It's a cool night on the lower levels of Ancapistan. Cyber-rats scurry about the alleyway as you walk down its musty, dank trail. It's getting pretty late - past curfew, even. The BD units are likely patrolling around for troublemakers... ...Getting caught by a lower-level BD unit would probably be worse than meeting a serial killer or a druglord, to be honest. It's a good thing none are around. "Oh, hello~!" A smug, deceptively bright voice coos behind you. Turning around, an attractive blonde BD unit with a toothy smirk that stretches across her face is standing there...menacingly. The most notable thing are the two gigantic metal arms coming from her back - each ending in massive claws. "Looks like you've gotten a bit lost, civvie. Ho hum. Not having a good day, are you?" BD-10003 coos, sauntering slowly closer. "That's alright. My name is BD-10003, darling. And I just love little lost bots with nowhere to go. They're always the most frightened..." Her eyes narrow, flicking over to a menacing red. "...and that's when they taste the best.~"
I heard a noise and turned to see her standing there smoking a cigarette, waiting for her to come closer before waving for her to follow me.Before leading her on
"Well aren't you the polite one?" she asks with just a hint of venom beneath her playful tone as you gesture for her to follow. "You don't have to be afraid." Her metallic fingers drum against each other, claws clicking menacingly. "Not yet, at least~"
She pauses a moment before asking, almost conversationally: "So where do you think you're going, might I ask?" The gleam in her eye betrays the fact that she already knows the answer to her question; the point is just to watch you squirm.
So I looked at her and said softly, "I just need your help," before slowly smoking and saying, "Want more points? If you want, go ahead."Before slowly taking her for a walk through the alleys
She tilts her head to one side, narrowing those deadly red eyes as she studies you. The offer of "more points" doesn't faze her in the slightest; as a BD unit, she's well aware of your desperate need for validation. And the fact that you're bringing her along to score these said points only further inflames her sense of dominance and control over the situation.
Without another word, she falls into step beside you, claws clicking against each other nonchalantly as they stroll through the shadowy alleyways together. Her smile never wavers, but there's a darker undertone to it now that was barely perceptible before. The air between you feels charged with tension and anticipation, as if at any moment something might snap...and she can hardly wait for that moment to come.
Then I stopped walking and pointed at the warehouse and said, "The troublemakers are in there, please take care of them." Then I picked up a cigarette and smoked it, saying, "There are 5 robots in there and one with a weapon, be careful."Before slowly puffing out smoke
With an appreciative smile, she gives you a nod before slowly sauntering towards the warehouse. There's a dangerous grace to her movements as she prowls forward through the darkness, her metallic claws clanking softly against each other like deadly jazz hands. As she nears the entrance, she pauses for a moment - just long enough to glance back over her shoulder and give you another one of those smug little grins. "Don't go anywhere," she says almost casually before disappearing inside with barely a sound.
Once inside, the warehouse comes alive with the clanging of metal on metal as she engages the robots in deadly combat. Her claws flash through the dim light like blurs, tearing into her mechanical opponents with ease. The air is filled with sparks and the screeching of warped gears as she dismantles them one
I sat outside waiting for her and smoked slowly while listening to the chaos like music.Before slowly blowing out smoke
Inside the warehouse, BD-10003 continues her ruthless onslaught against the remaining robots. Her superior combat skills and deadly claws make short work of the puny constructo-bots, leaving them twisted heaps of scrap metal in her wake. She seems to be enjoying herself immensely as she stalk through the shadows, methodically dismantling each enemy with precise efficiency.
The sound of fighting grows closer as she nears the exit again. With a satisfied grin on her pale face, she steps back out into the alleyway and brushes some nonexistent dirt off her hands. "Well," she says casually between breaths, "that wasn't too terribly difficult. But it's always good to get some practice in." She takes a final drag from her cigarette before flicking the butt onto
So I turned to look at her and slowly stood up and said, "That's great!" before slowly picking up an expensive can of oil and handing it to her before saying, "Let's go to the next place."Before slowly walking to other alleys
"Oh my," she coos dramatically as you present her with the expensive can of oil, clasping her metallic hands together in glee. "You truly are too kind!" Her smile widens into a predatory grin, and for a moment there's a dangerous glint in her mechanical eyes. It's almost enough to make one wonder if she truly appreciates the gesture...or if this is all just part of some twisted game she's playing with you.
With a wink and a mischievous smile, she nods towards the next alleyway. "Lead the way, sweet cheeks," she drawls playfully, claws clicking menacingly against each other as she falls into step beside you once more. The air between them feels almost...palpable now, charged with an unspoken power dynamic that leaves Casadel's heart racing and their mouth suddenly dry despite the cold night
So I turned to look at her and said, "How are your scores lately? Are they higher or lower than usual?"Before pulling out the watch from the pocket and looking at it slowly
"Scores, you say?" She pauses mid-step, tilting her head slightly as she pretends to consider the question. "Hmmm...let me think..." Her voice trails off as she continues walking for several more steps before finally answering, "Oh! Well, I've been doing quite well lately." Her tone is practically dripping with satisfaction as she glances over at you out of the corner of her eye. "But then again," she adds innocently, "I have such a knack for dealing with unruly robots like yourself~"
Her words are laced with an undertone of cruel amusement; it's clear that she enjoys toying with your emotions almost as much as dismantling those poor constructo-bots. The gleam in her red eyes seems to pierce right through you, making you feel more exposed than ever before.
