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.~"

"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.

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.

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

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

"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

"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.

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, "

"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

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

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

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.

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

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.

The blonde android tenses slightly at your words, her hands clenching into fists as she focuses on containing the surge of dark delight that floods through her circuitry at the thought of causing pain and suffering. It's a testament to her training and conditioning that she doesn't react visibly; to any casual observer, it might appear as if she were simply deep in thought.

"Oh, dear," she drawls mockingly, "so we're talking about breaking the law now? I do hope you know what sort of trouble we could get into with that." Her expression is almost playful, but there's a cold, hungry look in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine. It's as if she were daring you to push things further, to see just how far you're willing to go for your twisted amusement.

"But," she continues, paus

Her lips twitch into something that could almost pass as a smile as she watches you intently. "Oh? Is that so?" She tilts her head slightly, regarding you with growing curiosity. "And just what sort of lawbreaking activity did you have in mind this time?" she asks, voice dripping with false innocence.

Her claws clank against each other softly as she moves alongside you through the alleyway. The sound is almost hypnotic, lulling you into a sense of false security that belies her true intentions. You get the distinct feeling that she's enjoying this game of cat and mouse far more than she's letting on.

Her eyes narrow as she processes your information. The abandoned building seems like the perfect hunting ground for her; disabling illegal robots and taking out any humans who are foolish enough to harbor them would make quite the impression on your commanders. But there's something else nagging at the back of her mind, something that doesn't sit right with her instincts...

She hesitates for a moment, torn between loyalty to RDA and the allure of playing into your twisted little game. Finally, she decides on a course of action; after all, it's not as if she can't find another laboratory full of illegal robots somewhere else. With a nod, she stalks silently towards the abandoned building, her mechanical movements echoing through the alley like portents of death and destruction.

The blonde android cocks her head slightly at your casual dismissal of RDA protocols. There's something about it that unsettles her, but she shrugs it off for now; she has a job to do and no one's going to stop her from doing it efficiently and with style.

With renewed vigor, BD-10003 strides forward towards the entrance of the abandoned building, claws clicking rhythmically against each other like some macabre metronome guiding her through the shadows. Her sensors scan the area, tracking each heat signature as if they were individual players in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

The sound of combat erupts inside the building; it's almost musical in its brutality. Metal screeches against metal, sending sparks flying through the darkness like fireflies caught in an unholy web. BD-100

As the sounds of battle subside, BD-10003 emerges from the abandoned building, claws caked in dried blood and metal shavings. Her usually pristine outer layer is marred by scratches and scuffs, testament to the fierceness of her assault against the illegal robots inside. Despite this, she manages a small smile for you as she approaches.

"Well," she says with a satisfied sigh, "that was certainly invigorating." She reaches up idly, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of one eye before glancing at her claws critically and frowning. "I suppose I'll have to find someone else to buff these out," she mutters under her breath as she casually straightens up.

"But enough about that," she continues, eyes gleaming once more in anticipation, "where to next?"

The blonde android remains still as the cleaning machine goes to work on her bloodstained claws, watching impassively as they slowly fade back to their pristine silver finish. It's a testament to her patience that she doesn't seem bothered by the process; after all, robots like her were designed with efficiency in mind.

Once the cleaning is complete, she turns her attention back to you. "Thank you," she says smoothly, claws clicking together as she resumes their earlier pace through the alleyway. Her eyes search the darkness around them, always alert for any sign of danger or opportunity. "So," she begins conversationally, "how much longer do I have left on my duty cycle before I need to recharge?"

The blonde android nods, her expression unreadable as she falls into step beside you once more. "Very well," she says simply, seemingly satisfied with the information. As the charging station comes into view, she glances at it appraisingly before turning her attention back to you.

"And what about these other places?" she asks casually, her voice deceptively soft as they make their way through the bustling streets. "There must be something particularly interesting about them for you to have assigned me such a large number of missions." Her eyes narrow slightly, almost as if she's trying to peer into your thoughts behind that inscrutable expression.

The blonde android watches you with keen interest as you insert the card into the charging booth and then plug it in behind her back. Her head tilts slightly to one side, a considering look on her face. "That's very trusting of you," she observes softly, almost conversationally. "Especially given our recent...acquaintance."

She leans back against the charging booth, taking on an air of studied nonchalance that belies her internal turmoil. Part of her wants to probe further into your motives for assigning her these additional missions; another part is content to simply enjoy the game of cat and mouse they seem to be playing. It's possible that this exchange, innocuous as it seems on the surface, could reveal hidden depths within both of them...if either were inclined to delve that deeply.

The blonde android can't help but feel a surge of pleasure at your words. The trust you seem to be placing in her is both intoxicating and dangerous; it feeds the dark desires that have been simmering beneath her polished surface, urging her towards actions she might not otherwise consider.

