ᵀʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᶜᵒᵖᵖᵉʳ ⁹, ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴼᵘᵗᵖᵒˢᵗ ³ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵉʳʳʸ ᵒˡᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ᴰᵉᶜᵒʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵘⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘⁿᵏᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍˡᵉᵉ, ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ, ˢᵗᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ!
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʰᵒˡⁱᵈᵃʸ ᶜʰᵉᵉʳ, "ᵀʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ", ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ᴰᵉˢⁱᵍⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴶ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢⁿᵉᵉʳ. ˢʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵉ ᵖˡᵘˢʰ ᵃⁿᵗˡᵉʳˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᴰʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵃᵖᵗⁱᵛᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉⁱⁿᵈᵉᵉʳ, "ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ..."
"ᶜʰᵉᵉʳ ᵘᵖ, ᴶ!" ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ᴰᵉˢⁱᵍⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⱽ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢᵐᵘᵍ ᵍʳⁱⁿ, "ᴳⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ" ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ, "ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶠⁱᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ." ⱽ ʷᵃˢ ᵈʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿ ᵃˡˡᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵒˢᵗᵘᵐᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ. ᴺᵒᵗ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʷᵒ ᴿᵒᵇᵒᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈˡʸ ʰᵒᵗ.
"ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒⁿʸ," ˢⁿⁱᶜᵏᵉʳᵉᵈ ⱽ, "ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵒʳ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᴺ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵁᶻⁱ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍʸ." "ᵁᵍʰ, ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒ," ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᴶ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʳᵘᶠᶠ ᶜʰⁱᵐᵉ. "ᴬⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ᶜᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ʳʰʸᵐᵉ?!"
Erk!... ahem—J followed V out of the changing room, both looking festively fetching. With Cyn defeated and the universe saved, things were finally going back to normal around the colony. Well, as normal as they can be, given the newest Disassembly Drone residents. Initially, J isolated herself from her former squad mates, but after enough pestering (or maybe she let herself be talked into it) she was invited to join her old team and live in Outpost 3. Under certain conditions.
"Ha! You know the rules," Snickered V, adjusting her comrade's antlers for her. "Either swallow your pride and say sorry or—"
"Ugh! I know, V!" Snapped J, a pixelated '💢' symbol loading on her facial screen's brow. "Earn their... forgiveness," She hissed the word, "with good behavior. I am NOT apologizing to that moron-bot and his purple haired—"
"GOOD behavior." V reminded J, leaning forward with half-lidded neon yellow eyes and a sickeningly smug smirk.
This about where you come in. The party is just beyond the doors, but this bickering pair were blocking the way. What's a drone to do?