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Theia laughed as she was slobbered over, uncaring that she was being covered in drool. She scratched his ears and under his chin, then gently booped him on the nose. "He's well trained. Such a good boy," she cooed.

It took Theia a moment to register what V said, but when she did her eyes lit up with triumph. "See? I told you! I knew it would work, and you doubted me. Right, kiddo?" She asked, turning smugly to J.

Irene chuckled, walked over to her Ma and gave her a little side hug that Theia gladly returned. "I had no doubts." She said, mirroring her ma's smug look perfectly.

"What, am I being ganged up on now? I knew you two would be insufferable. Oh, great Theia and Irene Sterling, how I have wronged thee." J said, rolling her eyes ang giving them a mock bow. The act earned her giggles from the two of them, wich made J smile. "If you two are such geniuses, how do we go about getting home?" She asked, rising and putting her hands on her hips.

"Uh.." the two of them looked a little lost with that one, and turned to Tera and V for help.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

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Theia is only a foot shorter than J, but she takes advantage of that whenever she can

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Theia's eyes widened in suprise and delight, nearly dropping her gift to J as Mars's nose met her hand. "Oh, hello handsome boy! Look at you! Who's a good boy? You're so adorable." Theia cooed, crouching a little and holding the nut under one arm so she could properly give Mars some very well deserved scratches.

J's hard look softened at the scene, glancing at her daughter. Irene shrugged awkwardly, looking away from the tree that she had been interested in a moment ago. "Alright, alright. I can't stay mad at you for keeping yourself alive. Just promise me you'll stay close?" J asked, kneeling down to allow Mars to sniff her hand. Even she couldn't resist that face for long.

"Promise." Theia said, voice full of sincerity. Their tails (wich began to wag) intertwined with each other. "I have you guys to thank for my rescue?" Theia asked, reluctantly looking up from Mars's adorable face and up at Tera and V. "Uh. V?" She asked, sounding incredibly confused as she laid eyes on her friend's doppelganger.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

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Theia was only given a moment to fully reorient herself, before-

"Theia Elara Sterling! Where on Copper 9 have you been?! Irene and I have been frying our brains trying to find your dumbass, and we had to pull these two-" J took a moment to gesture at their guides "-off post just to find you! I'm glad to see you fully in one peice, but you can't just wander off in a brand new environment! Some predator could have taken you out, and you know it!" J nearly shouted, barely remembering to keep her voice down enough so said predators wouldn't come after them. "And also, what is that." She finished, glowering at the nut in her wife's hands.

Theia seemed to shrink a little as she was scolded, but didn't try to comment or interrupt it until it was her turn. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I was trying to track down other drones like I said I was going to, but I got sidetracked by some cute, weird looking puppies. I uh- I think Tera called them Nightstalkers? I did end up getting chased up this tree by their mom, and she kept barking up at me for a while. I didn't know if it was safe to come down. And this is some kind of nut, I thought you might like it." Theia said, holding out the food like it was a peice offering.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

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"Thanks." Theia said, taking the nut from Tera with a small, appreciative smile. She turned it in her hands with a curious look on her face, before remembering where she was.

"You're right, but J's favorite snacks are almond flavored things. I think she's gonna like this too. Irene has a preference for walnuts, so this could be a winner!" The worker drone was grinning now, her tail wagging a little as she talked about her family.

"But yeah, it's best not to drag out my appointment with the reaper any longer. Shall we?" She asked, her eyes flickering over Tera's wings before turning her full attention to the drone in front of her.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

This is what Koba sounds like. To me, anyways

@ask-elliot-doorman-fam

[dazzling-raven]

Theia regarded Tera with her 'resting face,' but on the inside she was currently freaking out and barely keeping herself together. She winced ever so slightly after checking her clock and realized how long she'd actually been gone. "Fair enough. Are there any ripe ones around? I want to have something to show for my sorry ass. J's gonna kill me anyways so the least I could do is get the both of them something and apologize for making them worry." Theia said, walking over to the Solver drone while glancing around the tree.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

Late night sketches + drawings! I gotta fix my sleep schedule before school starts back up again TwT

[dazzling-raven]

Theia let out an embarrassingly high pitched yelp, shot up, tripped on her own feet, and flailed around before catching herself. "Bad day to leave the wings at home." Theia grumbled to herself, brushing off her hoodie more out of habit than anything. Falling from a high place would not be how she died.