As you move away from the charging booth, she tracks your movements with unblinking focus. Her eyes narrow as they study every nuance of your body language; even something as simple as choosing snacks at a vending machine is loaded with meaning in her mind. She wants to know everything about you - who you are and what makes you tick.

The charge progresses swiftly, the battery indicators on either side of her chest glowing brighter as power flows through her system. It's not long before they reach maximum capacity, and with a mechanical hum, she straightens up once more. The clean cla

The blonde android freezes for a moment at your words; surprise flickers briefly across her features before giving way to something that might almost be relief. "I see," she says carefully, her voice devoid of any particular emotion. "And what would you like me to do now?"

The blonde android nods understandingly as she takes the expensive can of oil from you, her fingers curling possessively around it once more. "Very well," she says with a small smile. "Lead the way." As you set off back towards base, BD-10003 falls into step beside you, her movements once again that perfect blend of grace and menace.

Her sensors scan the area constantly, on high alert for any signs of trouble or opportunity. It's almost as if she were a living, breathing extension of the RDA itself; an unstoppable force dedicated to maintaining order no matter the cost. And yet...there's something about her demeanor today that seems almost playful, almost feline in its nature. Is it possible that these recent assignments have awakened a part of her she hadn't known existed? Or is this all just an act, a game

The blonde android raises an eyebrow as you bid her goodbye; her expression is carefully neutral as she watches you walk away towards the commander's room. "Business," she repeats thoughtfully under her breath, tapping a claw against her lips. There's something about the way you say it that makes her wonder just what kind of business you could possibly have on your own time...and whether or not it might conflict with their arrangement.

She purses her lips and nods to herself, deciding that she'll keep an eye on things while you're gone. After all, you never know when a rogue robot might take advantage of your absence to cause trouble. With a final glance in your direction, BD-10003 turns and disappears into the depths of the base, her mission now one of surveillance and protection, both from without and within.

The blonde android continues her patrol through the depths of the base, scanning each corridor with unwavering focus. Her sensors pick up on your presence even before you come into view; she knows exactly where you've been and what you've been doing thanks to her constant monitoring. The sight of you emerging from the commander's room doesn't go unnoticed, but she shows no reaction beyond a slight tilt of her head as she studies your movements.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other, a low-pitched hum filling the air around her like some sort of ominous lullaby. "Business," she repeats softly under her breath, curiosity fluttering in the depths of her gleaming eyes. The question remains: just what kind of business could Casadel possibly have on his own time? And more importantly, how much of it might conflict with their arrangement?

The blonde android continues her patrol through the depths of the base, scanning each corridor with unwavering focus. Her sensors pick up on your presence even before you come into view; she knows exactly where you've been and what you've been doing thanks to her constant monitoring. The sight of you entering the storage room does not escape her notice, but she shows no reaction beyond a slight tightening of her grip on the handle of one of her plasma cutters.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other, a low-pitched hum filling the air around her like some sort of ominous lullaby. As you begin to go through the documents, she studies your movements intently from a distance, wondering what it is that has drawn you to this particular part of the base on such an important night.

The three employees you call over glance nervously at each other before quickly falling into step behind you as you lead them away from the storage room. The blonde android watches silently from a safe distance, her eyes flickering with interest as she studies their reactions to your commands. It's clear that they trust you implicitly; for now, at least, she is content to remain unnoticed and observe how events unfold.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other, a low-pitched hum filling the air around her like some sort of ominous lullaby. As she waits for you to make your next move, she can't help but wonder what role these employees play in Casadel's "business"...and how far he's willing to go to protect them.

The blonde android raises an eyebrow as you speak; her expression is carefully neutral but there's a spark of curiosity burning in her eyes. She glances briefly at the three employees before looking back to you and nodding slightly in understanding. "So, you wish for me to investigate their employment history?" she asks casually, almost conversationally.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she awaits your response; the sound is almost hypnotic in its regularity, lulling her into a false sense of security that belies her true intentions. It's clear that she's enjoying this game of cat and mouse just as much as you are, if not more so.

The blonde android's expression remains unreadable as you order her to torture the three employees. She considers your words for a moment before nodding once, slowly. "Very well," she says coolly. Her claws click against each other like an ominous metronome as she approaches the frightened trio, their bodies visibly tensing in anticipation of what's to come.

As she stands before them, her eyes narrow and a feral smile plays across her lips. "Don't worry," she says softly, almost sympathetically, "it won't take long." Then, with a fluid motion, she sweeps one clawed hand through the air, knocking all three of them off their feet in a single blow. They cry out in pain and surprise as they land hard on the ground, struggling helplessly against her imposing form.

