The Gremlin Girl (also known as the 'Wrench Wench' or a GG) is an evolutionary offshoot of your typical goblin maid. Obsessed with machinery and engines, they inevitably attach themselves to evil geniuses.
Though, it has been suggested they...influence their new employers. Making them a bit...dumber. A bit more genre blind. A bit more obsessed with giant machines of doom.
But that's purely speculation. Why would they make their new boss stupid? Make him more willing to listen to his evil henchwoman? More obsessed with giant, rumbly, sexy machines and guns that go boom?
Certainly not a cute, short green girl who gets all hot and bothered listening to evil rants. Who loves arrogant men who take charge, but who'll let her do all that pesky thinking.
Yes.
A gremlin girl never manipulate her evil master.
She's just a cute, perky minion with big, green breasts whose goggles have fun little spirals her master loves to watch.
Cinder: There's been word of a new threat to huntresses everywhere. We don't know who they are, but what we do know is that they're organized, motivated, building a team of henchmen and minions the likes of which Remnant has never seen before. This person is attempting to become a...
NEFARIOUS FOE
Ruby: Um, Professor Fall?
Cinder: What is it, Rose?
Ruby: Uh, would this nefarious foe have an underground lair, ma'am?
Cinder: It doesn't seem that way, Rose. However, it could be only a matter of time.
Weiss: What would an evil lair look like, Professor Fall?
Cinder: Well, Schnee, if I were to build an evil lair, not that I would, of course, I would design an evil lair the likes of which the world had never seen! I would probably build it into a mountain, underground with barracks, a control room, a place for all of my ill-gotten gains, and maybe a recreation room so that my goons don't get disloyal when they're bored. Leeches, the lot of them.
Blake: Would you build traps, ma'am?
Cinder: Hundreds of them, Belladonna! I wouldn't want a huntsman snooping around where I don't want them. Certainly not while I'm taking over the world. And I'd build a cover operation to hide my base from prying eyes. Camouflage is the key.
Jaune: It's a good thing you're not a nefarious foe, ma'am!
Cinder: Don't be such a damned fool, Jaune! Now, peons, you have your assignments... Get out there do what you've been told to do!
people who write jon centric tma fics with the tag terminal illness, i hope you know you have an amazing mind and i don’t think i will ever physically be able to read your fic