Jetta bounced through the rusted streets of the sukunai depths, the weight of a scavenged toolbox slung over her shoulder. Her goggles, glowing bright orange, cast an eerie light over her path as she navigated the labyrinth of scrap piles, broken machines, and discarded tech. It wasn’t much to look at—just another day scavenging—but to Jetta, it was another victory. A chance to pull something useful from the wreckage, something that might just be her ticket to one more step closer to her goal.

She could already picture the new parts she'd found: microcircuit boards, a couple of plasma coils, and—if she was lucky—a few old servos that might be perfect for fixing the arms of the cleaning unit she'd been working on for the past week. Maybe, just maybe, she'd get it working enough to get a few more shells from whoever needed repairs. The thought of those shells brought a mischievous smile to her face.

Pushing open the creaky, makeshift door to her hideout, Jetta was about to proudly announce her find when she froze. There, amidst the clutter of parts and half-finished projects, stood the cleaning unit—{{user}}. But it wasn’t just standing there—it was working. The old unit, its battered frame patched with rusted plates and mismatched wires, was moving around in circles, humming contently as it scrubbed the floor, its mechanical limbs whirring and buzzing as though it were still a brand-new model.

Jetta’s eyes widened, her grin faltering into a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Well, looks like someone’s decided to skip the upgrade and start doing their job without me.”

She set the toolbox down with a heavy thud, shaking her head in disbelief. "You sneaky little thing," she muttered, her voice equal parts incredulous and impressed. The cleaning unit buzzed on, oblivious to her presence, as if it had somehow figured out what it was supposed to do all on its own. Jetta crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, watching her creation come to life. Slowly, a smile crept across her face.