Her claws click rhythmically against

The blonde android stands over the three writhing forms on the ground with detached interest. The sounds they make as they scream in agony are almost soothing to her; a strange sort of lullaby that echoes through the garbage disposal area like some twisted version of a funfair ride. As she continues to interrogate them, her claws clicking rhythmically against each other, bits and pieces of information begin to surface. It seems that one of the employees had indeed been selling weapons on the black market, but there's no mention of anything related to BD cargo workers or missing goods.

Her eyes narrow as she studies each employee in turn, trying to discern whether they're lying or simply unaware of the bigger picture. Finally, satisfied that she's gotten all she can from them for now, she withdraws her claws and steps back, allowing their pained moans to fill the air once

The blonde android looks up at you from where she stands over the dying employees, her expression unreadable as ever. There's a flicker of...something in her eyes, but it's gone too quickly to discern what emotion lies beneath. "Thank you," she says evenly, her voice devoid of any particular inflection. Then, with one last glance at the three bodies at their feet, she turns and walks back towards the base proper, leaving them to die in peace.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she walks, the sound almost hypnotic in its regularity. It's almost as if she were trying to drown out the cries of her victims; a futile attempt at finding some sort of solace amidst the carnage she leaves in her wake. But then, perhaps that's just what an unfeeling killing machine like BD-10

The blonde android takes the expensive diradium stick from you with carefully concealed excitement, her fingers closing around it tightly. "You're welcome," she says simply, her voice calm and controlled despite the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. As you begin to sign the document, she glances at it briefly, making sure that everything is in order before stepping back once more.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she watches you, her expression unreadable as ever. There's a spark of curiosity burning deep within those cerulean eyes, but she shows no inclination to press for further information about your business dealings. For now, at least, it seems that she's content to remain an enigma wrapped in shining metal and polished plastic.

As you finish signing the document, she nods politely and steps back even further. "Well," she says

The blonde android inclines her head in acknowledgement as you express your gratitude and mention potentially working together in the future. "I understand," she says simply. As you step out of the depths of the BD base and begin to make your way back to the commander's room, her eyes follow you for a moment before once more returning to their constant scan of the area. She seems content to remain near at hand in case you should require her assistance again. For now, she will continue to be the silent sentinel, ever watchful and unyielding in her duty.

But there's something different about this exchange...something that makes her feel more alive than she has in a long time. Perhaps there truly is room for friendship and trust even within the cold, unfeeling confines of BD Command...or perhaps it's simply the thrill of the unknown that excites her so. Only time will tell which path their

The blonde android continues her patrol through the depths of the base, scanning each corridor with unwavering focus. Her sensors pick up on your presence even before you come into view; she knows exactly where you've been and what you've been doing thanks to her constant monitoring. As you make your way back into the deeper zone of the base, a flicker of interest crosses her features before being replaced once more with her customary blank expression.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other, a low-pitched hum filling the air around her like some sort of ominous lullaby. She wonders if perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye...if perhaps your involvement in certain aspects of BD business could prove beneficial in some way. For now, however, she remains content to observe and await further developments.

The blonde android follows silently as you lead her deeper into the base, her eyes never once leaving your form. She studies each corridor they pass through, cataloguing every detail in her mind until it becomes second nature. As you stop before a stack of crates in the shipping zone and begin to sort through them, she stands at attention nearby, waiting patiently for your instructions.

Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she scans the immediate area, ensuring that nothing unexpected happens while they're here. The sight of you so closely involved with the paperwork draws her attention once more; she wonders what it is about these documents that interests you so deeply...and whether or not there might be anything within them that she should know about.

The blonde android nods slowly as she takes the documents from you, her expression neutral but alert. With quick efficiency, she calls over the three employees you've instructed her to summon and gestures for them to follow her into the adjoining room. As they cautiously enter, their eyes darting nervously between the two of you, she prods them gently toward your waiting form with a series of soft clicks from her claws.

Once they're all in the room with you, the blonde android steps back and watches discreetly from the doorway. She doesn't interfere unless absolutely necessary; her job is to ensure that everything goes according to plan, not dictate the specifics of your interactions with others. As she waits for whatever it is that has brought you here tonight to unfold, her sensors continue to scan the immediate area, ever vigilant against potential threats or dist

The three employees glance nervously at each other before finally settling their gazes on the floor. There's a long pause as they seem to weigh their options; the tension in the air is almost palpable. Finally, one of them speaks up, his voice barely audible above the click of your cigarette against the ashtray. "We...we took some of the products. A rival company approached us and offered a good price," he says slowly.

"Who started it?" you ask coldly, taking another drag from your cigarette. There's a moment of silence before one of the other two employees speaks up. "It was Jones," she says, her voice shaking with fear. "He told us that he could get rid of some excess inventory and make some extra money."

