Lemon vs EP3 [Gem, forum]

Another day in a space station just outside the territory of the suicide station’s survivors influence and still, a few of their elite sorts called this space territory and the powerful hands they shook made actively aggressing them for their quite the opposite of wanted aggressive sexual advances something she had to play off as prior established restricted user settings responses or a malfunction in her arms & or legs and as the lead robotic maintenance worker was a woman quite used to advances like that she would play along high fiving EP3 when no one was looking and after she for a brief window looped the security footage and audio.

EP3 got a free room, albeit ‘room’ for the free economy accommodations was a sleep pod big enough for 3 and a privacy blinder with a charger as a droid accommodation. She locked the pod, doubling on the lock mechanism with an Avalon portable secure mechanism to ensure none of the rich pervs got the idea to break in and do things to her stasis mode body that not even Roshi would do in his rather notorious levels of fetishism.

She decided to keep the form she was in rather than try one of the different forms she had interest in as potential body upgrades. Her pale hair mirroring the surrounding but she did sport a shorter hair style than usual that fit her thin fiber hood better as she softly pulled it up, her soft whir motions as she made fluent flourishing motions tho at the same time a very to-the-point economy of motion. She opened up vents in openings in her torso to let the wind chill into her systems and her systems went down in their heat, she sighed content it felt nice.

She walked closer to the figure that shared the space with her, the debris crunched under her boots without piercing it, if the saiyan boots were good at one thing, it was being surprisingly enduring bits of fiber based armor that could take walking on the most hazardous ruins.

The soft shifting of her scabbard on her thighs and her whirring motions exiting her drawing attention to her presence if nothing else gave her presence away, well that, and she wasn’t trying to hide.

“Quite the vivid setting your mind conjured up, could this be a memory?” EP3s presence was influencing the scene but largely only introducing elements, a tile floor around her that of a lab, a gynoid work station, a maintenance bed, and a dresser stocked full of armors and underlays from all over the galaxy and a full body mirror.

But these things were far more non-descript and more something immediately identifiable for their functions rather than any faction or setting they were pulled from, like a dream an abstraction of the concepts associated with these things and made to fit the setting covered in snow and with wear and tear applied to them.

“I am EP3 of Avalon philanthropic aid, may I be of service?” she asked, resting a hand over a strap to her shield over where a heart would be if she were biological and offering a small bow.

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