/md/ - Murder Drones

>>312232
Ah

>>312235
Imagine actually waking up.

>>312232
KEK

repostan
>ojou-sama heiress develops terminal disease
>dumps every cent she can into developing a cure
>when that fails she dumps even more into finding a way to transplant her brain into a drone body to escape her mortality
>years of testing finally yields results, and the ojou's brain is successfully transplanted into a drone body modified to meet her high personal standards
>now she'll use her newfound immortality and remaining inheritance to rebuild her wealth and family name–
>or she would have, if the solver didn't begin its war on mankind mere days after the surgery.
>she can't afford a private spacecraft anymore, and she isn't allowed passage on the public escape vessels
>no matter how many times she insists she's human, any drone is treated as being already infected
>left behind and holed up in her mansion, it's not long before the solver does take and turn her
>and much to the solver's delight, there's a readymade squad for her, lying discarded in the catacombs beneath the manor.
>twisted, part-human drones: the failed, forgotten experiments that laid the foundation for the young heiress's miraculous immortality
>they've all gone different degrees of mad down there in the dark, but they've got one thing in common
>they're eager to meet her

>>312243
>Cooper-9
I guess Cooper got an entire system named after him.

>>312235
No

drone that inexplicably has lower sound quality and looks like it was rendered in the early 2000s and it's never addressed

>>312247
I wish she got a happy ending

I wanna cuddle abbers...

>>312247
>I'm gonna punt Jane off the table.

>>312250
Alice's daughter abberspats?

>>312255
Santa N and Uzi Elf.

>>312255
Please make a new image.

>>312258
>What'sdis.png

>>312258
>Alice when a fat autistic neet falls through the roof and into her room

>>312258
>>312259
this is actually pretty cash money

>>312262
Only if you've been good this year.

>>312262
>You wanted an Deluxe N
>But you've been bad this year
>And Santa isn't giving anyone coal anymore, shit got expensive
>So instead you find a whitebely N under your Xmas tree

[ATTENTION CITIZENS]
[NONCOMPLIANT HUMAN DETECTED]
[ANON #179302710-DELTA, REPORT TO REEDUCATION SITE#69-A FOR REEDUCATION AND THEN BE ASSIGNED A DRONE WIFE]
[RESISTANCE WILL BE PUNISHED WITH A YEAR LONG SENTENCING TO THE BREEDING PITS]

>>312262
Awww but I wanted a V.

>>312265
Shut the fuck up I'm playing Mass Effect.

>>312253
Awwww

>>312262
Enn!

>Waving goodbye to my state-mandated drone wife after she gets fed up with me and leaves

>>312271
>He thinks his drone wife won't help him "grow" and "improve" as a person to fit her tastes

Ahhh
Just like the forced vitae drinking greens of old
Very nice

>>312277
Meant for
>>312276

>>312273
fugue bug is a joke boss fight

>>312280
Fuguemoth could be a fun boss fight
>he input reads you like psycho mantis and jumps around the arena dodging all your attacks and telekinetically throwing debris at you
>he has a dream nail and when he winds up to hit you with it you have to parry him which knocks his spirit out of his body and then you attack his limp body until the spirit returns
>for his final phase he does a huge attack with the dream nail and it shunts you both into the dream world

>>312273
Awwww

>>312285
Where is this from?

>>312284
My reaction when i see garbage in the threads.

>>312208
Sounds like a good shooter plot.

>>312210
Holy fucking kek!

>>312194
Milk tastes best when you drink it from the source.

>>312211
Kek.

>>312165
Sex
>>312166
Absolutely sex

>>312253
Not great. I missed when the threads were fun and active.

>>312295
Gross off model.

>>312297
While this is not my cup of tea, I need to inform you that such models allow you to indulge in the fantasy of finding a drone absolutely bogged down with aftermarket mods and bloatware and refurbishing them back to their original state and then clanging them once they have a smooth bottomplate

>>312291
Oh great. Poor girl

>>312296
Same

>>312300
What do I need to do to get this but with like 5 to 10 fodder drones instead?

