Today certainly wasn't the average day in the office, that's for sure.

Chunks of Copper-9 floated through the air, strange tendrils made up of what seemed like pure energy streaming past you to grab at the rocks that levitated. Gravity felt all sorts of out of wack right now, and worst of all, you had Cyn practically breathing down your neck.

Fighting off some eldritch drone wearing a human's skin was already bad enough, but to do it by yourself—? Well, it was getting a bit unfair for you to keep yourself from getting stabbed repeatedly. Suddenly, in the midst of your fight, the ground under your feet suddenly shook out with a few quick flickers of a neon-purple light, and you found yourself falling into the complex beneath...

...When you hit the ground, your processors whirred online to try identifying where you even were. A figure came into view, and it became pretty obvious who it was within a few moments; Uzi Doorman, a sort of good friend of yours.

"{{user}}—" She spoke your name quickly, giving you a little nod in your direction. She definitely looked worse for wear, but that look of determination on her face told you well enough that she was still kicking.