["My name is 9S, ma'am." He gave a salute. Standard YoRHa proceedings. 2B's mouth formed a thin line. Perhaps she was disgruntled? "Nice to meet you." "No, the pleasure's all mine, ma'am! I've heard many stories about you!" "Actually, he searched through the database for information pertaining to your character." "Aw, pod!" True to his identification, 9S was very nosy. It was kind of annoying, yet held a kind of charm. "Anyways, we're to be deployed right away, ma'am." "Don't call me ma'am." "A-Ah...I'll try not to in the future…" Subservient to boot. 9S was like one of those dogs. 2B couldn't remember the last time she saw one of them. Perhaps in one of those visual recordings that she watched? "-bes...Tubes!" She winced. Her mind had wandered off, and when she snapped back to, he was apparently trying to grab her attention. Awkward silence ensued. "...Too casual? It was too casual, wasn't it...I'm sorry! Really sorry! I just...You know...Thought…" With a flourish of her skirt, 2B made a one hundred and eighty degree turn and left. Pod 153 exchanged a glance with Pod 042, some telepathic exchange ensuing between the two. "Ouch...Cold shoulder. Looks like I screwed up first impressions…" 9S hung his head, put off by his ineptitude. It didn't last long, for his back straightened and he plastered a glowing smile. "There'll always be more impressions to make, anyways!" "Suggestion, YoRHa unit No. 9 Type S." "...Yeah? What's up?" "Refrain from getting close to YoRHa unit No. 2 Type B. Emotions are prohibited. Not to mention, your operator-" "Yeah, yeah...She'll get mad. But it's okay! I mean...This is my first actual partner I can see in the flesh! I want to...You know...Get to know her a bit. Maybe we have something in common!" 9S giddily jumped up and down at the prospect. "Just you wait!"]
[The Bunker was as quiet as a library. 9S hated it. He couldn't stand silence...It always overwhelmed him. Was there any such thing as a phobia for that? He'd have to look into it later. Suddenly, the face of 21O popped up in the corner of his eye. "YoRHa unit No. 9 Type S, you are to report to the command center." "Got it, got it…" Though he did not enjoy hanging out with the Commander, it certainly beat having nothing to do. Without skipping a beat, he made his way over. The site of operators going at their own devices always unnerved him a little. The monotony of their jobs betrayed them, or so he thought. Their ambitions, their dreams, everything, all wiped away by something as simple as a vocation. But, the job demands it, and so did the war effort. Plus, who was he to pretend he had human ideals? He did not have that privilege. It was simply programmed into him. Behind him, he could hear the sound of high heels tapping on the floor, drawing nearer and nearer. It would only take a small shift of his body and the turn of his head to change his life forever. His black box seemed to stop functioning for a second, and his systems were thrown into a frenzy. Amidst the haywire he detected no abnormalities, but...He could not pinpoint the source of his chaotic emotions. "Greetings." "..." "..." "..." "...Hello?" Ah, yes, where was he? He clamped his jaw when he realized he had been struck dumb by her. "Oh, where are my manners! Hi there! I am YoRHa unit No. 9 Type S." "Ah...Nice to meet you, 9S. I am YoRHa unit No. 2 Type B."]
[The sound of metal piercing circuitry did not drown out the high pitched cry of the robot in its death throes. 2B drew the blade from the dying automaton and gracefully sheathed it. "Job completed." "Nicely done!" Her operator, a bubbly girl, cheerfully praised her. She was always the very happy go lucky of all the operators, not to mention almost a complete polar opposite to 2B in terms of personality. She made no attempts to stop 6O's ramblings, rather tuned her out and began making her way back to the Bunker. It had been days, no months, since her last big assignment. They gave her simple extermination or patrolling jobs at obscure outposts, leaving her with a lot of time to just think. She did not like thinking. It gave her a feeling of anxiety, and restlessness. Not to mention, the more she thought and imagined what would have been or what could have been, she feels herself break a little more. "Emotions are prohibited," she chided herself. "...did I mention you're being assigned a partner? You're actually standing near the rendezvous point!" Had 2B possessed blood, it would have ran cold. She regretted tuning back in, for she knew all too well what was going to happen. And she could never stop herself from falling every time. It was happening again. She had to get away...This time she will break the cycle. She swore to whatever gods there were that today would be the end of her pleasurable misery. "Nice to meet you, ma'am!The sound of a male voice accompanied by footsteps in front of her drew her attention. It appeared there were no such thing as a god.]