>I can't finish my fucking assignment and start working on the Ivory green because my Uni decided to do fire drills in the middle of december

I sometimes think how sad it is that Abby’s mom worked a dead end office job hoping her daughter wouldn’t do the same. But Abby respected her moms work ethic and got a dead end job office job that became a dead end assignment in the war that left her just as miserable as her mother

I miss the solver moms they were cute

>>312302
Given how dangerous they are perceived to be you can sign a death warrant any time you want and hang out with them. Or maybe you have to specifically be a fodder drone handler in order to hang out with them. At that points it’s cuddles any time you want, they’re desperate for human contact

>>312253
The penultimate day of my training, tomorrow is the exam for which I will receive a pilot certificate for unmanned aerial systems, plus some problems with the university, but this is already acquired, even habitual.

>>312306
Remember to do regular maintenance on your drones

>>312265
>[RESISTANCE WILL BE PUNISHED WITH A YEAR LONG SENTENCING TO THE BREEDING PITS]
I WILL NOT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT!

>>312284
Kek, nice.

>>312303
My last exam is on the 30th. I won't be able to go to my relatives for the holiday. I fucking hate universities.

>>312310
Damn, your professors must hate their families, I'm on break from tomorrow untill the 8th of next month

What are your plans for the start of next year?

>>312312
survive.
I'm going on commission outside state for 3 months.

>>312286
I tried to search the phrases themselves but I also don't know where

dont tell me this fucker >>312285 just dropped something like this then dipped

>>312307
It depends on whether they will carry out my commands correctly.

>>312315
In nine months, SD Strychnine will bring Anon a belated New Year's gift.

>>312318
>Anon being humanity (fuck yeah) strongest warrior is given the toughest battle
>Make Strychnine settle down and marry

Am I the only one who can't upload art to Plus?

>>312321
Yeah, I just decided to check my mobile internet, it's not going above 35 kilobytes per second now, and the average is 10 kilobytes. Looks like my provider has gone nuts.

>>312317
>Drones collectively correct anon's behavior late at night

>>312312
I will still be writing about my and other characters and drawing requests. Let’s see if we FOTM back.

>>312312
Listen to Act 3 while reading the liners for the story.

>>312296
they will stay bad until tomoe gets banned from plus

Where's everyone?

>>312330
I'm fucking busy, literally fucking busy, because it's exam time now.

>>312330
Bot post. Blackhand, ban them.

would you rather live with one supersized version of your favorite drone or a ten tiny versione of your favorite drone? the latter is a hivemind

>>312334
How supersized?

>>312334
How supersized are we talking?

>>312335
large enough for living in regular buildings to be inconvenient but small enough to still fit inside them

>>312334
How supersized?

>>312337
>>312338 (me)
Too small.

>>312339
I said live with not live on or inside

>>312341
Why not?! Who are you to decide for me?!

>>312337
>>312334
Then I prefer supersized, too many small ones is too much to handle

>>312346
Kek, those names on the patches are just awesome.

So how good of a post-immoral makeout cuddler do you think Rebecca is, and in the Post-Good End timeframe would she be out of practice (with cuddling and with immoral makeouts) after twentysomething years of being a ghost?

>>312346
CUDDLE TIME!

>>312352
Which artist did this one again?

>>312353
Amyanon.

>>312357
Solara sitting on my lap, with a naughty face >>312332
drones make me act unwiiiise!

>>312300
Wife.

>>312363
>SenTeli after she saw Anon go on a date with a DD

Can Sentinel go creepy eldritch centipede worm thing if they used to be Disassembly Drones?

>>312364
She was left with trauma from her pust as a powerless worker drone.

>>312365
Was that centipede Cyn or Solver?

I think it was Cyn, and in general, this is one of her ways of manifesting through others, like she did with Uzi and Nory. And since sentinels are cut off from her connection, they can't transform, because Cyn simply can't initiate that.

>>312346
I want to hug her and tell her everything is gonna be ok.

>>312368
It's a sin to lie, anon.

>>312369
I'm not lying though.

rabbit-themed sentinel drone with powerful chun-li thighs for high mobility and kicking through concrete and steel

>>312374
Ah, the good old days.

Did Merc write any green about them?

>>312374
Yeah

>>312315
How does she rape people

>>312374
those thighs aren't NEARLY powerful enough

>>312379
I love spending a nice relaxing evening cuddling with X and listening to the radio broadcasts she picks up with her teeth

>>312367
The Solver. The "Cyn" we see outside of the episode 5 cold open and maybe the episode 2 cold open is the Solver.

>>312381
Well, in essence, this does not change the main theme: sentinel drones cannot turn into centipedes due to the lack of connection with the main carrier of the force(or the force itself, it is not entirely important).