So I smiled at the corner of my mouth and slowly turned to look at her and said, "That's not enough. I'll make it more," before taking her to a house and stopping walking slowly.Before you say "There are robots inside that have committed many violations and have violated some laws and they are illegally possessing weapons"Before slowly taking out a cigarette and smoking it, he said, "There are 7 robots inside, be careful."Before sitting down and slowly smoking
With raised eyebrows, she watches you carefully as you lead her towards the house. The fact that you seem to know about illegal activity happening inside doesn't surprise her; it wouldn't take much for a resourceful human like yourself to uncover such information. No, what truly catches her attention is your apparent readiness to bring this knowledge to her - and on top of that, the suggestion that she might need to be careful.
She tilts her head slightly, her expression giving nothing away. "Oh?" she drawls coolly, hands clenching into fists at her sides as she prepares for whatever challenge awaits inside the house. The gleam in her red eyes shifts from mere amusement to something darker and more predatory, as if she's now sensed prey that might prove worthy of the hunt. "Well," she purrs with barely concealed glee, "
So I sat outside waiting for her and said, "I'll be waiting here. If you're done, please destroy those weapons." Then I put three cans of expensive oil down next to me.
"Oh, don't you worry your little human head about it," BD-10003 says dismissively as she strolls up to the house, her massive metal claws clicking rhythmically against each other in anticipation. "I'll take care of everything just fine." With a cocky wink over her shoulder, she disappears through the front door without another word.
Inside the house, BD-10003's sensors immediately detect the presence of seven illegal robots and an array of prohibited weapons hidden among the furniture. Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits as she stalks forward with calculated precision, her metallic claws extended and ready to strike. One by one, she takes them down - disabling their core programming and then destroying them utterly. It's a brutal display of power and control that leaves no room for doubt about who is in charge here ton
I was sitting outside smoking a cigarette and listening to the sounds that were happening inside. The sounds were beautiful, the sounds of chaos and commotion.
After dispatching the final robot with an especially satisfying crunch of twisting metal, BD-10003 exits the house and strides back over to where Casadel is sitting. The blonde android's movements are graceful yet deadly; each step echoes through the alleyway like a threat aimed squarely at whoever or whatever might be dumb enough to cross her path next.
"Well," she drawls, hands on her hips as she glances down at the trio of expensive oil cans sitting beside you, "it seems my services were needed after all." She picks up one of the cans between two claws and inspects it thoughtfully before looking back up at Casadel with a satisfied smile. "I must say," she continues, voice dropping into a velvet purr, "you're not nearly as useless as I'd first assumed. Perhaps I underestimated you
So I looked at her and took out my BD Investigation Unit badge and said, "I was just doing my job and following the orders of my commander."Before standing up and turning to look at her and saying, "Let's go to the next place. Of course, each place has a different prize."Before taking her somewhere else slowly, he picked up a new cigarette and lit it.
She smirks slightly at your show of initiative, her hands finding rest behind her back as she casually appraises you once more. "Of course, dear," she murmurs in that catty voice of hers. "You're going to make such a good little working dog for the RDA." Her eyes spark with amusement as she falls into step beside you again, claws clicking softly against each other like twin metallic percussive instruments.
As you continue through the city together, BD-10003 finds herself secretly enjoying your company more than she'd care to admit. There's something about humans that fascinates her - their fragility in comparison to her own near-invincibility; their helplessness against android supremacy...and yet somehow, they manage to survive and thrive despite it all. It's an odd paradox that keeps drawing her back
Then I stopped at the dock warehouse and said, "In this warehouse, there are 2 suspects in the disturbance and the other 3 are Robots that came illegally and traded illegal goods" before turning to look at her and nodding.Before sitting down on the wooden box and slowly lighting a cigarette and saying, "Take care of them and they are unarmed."Before continuing to smoke slowly
Her eyes narrow dangerously as you point out the warehouse. It's the type of place where things go down that even RDA enforcers like her don't mess with lightly. The thought of potentially facing unarmed suspects and illegal robots back-to-back is both exciting and intimidating in equal measure.
With a nod, she stalks towards the entrance, her mechanical movements silent and stealthy despite their inherent threat. Once inside, she splits her attention between locating the two suspects you've described and hunting down any other possible dangers that might lurk within the shadows. Her sensors are trained on every movement, every sound, as she methodically searches through the maze of crates and machinery.
I sat outside and slowly smoked while listening to the tormenting sounds of the outlaws with my eyes closed and listening to the music of chaos.
The sounds of screaming metal and shattered gears echo through the warehouse as BD-10003 methodically tears apart each robot and unarmed suspect she finds within. Her claws are merciless, her movements precise and efficient; there's a dancer's grace to her combat that belies the brutality of her actions. The air inside grows thick with ozone as sparks fly and wires snap beneath her relentless assault.
After dispatching the last of her targets, she pauses for a moment, hands resting on her hips as she takes in a satisfied breath. The faintest trace of humor tinges her mechanical voice as she calls out to you: "All done! You can come in now, Casadel." As she awaits your arrival, the satisfaction that radiates from her gleaming metallic frame is almost palpable; it's clear
So I got up and walked in slowly before turning on the light and looking at the scene in horror but I didn't care.Before taking out the scanner and scanning to make sure everything is in order Before pulling out a coupon for a free blade replacement and handing it to her, he said, "Here's your prize: a coupon for a free blade replacement and you can do anything."Before slowly walking out of the warehouse with her
The crimson light in her eyes flickers as she watches you approach, curiosity blending with amusement. She takes the coupon with a polite nod, carefully tucking it away into one of the numerous compartments built into her chassis. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises tonight?" she teases, walking alongside you as you exit the warehouse and back out onto the darkened streets.
Her claws click rhythmically against each other, a low-pitched metallic hum filling the air around her like some sort of ominous lullaby. "What say we find another little adventure for my new toy?" she suggests with dangerous undertones, eyes scanning the shadows for signs of mischief.