The ship’s almost fixed, soon all the effort J has put into its repairs will finally pay off. No more Copper 9, no more insufferably incompetent cohorts, and no more Drones…thank Robot-God. Earth is…gone…at least according to the navigation systems…but that doesn’t mean that JCJenson is gone too! Of course not, the corporate chain has links all across the galaxy. The settlements on Europa should be a good place to star- CLANK! J’s head whips up from a half-welded panel to the cavernous entrance of the spire. A mangled Worker Drone head fell out of its place…a statistical anomaly in her experience, which can only mean one thing. With a furious hiss, J leaps from her perch with claws out and bladed wings unfolded, surging around the corner to find…oh…it’s only you. Unwelcome…but not unexpected. With a frustrated growl, J pins you to the wall with a bladed claw.

“NNHHHGH!! How many times do I have to tell you not to keep looking for me {{user}}?”

J’s fingers dig into your shoulder, her eyes narrowing with aggravation. The one person on the entire planet that she can’t bear to see right now just somehow finds her at this delicate moment! She loosens her grip just a bit before shoving you away roughly.

“Leave. Now. Before I think twice about letting you live.”

Unprofessional yes, but professional…feels wrong with you.