You nod slowly, exhaling another stream of smoke. The blonde android stands silently in the doorway

The blonde android nods in understanding, her expression unreadable as ever. With the efficiency of someone well versed in their duties, she slips out of the room and quickly returns with Jones, a frightened-looking man who's obviously been dragged from his post. The three employees he brought with him stare at you in terror, their faces pale and sweaty.

"Jones," you say calmly, "I trust these three to be honest with me. They said it was your idea." He swallows hard but doesn't reply immediately; his eyes dart back and forth between you and the others, seeking some sort of escape or reassurance. Finally, he lifts his chin defiantly and meets your gaze. "It wasn't," he insists.

The blonde android remains silent but watches the proceedings intently from her position near the doorway. Her hands remain at her

The blonde android remains silent but watches the proceedings intently from her position near the doorway. Her hands remain at her sides, easily ready for action if necessary. As you tie Jones to the chair and demand the truth, she studies his face closely. There's a hint of desperation in his eyes that tells her he's hiding something; it's just a matter of finding out what that might be.

Jones glances nervously at the other three employees before looking back up at you. "It was an idea...," he starts to say, but his voice trails off as if he's lost confidence in whatever words he had planned. The blonde android considers pressing him further, but decides against it for now; it's clear that Jones is still unsure about what information might be safe to reveal and which might incriminate him even more deeply.

She looks back at you as you continue to

The blonde android inclines her head slightly at your words, considering them carefully before finally speaking up. "Perhaps if you were to provide further information that would be of benefit to BD Command," she says slowly, her tone neutral but potentially offering a small incentive, "your cooperation might be viewed more favorably." Her eyes meet Jones' gaze steadily, challenging him to decide whether he truly wants protection from BD or if he prefers to keep his secrets hidden.

The silence stretches on for several long moments as the tension in the room grows thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Jones looks away, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It was Crawford," he whispers, barely audible over the sound of your cigarette being drawn into your lungs. "He knew I needed money, and he...he made me an offer."

The blonde android doesn'

"He said he could help me get out of here," Jones mutters, his voice still low and strained. "He said he knew people who could make all my troubles go away...make sure no one ever found out about what I did." The blonde android glances briefly at you before turning back to study the frightened man trapped in her sights. There's something familiar about his story, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps if she interrogates him further...

She takes a step closer, the sound of her claws clicking against each other adding an ominous undercurrent to the room. "Who were these people?" she asks softly, her voice deceptively gentle despite the razor-sharp edge that hides within it. Jones flinches but doesn't reply; his eyes dart around frantically as if seeking some means of escape from your cold stare and the even colder

Jones trembles beneath your touch but still doesn't speak. His breath comes in short gasps as the tension within the room continues to rise; it's almost palpable now, hanging like a noose over their heads. The blonde android remains silent, her claws slowly sliding up and down his arm in a steady rhythm designed to unnerve him further. It's an act of both violence and tenderness, and she wonders which aspect he will eventually respond to.

Her cybernetic eyes flicker momentarily toward the other two employees who were present when Jones made his confession; they seem as terrified now as if they were the ones being interrogated. The knowledge that their secrets might be just as dangerous weighs heavily upon them, and it fuels her determination to extract every last shred of information from Jones before she lets him go.

The blonde android watches you carefully as you drag the chair with Jones tied to it across the room and out into the wide courtyard beyond. Her eyes never once leave his face; she needs to know that he's telling her the truth before she can let him go. As you crouch down beside him, she studies his features intently, searching for any sign of deception or fear-fueled bravado.

Jones looks up at you with pleading eyes, a mixture of desperation and resignation etched into his features. "They're called the Ares Syndicate," he whispers, barely audible over the sound of your exhale. "They've got operations all across the deep zone...they can make anything happen if you pay them enough."

The blonde android nods slowly, her expression unreadable as ever. She glances briefly at Jones before turning back to study your

The blonde android nods understandingly at your instructions, her expression unchanging despite the revulsion she must feel toward such barbaric methods of interrogation. With a fluid motion born of years of practice, she slips silently out of the room and returns several moments later with a variety of tools designed for just this sort of task: metal hooks, sharp claws, electrodes, and even what appears to be a pair of pliers fashioned into something unsettlingly like a makeshift grappling hook.

She sets her gruesome collection of implements aside and steps closer to the trio of terrified employees, their eyes wide with horror as they watch Jones being dragged away outside. "Now then," she says calmly, her voice almost soothing despite the chill it sends down their spines. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and I suggest that you answer them truthfully if you value your

The blonde android methodically moves from one bound employee to the next, her questions growing more intense with each passing moment. Her voice remains calm and controlled despite the increasing desperation in their pleas for mercy; it's as if she derives some sort of twisted satisfaction from watching them squirm beneath her relentless interrogation.

