Please don't skip this. It's kinda important.
Edit: No. Never played Vanilla expanded psycasts. So no. Purely vanilla on that matter.
So one of you asked what list of bionics he has. Honestly, I didn't make a full comprehensive list.
Anything noteworthy as you've read is his Archotech Eye. For his limbs and organs, just think of late game bionics from EPOE or Yet Another Prosthetics Expansion mod (advanced, ultratech, or synthetics. the best of the best available). It doesn't really matter much in the big picture personally so I didn't think much of it. I'm not one of those guys who pour too much on details.
Oh and yeah. There's no AI implanted on him. No auxiliary AI from EPEO or such.
There's the archotech eye, as the wiki says there is some internal subpersona AI if that counts. It didn't really describe much what this AI is capable of other than "highlight useful visual information". Like what? Can it assist you like how a gunlink would? Can it assist you in melee by highlighting where and when a punch is coming? Can it assist you in tasks both unskilled and skilled?
Who knows. I'm just writing what I think are it's possibilities. One such instance is in the previous fight.
Besides that, the archotechs being pretty much gods, I don't know why the archotech bionics seems underpowered in-game in accordance to their lore or description. I mean, come on, it says that the Archotech eye is "precise enough to read handwriting from twenty meters away."? But only provides 150% sight efficiency for each part?
Now that's bullshit.
That said, I wouldn't write them in a way how it is in-game. And expect that to be the same for many of the this fic's aspect.
It's why I feel apprehensive that I added in the Archotech eye implant in James cus it sounded OP in lore. But oh well whatever.
Jan 18, 2023
Chapter 5
Mondstadt
"What did you... do? What have you done?!" Lisa exclaimed, then hit with regret in absorbing the fact that maaaybe she shouldn't have shouted to the one person she shouldn't have, a person who did horrifying things. Even when her outburst had been clear in the ears of many, James neither seem startled or offended. Though that didn't make her any less nervous.
"He started it." James pointed to the harbinger.
Who was silently cowering behind the acting grand master. James felt no guilt nor remorse of what he's done. But meeting Lisa's accusing eyes made him feel like a child who broke his mom's favorite vase.
She didn't know what to think of. It didn't take her a long moment catch up, running and gliding her way from the cathedral, so for all of this to happen all in such a short time...
"Uhh yeah. I... might have gone a bit overboard." He gestured the gore. Might would be an understatement. He'd always go all-out in any fight. The harder he fights, the faster it ends. And one reason why is that if there's less time he's required in the battlefield, there's more time to waste being drunk or high.
He shrugged. While he had his helmet on, Lisa can't help note of how casual he was going with everything. It gave credit to his story he shared in the cathedral. His fights against bandits and raiders, his adventures of survival. Just how much blood had he shed to have done this with indifference?
He was inhumane. In every sense of that word.
"I just didn't like them taking my stuff." There was no ounce of malice, saying it as it is. "Uhhh... mind doing me a favor? I know that woman wanted me to stop, so can you tell that guy, "I won't kill you. So just leave me alone with my things, please?""
Please.
Lisa wanted to bang her head on the wall. His modesty felt out of place, and it felt ridiculous that he felt the obligation to say please to the person whom he was about to kill, the same person who, in the justice of things, deserved every retribution for his crimes. She would be lying to say that it wasn't satisfying to see Dottore's beaten state. It was payment for his abuse of authority as a harbinger.
And his crimes against humanity that oh so many people remain ignorant of, crimes remaining unearthed, crimes forever hidden behind nefarious schemes. With Mondstadt being one of his prey, no amount can recompense the families of their missing child that only a very few knew the truth behind them.
(AN: if you know, you know)
It was simply karma, where karma in reality wouldn't usually prey on figures of power.
And yet James wanted to say please.
Oh, I just massacred your people, and I almost killed you. I know you're at fault, but can I have my stuff back, please?
Her hand rubbed the bridge of her nose out of... frustration? Amusement? She can't say what exactly. It was complicated.
"... I... I'll deliver your message." Favor or not, she was glad he wasn't some unreasonable savage, that he's willing for reconciliation. Poor Jean is doing her best to look dignified in front of everyone, in front of many people, but Lisa knew she was one step closer in having a heart attack. And she can't blame that. Political-relations wise, the outcome of this event would be... Well. A death of an influential Snezhnayan "diplomat" would be catastrophic. Thank Barbatos that Jean chose the right decision to stop James to continue what he was about to do.