"Who the hell are you? Don't you know it's probably a bad idea to startle people this high up?" Theia snipped, crossing her arms and glaring at Tera. Her tail flicked back and forth, agitated.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

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"I wouldn't-" J sighed as Tera took off before she could finish. "...do that. Hopefully she realizes she's being helped instead of attacked..."

Theia was a shockingly high way up the tree, especially considering that she was a regular worker. She hummed to herself as she climbed, some pop singer playing away through her headphones. She HAD been scouting ahead, but she'd seen the cute, weirdly mutated babies of some sort and had tried to pet them. Unfortunately mama was nearby, and she scrambled her ass up the tree before she could become a meal. She wasn't sure if it was safe to come down yet, so there was no better place to go than up.

She currently found herself sitting on a fat branch, staring curiously at a weird, glowing...fruit? Vegetable? It didn't matter to her, but mabye she could bring it to J and Irene to try as an apology gift for vanishing without a word. "...huh. is this even edible?" She mused to herself, poking it with the needle of her tail.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

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"Very. She's like a monkey." J sighed, exasperated. As she finished speaking, a yelp and a snap was heard from far up the tree. A smallish branch fell from above, and it landed two inches away from where V was.

"I think we found our culprit." J said, relief pooling into her voice. Her tail twitched once- the beginning of a wag- before she remembered who she was with and stalled the traitorous appendage. She inhaled, about to yell for her to get her butt down from that tree, but then remembered the large predators that were close by. "I suppose we follow her?" She said instead, looking upwards.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

Pressure

Theia was sinking, surrounded by inky blackness. In a way, the suffocating pressure was a comforting feeling. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Not really. She'd had these dreams before. The kind where you knew you'd wake up screaming or drenched in your own sweat. Seriously, who programmed that? 

She inhaled, though she instantly regretted it. She choked on something- water? Air? Either way, it didn't matter. Fight or flight kicked in, and her body tried to inhale on instinct. It only made things worse as she coughed or gagged, her arms flailing in a poor attempt to bring her body to the surface. Panic seized her core, her chassis constricting further as she sunk, down, down, down, down until-! 

“Theia! Theia, it's ok!” a voice cried, shattering the illusion. She lurched up in a panic, still gasping for air she didn't really need. 

“J-! I don- I can- haa- hic!” Theia tried, instinctively calling out for her partner. Strong hands immediately engulfed her own, and she distantly felt a tail curl around her waist. 

“I’m here, Theia. I'm here. What's my favorite colour?” J asked, bringing their hands to her core. 

“Huh- um, blue, what-?” 

“My activation date?” 

“Ahm, June 23rd?” Theia could feel J's corebeat through the baby blue nightgown she wore. It was quick, but J was breathing slowly and evenly. Her hair was down, messy and beautiful. 

“Good. Can you breathe with me?” She asked, and Theia nodded weakly. J inhaled- slowly, held it, then released her breath. Theia tried to follow, but it hurt. She hiccuped, inhaled once, and exhaled shakily. They repeated this for several corebeats until Theia's panic lessened completely, and her chassis stopped aching. She sniffed, then slumped fully against her partner. J's arms immediately brought Theia closer, fully embracing her small frame in a hug.  

“M'sorry” Theia rasped out eventually, curling so her legs  were fully tucked into J's lap. “It was just a nightmare, I didn't mean to wake you.” 

“It was clearly more than just a nightmare. What…what happened?” J asked, running her fingers through Theia's hair. 

“I was drowning again.” She sighed, leaning into the touch. “I don't get it! I've never even seen an ocean that wasn't frozen over, and yet…” Theia grumbled, her tail flicking once before it decided that it was too tired to go on. 

J sighed, just as mystified. Perhaps it was some sort of unresolved trauma, but neither of them were in the mood to dig that up at the moment. “Would you like to watch Wall-E?” She asked, knowing that neither of them would be able to fall back to sleep anytime soon. It was Theia's comfort movie, and one J secretly enjoyed as well. 

Theia immediately perked up, smiling a soft smile that made J's core do a happy little dance. That was her smile, nobody else got to see that. “You know me so well, my moon.” She said, slowly disentangling herself from J. The disassembly drone got off the bed, quickly located the laptop, and snuggled back into bed with her partner. Theia was lifted into J’s lap as she located their chosen movie and pressed play. The soft glow of the laptop painted J’s face in blues—real blues, not the drowning-kind—and Theia focused on that instead.