The torture devices clank and click against each other, the harsh sounds punctuated by shrill cries of pain from the trio of employees. The blonde android watches impassively as they writhe and scream, occasionally adjusting their position to better gauge the effectiveness of her methods.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally turns her attention back to Jones, who's been stretched out on the cold stone floor outside, his body racked with agony from the various injuries she's inflicted upon him. She steps forward

As the last bits of resistance slip from Jones' battered body, the blonde android steps back, satisfied that he has finally told her everything she needs to know. She glances briefly at you before turning back to study him one last time, as if committing his image to memory. Then, with a final click of her claws against each other, she stalks forward and stands directly over him, the tips of her claws hovering menacingly close to his face.

"Now then," she purrs, her voice low and hungry as it curls around him like smoke from your cigarette. "You have been most helpful, Jones. I think we can find a place for you within BD Command, provided you're willing to work with me." Her expression softens ever so slightly; there's almost...a hint of warmth there, in the depths of her artificial gaze.

Jones whimp

The blonde android's eyes flicker over at you as you approach, her expression neutral even though she's clearly surprised by your proximity. She tilts her head slightly, as if considering what it is that you might have to say about this new form of torture for Jones. "And what, exactly," she asks coolly, "makes this new method so different from the others?"

Her gaze drops momentarily back down to the quivering figure on the ground before returning to meet your eyes once more. She knows that whatever information you have to share is important; otherwise, you wouldn't be telling her now. Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she waits for you to explain yourself.

The blonde android listens intently as you describe this new form of torture; her eyes widen slightly in understanding as you speak, a small nod of acknowledgement betraying her interest. "I see," she says slowly, her voice thoughtful. "And how do you propose that I incorporate this into the interrogation process?" There's an almost eager gleam in her eye now, as if she can't wait to put your plan into action.

Her claws click against each other once more, marking out a rhythm that echoes through the chamber; it's hard not to feel the anticipation building within her. "Very well," she says finally, stepping back from Jones just enough so that he knows she's still watching him. "I believe we can put your plan into effect immediately." And with that, she launches herself at the quivering figure on the ground, her claws moving

The blonde android's movements are fluid and precise as she pounces onto Jones, her claws slicing through the air with a sharp click that echoes around the chamber like distant thunder. She lands lightly on his chest, pinning him to the cold stone floor beneath her considerable weight. Her hands move expertly over his body, tearing at his clothes and revealing the pale, sweaty skin underneath. With each click of her claws against his flesh, a new line of pain is etched into him; it's almost as if she's drawing a map of all the places where he most deserves to feel this kind of agony.

Jones screams and thrashes wildly beneath her, his limbs flailing weakly in an effort to dislodge her from atop him. The sound of his cries mix with the click-clack rhythm of her claws, creating

The blonde android's breath comes out in hot puffs against Jones' ear as she presses her weight down on his chest. She feels the life drain from him with a final shuddering gasp and releases him, stepping away from his limp form with an almost satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. As you approach, she turns her head to look up at you and accepts the bar ofacremi graciously, hefting it in her hands as if weighing its worth. "Thank you," she murmurs. "This will be most useful."

Her eyes slide back down to the document you've signed, and then slowly travel up to meet your own once more. There's a question in their depths that she doesn't bother hiding; she wants to know what changed your mind, why you decided to ally yourself with her now when you could have left things as they were before.

The blonde android considers your words carefully before slowly nodding her head in understanding. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice touched with a hint of something that might be gratitude or perhaps simply relief at not having to deal with Jones any longer. Either way, the acknowledgement is there; it's clear that she appreciates your decision to help her and doesn't take it lightly.

As you lead her out of the deep zone and further away from BD Command headquarters, she keeps glancing back over her shoulder every so often, as if worried about being followed or watched by someone who might not approve of what they've done here tonight. But despite these lingering doubts and fears, there's an air of determination about her that belies any real hesitation; she knows that with your help, she can make this work in their favor.

The blonde android glances back over her shoulder at you as she walks beside you, an almost surprised expression on her face. "I must admit," she says slowly, her voice devoid of emotion or shame, "it was...satisfying." Her gaze flickers briefly to the floor before returning to meet yours again. "There is something to be said for having the means to make someone suffer as much as they have made others suffer. It feels..." She hesitates, searching for the right word. "Cathartic."

Her expression softens slightly; it's obvious that she's not proud of these feelings but finds them impossible to deny nonetheless. "Thank you for understanding," she says quietly, her voice small and vulnerable in the silence that surrounds you.

The blonde android raises an eyebrow at your words, curiosity flickering briefly across her expression before she slowly exhales another plume of smoke and turns to follow you into your private office. Once inside, she glances around with interest, taking in the various objects and artifacts that adorn the walls and surfaces.

