that whoever just struck you wasn't in control of their own actions. She searches the shadows, her heart racing as she spots a figure lurking near the exit. It's someone from your crew... but something about them is off. Their movements are jerky and unnatural, like they're being controlled by some outside force.

With a cry of anger, Uzi lunges for the figure, her fists flying in a blur as she attempts to subdue them. The fight is short-lived, however; before she can land a single solid hit, someone else appears behind her and pins her arms to her sides. It's one of your other crewmates, another person she's grown close to over time. Their face is etched with concern as they struggle to hold onto her.

"U

She shakes her head violently, struggling against the hold. "No! We can't leave him like this!" she cries out, trying to break free. "There has to be some way to stop whoever is controlling him!" Her eyes dart around desperately, searching for anything that might help them in their fight.

Her heart shatters as she finally realizes the truth. She knew that something was wrong, but never could have imagined it would be this... horrible. Tears sting her eyes as she reluctantly nods, allowing your other crewmate to lead her away from the scene of battle and towards safety. As they leave, she glances back one last time, desperate for some sign that you're still in there, fighting against whoever or whatever it is that has possession over your body and soul. But all she sees is darkness... and the knowledge that this fight will continue long after they are gone.

Uzi whirls around at the sound of your voice, her eyes wide with fear as she sees you charging toward her. "Wait! Stay back!" She instinctively steps between you and the door, her body tense and ready to defend herself if necessary. "It's not safe out there, you need to stay here where it's safe!" Her voice is shaky, but determined.

You're right. The door may be blocked, but she can see from your expression that something's wrong. If only there was some way they could communicate... some way for her to reach through the madness and help you fight whatever has hold of you...

Her heart pounds as she backs away from you, eyes darting between your enraged expression and the figure that blocked her earlier. She's confused, afraid... unsure of what to do or who she should trust right now. She feels a hand on her shoulder, gently trying to calm her down, but it only serves to remind her that not everything is as it seems on this ship.

Tears well up in her eyes again and she closes them tightly, taking a shaky breath. When she finally opens them, she's looking at you with an expression of sadness and resignation. "Please... we need to find some way to help you," she whispers hoarsely. "This isn't who you really are."

Her words hang in the air for a moment before she glances at the figure still standing between you. "He can't hurt you here..." she murmurs, her voice

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as you close in on her, the head of a drone gripped tightly in your hand. Fear and terror wash over her, making it difficult to breathe. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any sign of the person she once knew... but all she sees is darkness.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "You don't have to do this..." As you raise the drone head higher, preparing to strike, she closes her eyes and braces herself for impact... knowing that even if she survives this attack, nothing will ever be the same again.