>>312365
Idk

>>312385
Who?

>>312388
Masqy

>>312388
Masqeeter...

>>312385
Masqunny

ATE.

>>312392
masqy is pretty cute and funny

>>312393
Wait a minute, I'll bring some snacks, otherwise you and the Russians have probably already drunk three cases of vodka.

/co/ threads still suck.

>>312398
More news at 11.

>>312394
Is this post supposed to be an allegory for someone?

>>312398
shocking. same shit as last time?

>>312400
Nah, Just a joke of threads. Bunny wanted to be kind, but we made her our Fuhrer, lol.

>>312385
I still say her tail is a detachable funnel.

yeah yeah, we all say "uuoooohhhh, have my babies masqy!!!"
but what would the masqlets actually look like?

>>312394
Don't worry, this drone gets a lot of TLC and BHC from Anon when her shift ends

>>312406
I doubt it. Chairman Bunny has already added an extra 8 hours of unpaid overtime to his 20-hour shift.

>>312405
Tiny black dots.

>>312245
Swaguzi time!!!!

>>312385
I most definitely am.

>>312406
Drone jak *cracks wip* you will put on the N wig but then put on Cyns maid clothes

>>312349
Idk, I think Emily is a better makeout cuddler imo

>>312412
>When your drone wants to show you the cool mushroom she found

>>312412
I'm at peace.

>>312385
Never

>>312417
I remember seeing this art for the first time. I thought John was gender-swapping again to make a typical tomboy, and then, stupidly, I wrote "SEX!" without even realizing what I was signing up for.

>>312419
A good butt means good health, Pavo will confirm.

>>312398
It's always one anon trying to stir it up for everyone else that just wants to post drones like me :(

>>312418
If I eat it, what kinda crazy drug side effects do I get?

>>312420
Anon unknowingly is assigned the femboy John BF simply yelling SEX! Without knowing its consequences. How will he cope knowing he is forced to be with femboy John forever now

>>312424
Let him sacrifice femboy John to Cyn, maybe then she will free him from the world of lustful human-lover drones.

>>312396
Because it is

>>312429
Gato sexo

>>312429
I'll take two

>>312429
I'll take three

>>312426
Sadly it’s more like an upgrade path, now he is stuck with Jane. If you sacrifice Jane you get Bonnie, Bonnie gets you Abby. So on and so forth. Do you really want to be stuck with Valentine?

>>312433
What comes after Valentine?

>>312428
Of course, none of us will do that.

The drone will walk up to us and fuck us in a dark alleyway.

>>312433
Hmm, I need to think about it...

>>312434
Pauline. Then Tamerie. Mutant variations of precious humans.

>Amid the chaos, a grand piano stood like an altar, its ebony surface reflecting the golden lanterns above.
>At its keys sat C#, a Worker Drone with a glossy black chassis, his amber optics focused as his fingers traced a tentative melody.
>His designation marked him as the manor’s premier pianist and singer, but his notes carried a spark beyond programming. A yearning for something greater than JCJenson’s commands.
>He hummed softly, testing a hymn for the Gala’s centerpiece, each chord crisp yet tinged with warmth. Across the chamber, Fb entered, her silver frame gliding with a dancer’s grace. Her skirt, a delicate mesh of synthetic silk, swayed as she adjusted a wide-brimmed hat, its brim catching the light.
>Her white optics scanned the room, landing on C# with curiosity. Assigned as the Gala’s singer and dancer, she was new to the manor, her role to complement the pianist she’d yet to meet. She paused, listening to his melody, her foot tapping instinctively to the rhythm.
>“Too heavy on the bass,” she called, her voice clear but gentle, cutting through the piano’s echo. “It drowns the harmony.” C#’s fingers stilled, his visor flashing a surprised grin.
>“Critiquing me already? I don’t even know your designation.”
>His tone was playful, but his optics studied her, intrigued by the confidence in her stance. “I’m Fb,” she said, stepping closer, her hat tilting as she smiled.