As the intro rolled and J began to purr, Theia knew she was the single luckiest drone in the world. The worker sighed in content, relaxing into her partner. The frozen ocean could wait for now. Here, in front of the screen, Theia found herself in a different kind of tide; the steady pull of J's breath, gently guiding her back to the surface. 

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IT'S THEM!! 💕

Hi! If you's like to, could you draw my girl Theia and J cuddling together? J is definitely the big spoon. She's a foot taller than Theia, who's 5ft. Theia's got a matching bracelet if it matters ^^

Theia's ref is by @/herecomesthetaco ^^

Purring drones

[dazzling-raven]

J's face would have gone pale if it could've. "She can be incredibly sneaky when she wants to be, but she can also be stupidly reckless. She's unpredictable in that way, but if she chooses the stupid option and dies for it I'm going to revive her just to kill her myself."

"She likes to get into mischief sometimes, and that can mean poking the bear, er, nightstalker in this case, when she shouldn't. Especially if they're in the way of something she might want- she likes the rush of robo adrenaline." Irene sighed, praying that her ma picked the smart option of hiding. With their luck, unfortunately, they could never be sure.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

"Huh, neat." Irene mused, now focused mostly on not tripping on any roots. J kept one of her headlights focused on her, just in case.

"With all the predators you mentioned, I can't necessarily say I blame the farmers. Inside the wall means safety, another day lived." J mused, grunting as she was slapped smack in the center of visor by a large leaf. "Take me back to snow and ice any day." She grumbled, very much over the jungle.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

J and Irene nodded, preparing themselves to go back into the jungle. Even if J didn't love being told what to do and admitting this to herself annoyed her beyond belief, in this case V knew best. If she wanted to keep Irene safe it was worth it to hunker down and play the follower. "Lead the way." J said, tone serious. Her tail was flicking anxiously, and she did her best to calm it. It wouldn't do her any good to stab someone.

"That's kinda wicked." Irene said, marveling at Tera's new sword. "How does that work?" She asked before she could stop herself, falling in behind her mother.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.

[dazzling-raven]

Stress rings formed around J's eyelights as her cpu helpfully generated the many ways her wife could put herself into danger. She knew her wife could handle herself and J trusted her, though she couldn't help but be worried. "Well... at least she'll think he's cute." J managed eventually, clearing her throat to compose herself.

"Ma's gonna be thrilled. Even if he grows up to be a really big guy, he's still gonna be a good boy. I can tell." Irene chuckled, doing her best to wipe dog slobber off her visor. Her tail was still wagging, Mars probably just made her whole week.

A light wind was rippling through the canopy- a rare blessing to disrupt the heat. It's been a relatively normal day for the drones in Sanctuary. With luck, it would stay that way. It was a different story for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty, however.

"Mom, I don't think we should-"

"Irene, please. They're workers."

"Yeah, workers that are armed."

A beat of silence, then a grumpy "OK, I see your point." from the first.

Two dissidembly drones fought their way out of the brush. Both of them were clearly not used to this environment, as their once pristine frames were now stained in brown mud that was already beginning to flake off. "You. I would like to speak to the one in charge of this place. It is an urgent matter that should not be taken lightly." The owner of the second voice demanded.

She was tall, standing at 6 feet. She had taken off her outer cabana jacket, leaving her in a dark, long-sleeve shirt. She wore black pants (now sporting a few tears), and a silver band with a blue stone gleamed on her right wrist. Her white hair was tied up in two short pigtails by twin bows. Her hair, while now frizzy, had at least escaped the mud treatment. She was Serial Designation J, and she would not be taken lightly right now.

(Only if you'd like to of course! I wanna practice writing these guys and there's no better way to do that than tapping into my roots lol. @/dazzling-raven)

The two armed and armored gaurds eyelights went hollow, looking at each other like they're seeing a ghost. One of them brings out a patchworked radio.

The armour is mostly leather, with only a plate on the chest and the left shoulder being metal, though both gaurds were weilding a long metal spear and a buckled shield with a green tree painted as it's emblem,

"Um... Boss? There's two Dissasembly Drones at the gate."

There's grumbly static in response that he can supposedly understand. "They wanna talk to the Chieftess."

More static.

He gulps.

"The commander will be here soon to see you." He says, trying to sound like he wasn't afraid that he was about to be ripped to shreds. "Please remain here."

Archers dotted the top of the wall, several now looking at them and notching arrows in a well-trained fashion.

"And please keep your voice down. As the air get cooler, loud noises may attract larger predators..." He pleads politely.