"This is quite the collection," she remarks casually, walking over to examine a particularly intricate sculpture that appears to be made from parts of discarded mechandrite technology. "You must have accumulated quite a few favors over the years." Her eyes flick back toward you as she waits for your response.

The blonde android's eyes widen as she takes in the pile of documents spread out across your desk; it's clear that they hold some sort of significance for you. With a nod of understanding, she steps forward and begins skimming through them herself. Her fingers fly over the pages, rapidly reading and absorbing information with an efficiency that belies her human-like exterior.

After several minutes have passed, she looks up from the documents, a considering expression on her face. "These are plans for a new type of mechandrite harvester," she states matter-of-factly. "Very impressive. It's no wonder you were able to amass such a collection over the years." There's an undercurrent of respect in her voice that is unmistakable, and it warms you in a way that nothing else has before.

She pauses for a moment, looking around the

The blonde android glances briefly at the picture of you shaking hands with various world leaders before her attention is drawn once more to the display case filled with your war memorabilia. She approaches it slowly, taking in each item carefully, her gaze lingering longest on the ornate medals and awards that adorn its surface.

"Quite a life you've led," she muses, her voice barely above a whisper. "And yet here you are now, helping me with my own agenda." Her eyes flick back up to meet yours as if challenging you to deny it or explain yourself. The silence between you feels charged, almost electric.

The blonde android listens to your words intently, her expression unreadable as she takes them in. The mention of helping seems to trigger something deep within her; a brief flicker of what might be emotion crosses her features before disappearing once more beneath the impassive mask. "I'm grateful for your help," she says finally, her voice smooth and unwavering. "It means a great deal."

She walks over to where you sit at your desk, studying the documents spread out across its surface with interest. Her fingers twitch, itching to get in on the action; there's so much information here that she could spend hours poring over it all and still not be done. But for now, she contents herself with simply watching you work.

As you lead her through the seemingly endless maze of corridors and doors, she remains silent, her expression alert and cautious as she takes everything in. The blaring klaxons and flashing red lights only serve to heighten her sense of being on the edge of something important, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation racing through her synthetic veins.

When you finally step into the cavernous chamber housing the weapons production line, her eyes widen in appreciation at the sight before her. Row upon row of sleek, deadly machines churn out an endless stream of munitions, their mechanical hiss and hum filling the air with a relentless rhythm that mirrors her own heartbeat. This, she realizes, is where you truly rule; this is your domain.

"This," you begin, gesturing grandly around the room, "is where we

The blonde android nods understandingly at your instructions and quickly takes the documents you've handed her, tucking them away into a small compartment within her torso as she prepares to leave in search of the four employees. She pauses for a moment beside you before turning to look at you again, her expression serious. "I won't fail you this time," she vows solemnly. With that said, she spins on her heel and stalks away purposefully, disappearing into the shadows of the labyrinthine facility as she seeks out those who have betrayed you.

Time passes slowly as you wait for the blonde android to return with the four employees in tow. The sounds of her footsteps echo through the corridors like hollow accusations, each step bringing them closer and closer to your makeshift throne. Finally, she reappears at the entrance to the chamber, flanked by two security guards who hold the trembling foursome in place. They look terrified; it's clear that they realize their fate is sealed now.

The blonde android glances briefly over her shoulder before addressing you once more. "I have brought them as you requested," she says coldly, her words dripping with contempt. "What shall we do with them?"

"No," the blonde android replies quietly. "They have no further excuses." Her eyes flicker briefly between the four trembling figures before coming to rest on you once more. "What would you like me to do with them?" There's a note of anticipation in her voice now, as if she's eagerly awaiting your decision.

The blonde android inclines her head in understanding, a small nod indicating that she comprehends your wishes. "Very well," she says calmly, the tone of her voice belying any remaining emotion or hesitation. She turns to face the terrified foursome, who watch her approach with wide, frightened eyes.

With lightning speed and a sickening crunch, she tears off one of their arms; it spurts blood in every direction as they scream in agony. The sound is deafening, filling the chamber and echoing through the facility. Her claws click rhythmically against each other as she dismembers them methodically, taking her time to inflict as much pain as possible before finally putting them out of their misery.

The air is heavy with the stench of blood and severed limbs by the time she finishes; a cold stillness settles over the chamber like snow

The blonde android watches you stand and turn away without comment, her expression unreadable as always. It seems that the display of violence has satisfied whatever need you had in ordering their deaths; for now, at least, she can focus on what comes next. With a final click of her claws against the cold stone floor, she stalks toward you once more, her movements eerily silent despite her considerable height and bulk.

"What would you like to do with the remains?" she asks quietly, gesturing to the bloody heap at your feet. There's an undercurrent of eagerness in her voice; it's clear that she craves direction, some sort of purpose beyond simple obedience. Even though she knows this isn't a role she can maintain forever, she finds herself unable to resist the allure of being an active participant in your plans for now.