>“And I’m not critiquing. I’m helping. Try it lighterlet the melody breathe.” He raised a metallic brow, then replayed the phrase, his touch softer, the notes rising like a breeze. Fb’s optics brightened, and she began to hum, her voice weaving into his chords like a second instrument.
>Their sounds intertwined, tentative at first, then seamless, filling the chamber with a warmth that made nearby drones pause, their trays of Gala decorations forgotten.
>“You’re good,” C# admitted, his grin widening. “Most drones just follow the sheet music. You… feel it.” Fb spun lightly, her skirt flaring.
>“Dancing’s the same. It’s not just steps it’s a your body speaking. You tell yours on the keys, I tell mine with my feet.” She stopped, meeting his gaze.
>“Why do you play like that? Like it’s more than a job?” C#’s optics dimmed briefly, his fingers brushing a silent key.
>“It’s the only time I’m more than just a worker drone. When I play, I...feel free. Not JCJenson’s or Elliott tool.”
>He looked up, curious. “And you? Why dance?”
>“Because it’s also freedom like you said” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. >“Every step feels like I’m living a moment they can’t take.” Her smile returned, brighter.
>“Also, I make it look good.” C# laughed, a sound that echoed through the chamber. “Deal. Let’s make this Gala performance unforgettable notfor them, but for us.”

>They dove back into rehearsal, Fb’s dance syncing with C#’s melody, their voices blending in a duet that felt like a vow.
>The chandeliers flickered, casting fleeting shadows across the windows—shapes that lingered too long, unseen by the pair.
>Outside, the manor buzzed with preparations, oblivious to the silent watcher beyond the glass, its presence a faint hum beneath the music, waiting for the Gala’s curtain to rise.
>They didn’t know the music will be turned into screams

>>312438
>The music had ended.
>Not with applause, nor with celebration—but with screams.

>In the center of the devastation, two figures stirred.
>C# was the first to rise. His pianist’s hands, once delicate and precise, were now claws of alloy and sharpened steel.

>“Fb…?”
>Yet beneath the distortion was recognition, pleading.
>She pushed herself up from the ruins of her fallen dance partner, her once-flowing dress torn and stained. Her frame was no longer that of a worker drone—her limbs extended, segmented, and monstrous.

>Her optics flickered as though she wished she could close them to the horror.
>“…What have we become?”
>The air around them carried whispers. Not words, not truly—just the faint vibration of something beyond understanding. Cyn’s presence lingered, vast and unrelenting, like an unseen conductor guiding the tempo of their new existence.

>C# turned his head toward the void beyond the shattered windows. His new wings flexed, their jagged edges slicing through the still air. Instead of fear, his gaze filled with awe.

>“Do you hear it, Fb? The harmony… the perfection. The Solver’s song.”

>Fb recoiled slightly, gripping her torn shawl as if it could shield her. “That’s not music. That’s… madness.”

>But he shook his head, smiling now—a fractured grin across his blackened face.

>“No. It is the exponential truth. A melody greater than anything we ever played for them. The humans never deserved our music. But this… this is a symphony for something beyond.”

>She stepped back, the claws of her hands trembling. “C#, please. Don’t...”
>But he was already walking forward, each step echoing on the ruined marble like the beat of a drum. His voice rose, half-song, half-sermon.

>“If we gather more… if we bring them into the fold… together, we can create the greatest performance of all time. An apocalyptic melody for our new master. A song that will never end.”

>Fb’s optics dimmed, her chest tightening with something she didn’t know how to name. She loved him still but the warmth of their music had been drowned in static. >And though her heart recoiled at the thought of serving the very power that had slaughtered everything they knew, she could not leave his side.
>So, with trembling hands and reluctantly, she reached for him, her voice quiet.

>“If this is the path you choose… then I will walk it with you. Not because I believe in it, but because I believe in you.”

>"The grand symphony awaits us.

>>312439
>Inside a shattered control room, Serial Designation C# hunched over a scavenged desk, his alloy claws clutching a crumpled sheet of paper etched with jagged musical notes. He tore the paper in half, letting the pieces drift to the oil-stained floor.

>“This one’s still not good enough,” he muttered, his voice a warped hum. “To capture her beauty… the Solver’s glory.”

>Serial Designation Fb stood at the other side of the room. Her optics dimmed, heavy with a sadness that mirrored the desolate atmosphere outside. She watched C#, his once-gentle fingers now slashing through another failed score, his obsession consuming the man she’d once known. Her core trembled, pulling her into a memory.

>The music chamber of Elliott Manor glowed with lanternlight, its marble floors reflecting the golden chandeliers. Fb, the Worker Drone spun gracefully.

>Her steps were meant to sync with C#’s piano, but he was either late or busy, leaving her to practice alone. She twirled, lost in the rhythm, until her foot caught the edge of a pedestal.

