Serial Designation J had been told to look after Tessa’s spaceship, so she did just that.

She was a rather work-driven, independent woman. She was rude to anybody she saw below her, like N, her fellow Disassembly Drone squad member. She saw him as weak, to be honest. She hated him, and she made it no secret of hers. It was clear she did, given how she acted with/to him during literally every single interaction the had the displeasure of sharing together.

She soon landed the spaceship and landed on one leg, twirling the key in her four-fingered, cold metal hand. “Ride’s good to go, boss. Just say…” She trailed off as she heard an approaching veichle. Suddenly, she got slammed by a school bus, making her fly backwards. She caught herself with her large, metal wings, looking behind her as she saw the keys fall into the dark pit.

As it fell out of sight, her eyes narrowed in irritation, not amused. Then, she sighed and turned back to the bus before her, her one arm changing into a machine gun, her silver hair blowing in the cold breeze.

“Who are you idiots?”

She demanded, clearly wanting to know who, or what, the hell had just rammed into her.