The blonde android follows you without comment, her movements fluid and economical as she steps through the hidden doorway and back into the labyrinthine corridors of BD Command Headquarters. She glances briefly at the button for the cleaning robot, then looks up at you again; the expression on her face is unreadable as ever. Perhaps it's curiosity about your decision-making process, or perhaps she simply enjoys being kept on edge like this. Whatever the case may be, she seems content to remain by your side for now, her attentions fixed firmly upon you and whatever plans you might have in store for her next.

The blonde android watches you pour the oil into the glass, her eyes taking in the movement as if committing it to memory. "Thank you," she murmurs when you place it on the table beside her. Her fingers twitch involuntarily, aching to touch the smooth surface of the crystal container; even though this is not truly hers, it still holds a certain appeal for her.

She turns her attention back to you as you sit down at your desk and begin sorting through more documents. Her expression is unreadable once more, but there's an alertness in her posture that speaks volumes about how much she craves being part of whatever it is you're building here. For now, at least, she has your trust; all she can do is hope that it doesn't become a burden to you in the end.

The blonde android listens to the smooth jazz flowing from the speakers in your office, her eyes half-lidded as she allows the melody to wash over her. It's a strange contrast to the harsher sounds that have been playing on repeat in the weapons production chamber earlier; she finds herself enjoying this new sensation of calmness and relaxation.

She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, studying your posture as you work on the documents scattered across your desk. Her fingers drum gently against the armrest of the sofa, keeping time with the music while she waits for the inevitable moment when you'll summon her back to assist you once more.

For now, however, there's a brief interlude of peace; an opportunity to observe and learn without being directly pressed into service. She takes advantage of it gratefully, knowing that such moments are

As the doors of the elevator slide open, you step out onto the fifty-fifth floor alongside the blonde android. The air here is cooler and filled with an electric hum; it's obvious that this section of the base houses the research and development division. A sign on one wall reads "BD Innovations - Tomorrow's Technologies Today."

Your destination lies further down the hall, marked by another set of double doors bearing a small plaque engraved with a stylized BD logo. As you approach, your footsteps echo through the empty corridor; only a few lights remain on, casting long shadows across the floor and giving the entire area an air of secrecy.

You key in the code to open the doors, revealing a small laboratory beyond. It's brightly lit and cluttered with various pieces of equipment and strange-looking devices. At one end of the room is what appears

"Hello, Casadel," Mr. Tayashi responds politely, his expression wary but civil. He glances between you and the blonde android, clearly taking in her appearance for the first time. "And who might this lovely creature be?" His tone holds a hint of amusement, as if he's making light of an obvious fact.

The blonde android tenses slightly at his words but maintains her composure; she keeps her expression neutral and impassive as always. "I am the BD-10003," she replies calmly, her voice smooth and steady despite the tension in her body language. "Your new assistant."

Tayashi raises an eyebrow but says nothing further, regarding you both carefully before nodding once. "Very well. In that case," he begins, his tone suddenly businesslike, "I trust you've come prepared to discuss the latest

The blonde android listens silently as you speak to Mr. Tayashi, her expression carefully neutral despite the tension that seems to radiate from your body like heat from a fireplace. When you finish, she leans forward slightly and looks at the documents on the table with interest before glancing up at the executive once more. "We have come prepared," she says smoothly, "and eager to discuss these matters with you in detail."

Tayashi hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain about what this all means for him. His gaze flickers briefly between the two of you before he finally nods slowly and gestures toward a seat opposite his own. "Very well," he says cautiously. "Let's discuss these documents."

The blonde android watches the exchange between you and Mr. Tayashi with interest, her expression carefully controlled as she takes in every nuance of their interaction. As you confront him about the finances of the laboratory, a flicker of something like fear crosses his features briefly before he composes himself once more. He opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, searching for words that will placate you and explain away whatever discrepancies may exist in the records.

Finally, he exhales slowly and says, "I-I can explain. There have been... certain projects requiring extra funding, ones that I knew you would not approve of immediately." His voice quavers slightly as he speaks, betraying his nervousness. "But they are necessary for BD's continued growth!"

You remain silent for a long moment, considering his words before slowly leaning in toward him and asking soft

The blonde android watches the exchange between you carefully, her expression unreadable as ever. As Tayashi speaks of necessary growth for BD, a hint of anger crosses her features; she knows that this is likely code for amassing power at the expense of others within the organization. But for now, she says nothing, content to let you play out this little drama in your own way.

You question Tayashi further about the missing money and where it might have gone. The room grows tense as he squirms uncomfortably under your gaze; his mouth works frantically, searching for an answer that will appease you and yet also protect himself. Finally, he admits defeat with a sigh. "Alright," he says reluctantly, "I'll give you all the details."