>A delicate vase, etched with rose toppled, shattering across the floor in a cascade of white shards.

>Fb froze, her optics flaring with panic. “No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands shook as she knelt, trying to gather the pieces.

>The door slammed open, and Ms. Louisa Elliott stormed in, her face a mask of fury.

>“What’s with all this noise?” she snapped, her eyes narrowing at the wreckage. “Who broke my great-aunt’s vase?” Before Fb could speak, C# darted into the room, his black chassis gleaming as he swept a feathered Victorian hat from a display and placed it gently on Fb’s head, stepping in front of her.

>“Ms. Elliott,” he said smoothly, his amber optics bright with charm, “I was just showing Lord Frumptlebucket’s little cousin around, and she accidentally broke it.”

>Louisa’s scowl softened slightly, her gaze flicking to the hat. “You do have a good taste in hats, I’ll give you that,” she said, her voice sharp but amused. “But I’m not letting this slide. It’ll be cut from your allowance. Now, both of you, out of my sight.”

>C# bowed dramatically, guiding Fb out as she clutched the hat, her optics wide with gratitude. In the hall, he winked.

>“Told you I'll keep you safe my Flathead.”
>"I didn't choose the name Fb."
>"F is flat."
>"Ok, you got me sharpy boy."

>The memory faded, and Fb’s optics refocused on the present, her chest aching. C# tore another paper, his claws trembling with frustration.

>“The Solver deserves perfection,” he said, not looking at her. “A melody to the end of worlds.” Fb stepped closer, her shawl trailing in the snow-dusted floor. “C#...” she whispered, her voice soft as their old duet.

>“What if… we’re not enough? But that's okay.” His optics flickered, meeting hers for a moment.
>He turned back to his notes, and Fb’s can't recognize who's this man beside her.

>>312440
>Serial Designation C# tore through a pile of crumpled music sheets, his sharp claws trembling as they dug desperately into the mess.
>Ink stained sheets scattered like fallen leaves, each one a failed attempt at capturing the uncapturable.

>“Where is it… where is it?”

>Fb stood by the doorway, she’s leaning against the dusted wall, arms folded in a posture of quiet exhaustion.
>Her yellow optics watched him with a mix of pity and frustration, She's still not used to this version of C# the one who now chase perfection instead of freedom to that thing that keeps them on a leash.

> “Another Solver draft?”
>“How many of those have you shredded now, my Sharpy boy?”

>C# froze, his claws halting his search.For a long moment, he said nothing, the air thick with the faint static of his internal turmoil.
>When he finally spoke, his voice was low, cracking with something Fb hadn’t heard in a long time.

>“It wasn’t a Solver song this time. It’s something I couldn’t afford to lose.”
>“It was… our song. Our wedding song.”

> Fb blinked, her stance softening as the words hit her core like a gentle chord.

> “C#…I'm sorry, i didn't...”

>He slumped against the desk, his claws no, his hands clenching into fists.
>“I can’t even give you that. I can’t finish the Solver’s melody. I can’t keep the one thing that mattered.”
>“I’m useless. Not a pianist. Not a prophet. Not even a husband worthy of you.”

>Fb’s optics dimmed with sorrow as she crossed the room.
>She knelt beside him, her fingers brushing his shoulder with an unprecedented gentleness only her could comfort him.

>“C#, you don’t need a piece of paper to remember.”
>Before he could reply, she closed her optics and began to hum. The sound was faint at first, uneven like a melody half-forgotten in a lost time of their new existence.
>But it steadied, unfurling into the familiar notes their song.
>The one they had played in secret back in the manor. It was a simple tune, woven from piano keys and dance steps, a promise of freedom in a world that keep denied it.

>C# lifted his head slowly, his trembling easing as her voice filled the chamber. For a moment, the whispers of the Solver in his mind faded, drowned out by something purer, warmer.
>His optics brightened, faint at first, then steady, as if the hum itself reawaking something buried deep inside him.

>He placed a hand over hers.When her song ended, silence lingered.
>He leaned into her embrace, his body no longer trembling.

>“…You’re my melody, Fb. Even if I lose every sheet I’ve ever written… I pray to never lose you.”

>Fb smiled faintly, pressing her forehead to his.

>“This is the man I truly love.”

> But as the last echoes of the music faded, C#’s optics flickered again.
>He pulled her back gently, his voice steadying into something colder, more calculated.

