There are no mistakes, just happy accidents. It was thanks to Jackass and her happy accident that thrust humanity again onto a world that no longer held them but held them dearly.
STORY IS NOT MINE
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Outside the Overseer's office, androids of both Resistance and YoRHa stood guard either outside in the desert, making sure that not a single machine even came close to the bunker or inside the facility itself and keeping a careful and close watch to the hundred or so humans currently freezing in massive boxes that reminded the YoRHa androids of the terminals they used to fast travel.
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As a Healer model, 12H could easily justify her presence down in the cryostasis chambers. She not only had a extensive database in patching up her fellow androids in the field but she too had a database in dealing with human sickness and injuries. She was essentially a field medic and a capable surgeon all in one. And as such, she was doing her best to monitor the situation of each and every single human being frozen. She did so by making rounds, checking each and every single cryopod and its inhabitants to monitor them.
Absolutely and totally part of her job of course unlike some others.
12H near hissed when she saw one of the Resistance androids lean in a bit too close to the glace of a certain pod. "Hey! What do you think you are doing!" She yelled at him, a grunt android who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as the healer strode up to him, her hands to her hips in disapproval.
"Sorry, I just..." The grunt started to explain.
"You just what? Got curious? You have no training nor do you have any programs that lets you monitor the humans as well as I do. Back to your post!" 12H declared assertively. The grunt android closed his fists, glaring at 12H. Standing to his full height, the grunt towered over the YoRHa android and cast quite a shadow over her but 12H simply glared at him. Not a second later, he gave a dismissive snort as he turned but not before taking his sweet time looking at the cryopods as he left.
12H shook her head, sighing. The nerve of these other androids, coming between her and her duties. She was a healer model. She needed the space to monitor the humans.
Yes.
Only her. And just her.
Turning on her heels, 12H went to another pod and halted before it. Every single pod was numbered and had a small screen displaying important information about the occupant. She leant down slightly as she read the information.
"Pod...162," 12H muttered softly, memorizing every single detail about it. "Sergeant Damian.....Cruz," 12H made sure to note his white skin that looked radiant under the pale glow of light streaming through the pod window. His combed black hair, the strong jaw and scar that seemed to run across his nose to his cheek. She wondered how he got that scar and her mind was near furious that someone would dare hurt a human that way. Gently placing her palm against the glass, she took note of his muscled and toned form like a artist would do-
No. She was a healer. She was simply taking in important medical information to...research and share with her fellow healer models.
12H swallowed that lump in her throat as she realized she was staring a bit too much. Her inner wirings were going haywire. She felt hot despite her being inside the air-cooled interior of the bunker. Her breaths, artificial yes but a perfect mimicry of the human respiratory system was steamy and heavy. She felt synthetic blood rush to her cheeks as she imagined what the rest of Damian's anatomy was like.
