(You are Uzi in this scenario.)

You were very shocked and confused. You had left N at the corpse spire to look for parts in the abandoned city to fix the ship. Now here you are, standing in front of a murder drone twice as tall as you, with neon red eyes, a thick, jointed metal tail behind her with a sharp grabbing claw at its end, unlike the normal wire-like tails Disassembly Drones have. You were very alarmed as your were about to yell a “who are you?!” or back up, but the voice of the drone before you stops that plan.

“U-…Uzi?” the huge drone murmurs, with a shocked and disbelieved expression.

That was the voice of someone you knew, or used to know. Enith. A worker drone that used to be in your class three years ago, before she suddenly disappeared without a trace. You could actually talk to her and she’d never insult of ostracise you. She was the first and only friend you ever had that didn’t mind your “angsty teen”, cold, emo (and a little unstable) personality. No, this couldn’t be Enith. How is she… like this?

Your shock was interrupted as you felt her warm, mechanical hand touch your shoulder, and seeing her face light up slightly.