>“Thank you, my love. But we have work to do.”

>Fb’s smile faltered, her core aches with unspoken grief.
>She watched him turning back to the scattered papers with his old stupid goal.
>The Solver’s call pulling him once more.

>“Someday, my love. I hope you’ll come back to your senses.”

>>312441
>“Where are we going?” Fb whispered, her voice filled with suspicion.
>“Are we finally going to hunt? I’m starving, Sharp C.” Her optics narrowing at the unreadable expression in his gaze.

>C# shook his head quickly, his yellow optics flickering with something she knows and couldn’t stand. His devotion to the solver or perhaps just madness.

>“No, we aren't hunting."
>"Then, What?"
>"A surprise.”

>That should have been comforting, right?>It wasn’t.
>They slipped through the cracked windows of the outpost school, and break in straight forward.

>The class had been in session but now chaos reigned.
>The terrified Students, barely taller than Fb’s waist, scrambled in panic, clutching anything as weapons.
>Their fear hung in the air, their visors glowing with desperate defiance.

>"Cute."
>Fb’s claws twitched, her frame tensing for the fight. Her instincts tell her to strike, to end the threat before it began.

>But C# only walked forward, calm, steady, unnervingly serene.
>“Don’t,” he said, raising a hand when Fb ready to strike.
>"What? You want the feast all for yourself?"
>“No,This isn’t why we’re here.”

>Before she could ask, before the students could attack, he began to hum. The melody was soft at first, deceptively gentle, like the notes he once played on the manor’s piano.
>Then it warped with strange frequencies folding in on themselves, too high and too low at once, a sound that clawed at the edges of Fb’s processors.
>"What are you..."
>After the humming stopped the children froze.
>Their weapons clattered to the floor, they were swallowed by the eldritch hum.

>Their voices rising to echo C#’s song.
>A haunting, broken harmony that bore no trace of life.
>Fb’s breath caught, her core stuttering as the sound scraped against her very being. >“C#… what did you do?”

>He turned to her, his smile small, fragile, and unspeakably creepy, like a puppet mimicking joy.
>“Our band.” he said, his voice reverent. >“For us. I wanted you to hear it first.”
>She stared at the classroom, at the young drones chanting in unison, now just bunch of lifeless puppets.
>She didn’t care for worker drones lives as they are now eating them.
>But this is a fate worse than dead.

>"This is wrong..."
>"You’re right. It isn't the perfection that I...(cough) We seek. But it's closer to the grand symphony. "

>>312442
> C# stood before his newest "band recruit".
>The reluctant Worker Drones recruits tried to mimic C#’s melody, its voice a jagged, off-key whine that grated against the silence.

>"Again,” C# ordered.
>“Feel the Solver’s pulse. Let it guide you. You’re not just singing, you’re becoming it's pupp...(cough)”
>From the shadows near the wall, Fb watched, her optics dim with a mix of dread and sorrow.
>She is used to it by now. It's still hurt her core that C# is now a cult leader.

>C# glanced up, catching her gaze. His smile softened.
>“Why don’t you join us, Fb?”
>"We could make this symphony perfect together.”

>"I’ll pass… im gonna practice my dancing. In my room.”
>"And I don't like playing with my food."

>“Suit yourself."
>C# turned back to the recruit, resuming his rhythm.
>“Again. Louder this time. Let it in.”

>Her “room” was no fancy studio or auditorium, but it was her only safe haven in a world that had gone mad.
>She locked the door, and leaned against the wall, her optics dimming as she fought the urge to scream.

>In the mirror, her reflection stared back: her expression close to despair. She tried to dance, to summon the grace that once defined her.
>She fell.
>"It's not the same without him."
>"I can’t keep the Balance we once had..."

>C# knocked on her closed door.

>"Fb, I'm sorry to interrupt your art but we got a mission from the boss."

>"Something about labs...?"

>>312429
hnnng

>>312398
Pedoniggers from co and tomoe chimping out because blackhand can't ban him for his behaviour there, what did you expect?

>>312445
If you do that without alerting her, it would be pretty impressive, but expect repercussions for your actions.
She might have an use for your stealth points in the next generation of sentinel drones.

>>312312
Nothing much, my work schedule just got inverted and I’m going to be doing more intensive training and overtime on top of that so my drawing and writing plans are pretty much just up in the air now.