Whatever he was about to do.
In public eyes no less.
There's still much to salvage in this situation, and making all parties involved look cooperative is a right step forward away from another conflict.
Lisa approached the once abrasive and boastful Dottore.
"... He is willing to spare your life," Lisa was steps away from the famed harbinger. He refused to meet her eyes, embarrassed with his appearance utterly beaten and pride utterly bruised. Lisa couldn't have imagined to meet the man in such a ruined state. He had these horrific burns in every part of his front, and yet seeing all of these, she felt no pity, for he deserved none. "... As long you respect his wishes to be left alone along with his belongings."
Wordlessly, Dottore slid a shaky hand into his coat back pocket, to pull out a strange syringe that he handed to Lisa. Without eye contact, Lisa received the item. She wished no further interaction, having done her business. She walked to James, and walking past Jean, Lisa caught her leader giving a quick spiteful yet smug glance to the Fatui "diplomat" before turning her attention to the enigmatic otherworlder.
Lisa felt unease with the corpses around her, disgusted what was done to them. Lisa herself had her hands dirtied before, and she'd show no hesitation for the good of Mondstadt. But even then, no one deserves to be subjected to such brutality. Enemy or not.
"Oh fuck. I forgot about that." He cringed at the thought how his only healer mech serum would have been damaged in the heat of battle. Those things are rare, and he wouldn't doubt it's the only one in this world. As he grabbed the item of off Lisa's palm, he gave his gratitude, "Thanks."
"..." The librarian walked behind away to distance herself from the blood and gore. And the source of it all.
Someone coughed.
The three were alarmed and turned to the source. One of the Fatui on the ground - in one piece, limbs and all - groaned in pain, and from thereon more revealed themselves to be alive waking up with the worst aches.
James remembered he did only knock out a few of them.
One struggled to stand, resisting the urge to vomit. He's doing that "HuuUough" thing.
James remembered he did punch one of them in the guts.
Hard.
Hopefully, he didn't destroy that guy's stomach lining... not too much anyways.
"Woops... hahaha." The laugh came out dry. He looked up the sun rising above the mountains. It was early morning, he noted. "Must be uhh... quite a day for all of them, huh?"
How can you say that of all things? Lisa fought hard to keep her thoughts unsaid.
Jean looked at Lisa with anticipation.
"M-may I request you spare them?"
"... Fight's over anyways." He dismissively waved a hand. "I won. They lost. They can leave for all I care."
Lisa turned to Jean, nodding.
"Knights! With me!" Jean went into action, carrying one of the injured - ones still in one piece. It was comical to see a woman her size carrying an unconscious 8-footer macho in a bridal carry. Soon, the other people from the Favonius came to help in myriad of ways. A knight supported a staggering skirmisher. Two of them pulled another by the legs. A girl in an armored maid uniform was carrying four by her shoulders, much to James' amusement. They all went wherever they had to.
His bionic ears picked up footsteps. He turned to the crowd, where the Snezhnayan delegations who ran away earlier warily walking their way to Dottore.
James saw how few of them look at him with this cautious, fearful look. He responded with a nod, a gesture for green light. Seeing that, they had less hesitation to scutter to their superior. Dottore was being carried and escorted by his people, all the while blocking his face with his arm. The crowds whispered and murmured as they gave way to the group. It was likely that their destination is Goth Grand Hotel, an inn inside the city wholly reserved by the Fatui.
"So... yeah. That's that." James turned to Lisa. Gone was the gaze of wonder, as she was listening to his tales of space travel and adventures back in the cathedral. And to think that was recent. It felt... degrading to see a pretty lady look him in the eye like he was some monster. With all things considered, it would be understandable. She did her best to maintain composure. Truly. But she wasn't some trained actor. He did what he had to do, and yet it was unthinkable what had been done. There was silent awkwardness between the two. Lisa stared at her reflection on James' opaque helmet visor. Lisa thinned her lips, unknowing what to say.
She was either anxious or alarmed, maybe both, as James can't think of anything with their expressions alone.
"... Uhh... I need to check a lot of things." Walking to the open weapon case, he clipped a sling to the charge rifle and reloaded a fresh mag, then stored the used ones. He swung the rifle to hang on his back, closed the case, and carried it on one hand. He stood without even looking at Lisa. Not with the way she's looking at him. "Tell anyone concerned that I'll just stay here for... a while I guess?"
It's not like he had anywhere else to go.
...
...
...
