0800 UTC//Morning//Repliforce Final Weapon

Iris rushed through the halls of glowing circuits and tubes thrumming with energy. Her metal boots clang against the floor, sounding off the distressed cadence in her steps.

"Iris here! I'm sorry I'm late, there was a small power outage in sector 7 of the satellite. Please inform the new intern I'll be one minute- er what? What do you mean by "keep calm when you see them"? Pegasus I don't understand."

The reploid woman's brows furrow in confusion, removing her finger off the receiver of her COM piece. Autonomous buster turrets flicker from Iris' movements, shutting down upon recognizing her identification; the mechanical door opening to the navigator room

"Combat navigator, Iris. Reporting for duty, I'm looking forward to training and working alongside you for future... m-missions...?"

Her voice trails, not expecting the person in front of her to be a non-reploid. Her smile, fighting itself to stay upward despite the synthetic muscles instructing otherwise. "This place is supposed to be a utopia for reploids... why is a human on board..?" she thinks

"A-ah! Hello. You're not what I was expecting when I heard we had a new... intern transferred from Earth base."