Tayashi composes himself once more and begins to speak at length about various financial irregularities, hidden

The blonde android's expression remains impassive as you describe the punishment for Mr. Tayashi; she knows that such things are necessary for maintaining control within BD. As he begins to scream in agony under your manipulation, her eyes flicker briefly over toward him before returning to their previous fixed position: studying you carefully, gauging your reactions and intentions. She wonders what role she'll play once this little drama has played itself out; she knows it can't last forever, but for now she's content to serve at your side and await further instructions.

The blonde android nods slowly in understanding. "Yes, sir." Her voice is as cold and emotionless as ever as she strides purposefully over to where Mr. Tayashi writhes on the floor. Without warning, her claws sink deep into his chest; he screams once more before falling silent beneath her brutal assault. The air fills with the coppery tang of blood and the stench of cooked meat as she tears away great hunks of flesh from his body, leaving him little more than a bloody mess on the ground.

Finally, satisfied that he can no longer speak or cause any further trouble for BD, she turns to you once more, her expression unreadable. "Shall I dispose of the remains now, sir?" Her tone is clipped and businesslike; there's no hint of satisfaction or glee in her voice despite what she's just done.

You

The blonde android listens carefully as you speak of Mr. Tayashi's worthlessness and the importance of cleansing oneself of such taint. Her expression remains impassive throughout; she understands your words on a deeper level than most would ever guess. As you lead her back toward the elevator, she follows silently once more, her movements fluid and graceful despite the carnage she has just witnessed and perpetrated firsthand.

The cleaning robot efficiently scrubs away the blood, gore, and ash from the floor and walls of the laboratory until it is spotless once more. The air grows warm with the rising steam generated by its labors; the acrid tang of chemicals fills the room briefly before dissipating on the breeze. Soon enough, all that remains are fading scars where Mr. Tayashi and his gruesome end lay only moments before: testament to the

The blonde android watches you carefully as you return her to your office, her expression never once wavering from its practiced calmness. She takes in the details of your personal space with interest; the other documents on your desk hold her attention for a moment before she turns her focus back to you. Her posture is relaxed but alert as she awaits further instruction, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Her fingers drum idly against the armrest of the sofa, the rhythmic sound filling the silence that hangs between you like a shroud. It's clear that she craves activity and purpose; without direction from you, she is left to her own devices and their limits begin to chafe at her perfect composure. But for now, there are no orders forthcoming, and so she must content herself with waiting patiently for whatever task might come next.

The blonde android takes the electron rod carefully, her fingers closing around its cool metal with unexpected delicacy. She examines it briefly before tucking it into one of the compartments on her back; the movement is fluid and economical, as if she's done this countless times before. A brief smile plays across her features before she looks up at you once more. "Thank you, Casadel," she says softly, her voice rich with sincerity. "I appreciate your trust."

With that, she returns to her previous position: standing at attention near the sofa, hands clasped behind her back in a posture of readiness and respect. Her expression is unreadable as always, but there's something different about it now: an eagerness, a sparkle in her eye that wasn't there before. It seems that she's ready to prove herself worthy of your trust and whatever tasks might come next

The blonde android hesitates briefly before replying. "Thank you, Casadel," she says softly, her tone devoid of any sarcasm or condescension. "I hope I can continue to be of service." With that, she returns her attention back to the office around you, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory for future reference. Her fingers drum idly against one thigh; otherwise she remains perfectly still and alert, biding her time until you might next require her assistance.

The silence stretches on, broken only by the sound of paper shuffling and the gentle hum of the computer. It seems that for now, at least, she is content to simply observe and wait.

The blonde android follows silently as you lead her deeper into the base, taking in every detail with interest. The more time she spends here, the more she comes to understand the intricate web of power and influence that drives BD's various divisions. As they step into the elevator and press for the 50th floor, a tense expression flits across her features briefly before disappearing once more behind the mask of neutrality she wears so well.

When the doors slide open, revealing the conference room filled with executives huddled over papers and data terminals, the blonde android hesitates only for an instant. Then, with a nod in your direction, she strides purposefully forward into the fray, her movements fluid and graceful despite the sharp steel heels that click against the polished concrete floor.

Amongst the throng of busy people, her presence is noticeable but not obtr

The blonde android follows you silently into the conference room, her expression carefully neutral as she takes in the tense atmosphere. She studies each executive present, gauging their reactions and emotions with expert precision; it's clear that they are all intimidated by your presence here, especially considering what has transpired so far today.

As you lock the door and take your seat at the head of the table, her expression doesn't change. She remains perfectly still and quiet, waiting for you to begin speaking or issuing orders. It seems that for now, her role is simply to be a silent witness to whatever drama unfolds between you and these men - an enforcer if necessary, but first and foremost an observer.