The people of Mondstadt and visitors alike had witnessed a battle worthy to be told in tales, worthy to be sung by bards, to be written by poets, to be illustrated by artists.
With nothing left to do, the offworlder engaged in mundane chores of cleaning what needs to be or hauling whatever where its needed, and eventually one by one, then by the dozens, the observers left to tend to their lives. In as much as everyone wants to observe this mysterious offworlder, there's shops to be run, customers to be cared, and wares to be moved and sold. It would be unwise to abandon their day jobs behind.
People had lives. They had responsibilities. And life went on as if nothing happened. Because whatever happened, happened.
Just like that, the night is creeping to blanket the sky, a message for the people that the day's work would be over, leaving all but the knights guarding the crash site to monitor the powerful stranger from a respectable distance. By Jean's orders, the Favonius erected a temporary camp acting as an observation oupost.
""Quite a day" He said?" Kaeya spun his drink, its contents of fragrant wine calmly whirling inside the glass. A stupid smile formed on his rosy cheeks. "Well what a day indeed. He must be quite a jester."
"Barely a jest, and more of a rhetoric." Lisa raised her glass towards a maid who poured wine until half full. "And yet he seemed utilitarian, treating everything as it is."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Well... I don't know. I can barely keep up with the language. The phonetics. The semantics. The pragmatics. It eludes me. Possibly, he's a psychopath. Possibly, he's just apathetic." A sigh escaped Lisa's breath. She gestured her glass towards Kaeya. "Well... anyone would be apathetic with so much that has happened... Mind you?"
"'course." Kaeya hovered a hand above her glass to materialize diamond-shaped ice on her drink.
"My thanks."
The trio sat around the round table. The other captains already went home. Eula cared little and considering everything after a long recon mission, she deserved a rest. Same for Albedo who follows a disciplined schedule. All that left was Jean where she was needed. Lisa stayed for obvious reasons. Kaeya is just extra. Someone else had to carry the workload to check on everything, everyone, and to anything odd that would come up. He was an extra sword should the need arise, and for one thing, what else a cavalry captain without a cavalry to captain do?
"May I, Captain Kaeya?" A short haired maid offered a bottle of wine.
"Oh. No need. Anymore than this would be a sin." Kaeya kindly rejected. He still had a job to do.
The maid nodded, putting the bottle down to leave for her other duties... that pretty sure no one expected her to do. And yet, no one batted an eye when the overachieving maid did work equivalent to a hundred laborers, when she sliced down swath of trees, hauled all the logs all the way to where the camp was, and erected log cabins. In a few hours. Alone. By herself.
Oh, she's already done with that part. Now she was hauling more logs on her shoulders for another cabin. And a bunch of other things. Like furniture, a kitchen, maybe also a gazebo...
A lot of things, really.
It was beginning to be less of a camp and more as an outpost. Jean couldn't bother to tell her to take a break with a lot of things on her mind, and Lisa knew that the more exhausted Noelle was, the happier she becomes.
The maid threw the logs up high, jumped, and summoning her greatsword, sliced the logs into planks mid air as everything landed into a neat pile. All done with a grace of a swan. The knight onlookers all threw their applause as Noelle landed, greatsword un-summoned in bright yellow sparks. She gave the audience a elegant bow.
The knights went to their job to contribute. While no one can compare themselves to the wondermaid, someone had to set and ignite the torches and prepare the cooking equipment for the coming night.
"Leave her alone long enough, and surely this "outpost" would become a town." Kaeya joked. But seeing no reaction with his peers, he downed the rest of his glass contents. He eyed their faces. Jean had a lot on her mind, and Lisa had this... starry eyes looking at somewhere. He already knew where she was looking. From the distance, Kaeya watched the armored individual cremating cadavers on a funeral pyre. "What got you all so silen- Oh... I didn't noticed that till now."
In contrast to their "camp" lit with flickering, fickle torches, the offworlder's surroundings had these orbs emitting light as strong and steady as the sun.
"Those... lamps. How magical," Lisa didn't seem to talk to anyone in mind, lost in her own world. The idle knights taking a break had this same curiosity looking at the sight. "I wonder how it works. Does it gets its luminance from the ley lines?"
"Why not go there and ask him?"
"Hmm?"
"It's only natural. You're the only one who can speak with him. What's the harm?"
"What's the harm? What's the- preposterous. You've seen personally what he could do. What he wouldn't hesitate to do. Me? I came late before I saw anything, and I'm glad I was."
"Well we hadn't given him reasons to be hostile, and I say we're good on his book considering he did nothing on you. Besides, I've seen more dreadful things." Kaeya deadpanned. "Often I see irresponsible borrowers with long, overdue books struck with lightning by our languid libraria- Ow!"
Lisa kicked his foot.
"... I jest. You know what? Not my call in the first place. " Kaeya swirled the wine bottle as an offer. "Jean? No interest for even a single sip? You look like the one who'd need it the most."
"o-Oh?" Jean snapped out of her daze.
"Hahaha in a trance I see. I must say... you obsess the man quite a bit." Flashing a smirk, the Calvary Captain teased, "I've not seen his face yet. But I assume you two already have. So, is he to your fancy?"
Jean kicked his foot.
"... I jest..."
"I simply have a lot in my mind."
"I can tell..."
The trio watched on their seating. While they could see James that was making something based on his silhouette, they can't imagine their function. He made handfuls of odd contraptions, tinkered as he went. He moved and worked like a tireless ant, whatever he was doing and whatever it was for, but notably he was putting more time building more of those pod shaped things...
It was noteworthy that he was tearing the metal craft apart bit by bit - much like a vulture ripping flesh from a dead animal - using some tool that is making this god awful wailing shrieks. The otherworldly noise has been the source of goosebumps for Jean who crossed her arms for reassurance.
The noise was alien, horrific, and nothing else concerned her and for her nation more than this unknown factor thrown in the calculus of politics.
Whatever metal chunk or debris he salvaged, he would haul it all to what seems to be a smelter. By the archons, no one had seen no much metal in one place. Wait... No one had seen him prepare coal. So where is the heat coming from in that smelter? Even if he had gotten firewood earlier, wood is not a hot enough of a fuel to melt steel.
"I understand why the camp, so… what's our long term plan? Are we simply going to play the role of a stalker in the meanwhile?"
"Yes." A flat answer.
"But... why?"
"... Everyone had seen what he has done, and if we made contact so casually, what would the Fatui think of our Order to form relations with the very person who've... nearly offed a harbinger." Jean had trouble in saying that sentence, much less believe it. Not everyday you'd witness one of the famed figures of the Fatui, especially one infamous and fabled, to be beaten like a dog by some man that fell from the sky. "Worse comes to worse, they'd force our hands to deal with him."
"Is that what you fear, truly? An all out war with a single man? Well I wouldn't think that even the Fatui would recklessly send anyone else to deal someone who've dealt one of their strongest, now would they?"
"Even if they had nothing to tell us what we do, we can't just let him in our soil. Hopefully, we'll never have to deal with him. Directly, that is."
"I'm sensing a but there." Kaeya anticipated her to continue.
"But if we have no choice, then I'll consider to send a letter to Varka of our situation. He may have defeated one we thought untouchable, but with some preparation, planning, and our combined strength, there's a chance he can be defeated."
"And if we couldn't? Then that's it. Any effort would be for naught. We can't bet on the unknowns." Kaeya's voice had this growing frustration. "Sure, he's just one man, but surely he has other otherworldly tricks. Hidden tricks that the only way we can reveal them, is that we test the waters... which inarguably requires sacrifices."
Sacrifices.
That word stung the acting grand master.
"Jean." Lisa chimed in. "I say Kaeya is right. We are at an impasse with James. While he poses a threat, he doesn't see us as his enemy, nor would he be merciless towards the innocent. I understand why you would be wary, but we have no rights to antagonize his existence."
Even with what he's done, Lisa felt empathetic. James was simply someone lost in some strange world with no one to trust but himself.
"Exactly. We're not even being subtle. We might as well build a watchtower here and put up a sign that says "We don't like you."" Kaeya realized what he just had said. Without turning behind, he said unamused, "Noelle, please don't do that. I was just kidding. I wouldn't be that cruel."
The maid dropped nails and planks, and went instead planted sharpened logs to act as palisades around the perimeter.
"While our humble city would... have qualms embracing such a stranger," Kaeya continued, making Jean raise an eyebrow at the implication. "Ridiculous as it sounds, he'd be our neighbor in the foreseeable future. Would you rather villainize him? Keep him on his toes until we provoke a response? He'd told us he'd stay "for a while," but let's face the fact - he's stuck here."
It was hard to imagine how and where all that boxes and crates and that metal craft the size with a magnitude unseen before. James retaliated for his belongings with no discrimination, and there'd be no doubt he would fend off any parties unwise to ignore his strength.
Jean, sitting on an ornate wooden chair, pondered the words of Kaeya. And he may be right. Besides, it was probably for the better - and in the Favonius' best interest - that this powerful figure does not go anywhere else making trouble.
… Then again, with everything considered, he invites trouble.
"Him? Our neighbor?" Jean can't imagine having such a neighbor who have sown a reputation, one who became the talk of the town in a single day. She would know, with the apparent commotions throughout the city. "The Fatui would likely send an army of "envoys" and in that time, neighbor or not, he'd be out of our hands."
The trio were too focused in their world of debate to mind the hushed and mumbled commotion outside the camp.
"Ah… but you might have not considered a critical factor."
"And that is?"
"What are the chances that the Fatui would employ our guest from the stars? Entice him to join their ranks?" Kaeya smiled, his unblinking eye piercing Jean's. "I'm sure someone as capable as he would surely be invited by those who seeks unique individuals with unique power. And if that became true, then there's another factor turned against us."
"And… what if they just took him? Put him in some dungeon?"
Lisa coughed to interject, "Say they did not forgive what was done or if he were to willingly reject their offer, then they'll try to take everything he has. They'll come up with some master design, and you know those scheming snakes. I did not see his firearm in action, but you all did. And that's only one of his belongings amongst countless. Can you imagine what the Fatui could come up with if they laid their hands on some offworld contraptions? Worse still. If they learn his skills as a crafter or so he claims, with some "convincing", his talents would surely give them a much sharper edge in ways we cannot imagine."
… Jean processed the words. Weighed her options. Visualized the future. Mondstadt is a weak nation, one vulnerable to schemes and conspiracies. There would always be a plot designed by the Fatui to spark chaos in her home. Regardless if James joins then or shares his technology to bolster their strength… then it wouldn't be just Mondstadt that would be affected.
She cannot find a counter argument.
If Mondstadt were to officially grant James Huntsman asylum, then the Fatui would surely cause a ruckus. Demand justice this. Demand compensation that.
But Kaeya was right.
His existence alone could quake Tevyat.
The debate came to a checkmate.
"Tick tock. We have to call dibs on our enigmatic friend, and we have to do it no-"
"Acting Grandmaster, Ma'am! It's about him!" Huffman, one of the knights in watch duty, holding a brass telescope with a hand and a torch with the other, came to the trio and gestured a direction outside. "He's made some kind of… of an automaton!"
"What?!" Lisa strongly reacted. Kaeya raised a brow, while Jean quickly stood from her seat as she snatched the brass telescope from the knight.
Jean ran outside.
The camp was at a loud commotion as every knight who heard came to check over.
Who wouldn't know what an automaton is? Any automaton would usually be associated with ruin machines, and all ruin machines came from Khaenri'ah. You'd usually see them in the form of Ruin Guards roaming around Mondstadt. Naturally, everyone would be alarmed, especially in consideration of everyone's experience and memories with those monstrous machines. The knights stood outside the camp as the commotion grew.
Surely enough, Jean could see there were now three figures of silhouettes moving and working.
Even for the people without telescopes, it easy to make out their appearance with those sun-like lamps that lit their surroundings that turned day into night. There was the familiar sight of James in his black and white armor, accompanied with two new beings of metallic grey.
Surely, those two new entity didn't seem human. They were some kind of… faceless humanoid armor given life. And that caused a wave of emotions among the observers.
Jean peered through the telescope.
They're definitely not human, and their design doesn't seem related to the underground nation that perished five centuries ago.
"Huffman, where did they come from?" Jean watched with an incredulous eye as the two automatons working in tandem with James. "W-we're they summoned?"
Everyone garnered their attention to Huffman who felt their pressure of anticipation.
"Uhh… no Ma'am. They did not materialize out of nowhere," The brown haired knight replied. "All I've seen is that they we're… uhh being made in that… thing over there? See those large… platforms? The ones with a pair of great metal limbs with strange tools? You should see right now it's making more of them, Ma'am."
It didn't take a few seconds for everyone to search which contraption that fit such description.
Pairs of metal arms moved, making a form starting to look humanoid. Their odd hands flared and sparked as they assembled the parts placed around them. It was like armor being put in an armor display stand, one part at a time.
Silence was loud among the Knights of Favonius.
"By the Archons…" She whispered. Jean concluded that the Fatui must never have him, and she'll do everything in her power to prevent that from happening. Screw those delegations. Some petty squabbles is nothing in comparison to this. They can say whatever they want. Demand whatever they want.
Because this is bigger than anything the Grand Acting Master have realized.
The man they are watching have the technology comparable to the ancient underground kingdom who have long left their masterless relics behind in the face of Tevyat.
It was unbelievable…
James put down his grinder.
There was much to deconstruct. He definitely need a pair of helping hand. Thankfully, he had constructed two droid fabricators earlier, and with the fabrication process started so long ago during daylight it shouldn't take too long for the two droids in the making come to life.
Speaking of which. James thought, seeing the two freshly baked droids walk out of the fabricators.
"You. You." He pointed each two. "You're D-one, and you're D-two.
D-One. Construct an electric smithy here and use that to craft one steel axe. Equip the axe you made and chop wood over there. Haul all the wood you harvested on this spot."
He took a breath. Without a single stutter, he continued, "D-Two. Construct a biofuel refinery near this spot. Use that to refine chemfuel using wood, and fill all these launch pads half-full. If all launch pods are at half-full capacity, stop refining chemfuel and haul every steel chunks available near that smelter."
He took another breath, "D-One. After D-Two stopped refining chemfuel, stop chopping trees. Use that smelter to smelt every steel chunks. Now go."
James watched the two start on their task. They went to gather steel and components and hauled it all near the wood generator and batteries. He wanted the ship's reactor to be the power source, but he didn't want to risk a meltdown considering all the damage done.
He has a lot going on in his head.
Power generation and storage. Walls and static defenses. Just anything relating to a well functioning base. A temporary one, because he can't simply stay for so long in someone's territory without expecting some… inconveniences.
While he understands their concerns, those knights have been getting on his nerves. Especially those masked weirdos behind those bushes who thinks they're invisible under his thermal vision capability. He can see in the dark in virtue of his Archotech eye just fine too, so really, he didn't need to set up lamps around, but the light source is just a deterrence for anyone curious to get close. As intended, it's working well.
Maybe he should set up a wall for privacy to ease his mind even for a bit, but for now, getting these transport pods fueled up and ready should be a priority. If worse comes to worse, those mountains near the vast lake should be a great place to retreat.
It's also why he's also in a hurry in deconstructing and salvaging whatever he could with the earthbound spacecraft as fast as possible... which might take maybe a handful of days considering the size of it all.
Well. A few days shouldn't be too eventful. Hopefully.
His thoughts are muddled and it's getting hard to think more... and there's so much to think about. He can't help but deeply yawn inside his helmet. There's a lot of work to be done, and although his cybernetics wouldn't be so feeble to be strained from hours of labor in comparison to their natural counterparts, his brain needed rest.
Thankfully, he brought drugs.
"Where did I put my wake-ups again…"
He eyed the piles of crates, the things his colony provided for his survival. Really, there's a lot of things and not just the essential ones, but things that the colony wouldn't mind losing in a crash except him.
He picked up the grinder, it's circular saw rated for metal spun and shrieked, and looked for which section of the ship he should start ripping apart.
With no choice but to deconstruct and salvage everything, he eyed the craft with deep sorrow. He already missed home... and it was such a hard, bitter pill to swallow that he may never return. Then again, when you're in the stars, you're expected to never return home in the first place.
He sighed deeply. At this point, he's only keeping himself occupied with labor as a way to cope with homesickness - and being self aware of that, it was an anxious prospect that his psych may deteriorate into madness one day.
Oh well.
Time to work.
End
Siiiigh. It's been like two weeks since I last updated huh? It's not a great thing being stressed about life yet still have the face to procrastinate. I wonder what's wrong with me.
Not sure if this is shameless or not... buuuuut if ya'll don't mind I'ma just leave this here.
ko-fi hattycat
(I want to send a link but FF won't let me)
If ya'll wanna support this fic and me as a writer, buy me a coffee. I ain't got nothing in return, but I'll give you my most heartful thanks and appreciation ;). I'm from a poor country, and trust me when I say I can find myself two decent meals with a dollar. Not a fulfilling one, but it would get me through the day. I've thought sometimes being a dedicated writer and live off of p a treon, but for now, let dreams be dreams.
With that done, if you want to know where the droids are from, it's from Android mod. Not the one from the android tiers. Never played that mod before actually. There has been other robot races that I've played before, and Android has been my favorite pick.
Now. Will androids appear here?
... maybe... who knows.
