Thread: NieR: Automata - Heart beneath the Steel - (StarMech x Kaybee)

Emotions. Reasoning. Free Thought. While all YoRHa models were given these basic parameters of humanity they varied by model and type and as a 2B combat android many of her emotions were less powerfully motivated to avoid potential damage to unit cohesion, even if that made her seem slightly cold and standoffish -more obviously synthetic- to human allies. When 9S had risked himself she'd tried to warn him back, not understanding why he felt this need to try and protect her. She was the combat model, if she was being overwhelmed should he not seek to escape? Her own weapons had done minimal damage to the Goliath and given the lesser power of his systems, it was unlikely that any sort of combined attack would be successful. So rather than retreat, she had hurled herself back at the machine, fighting to save him now she wounded the Goliath, a desperate attack she would not have tried without the risk she'd taken succeeding in scoring a damaging blow against the Biodroid, then a decisive one. He had injured himself for her sake, foolish though his actions might have been, and something in her would not let her simply leave him, something beyond the puerile justifications her logic tried to construct of the importance of information and his role as a scout and dispatcher. He had tried to help her, to save her, and had been hurt for it. It was -in the end- that simple. Unfortunate then that it was also not enough. 2B had expected to die when they tried to detonate their black boxes, and for a while she was forced into a shutdown state as damage to those core systems was sufficient trauma to jump-start her nano-repair units and force her system into a full check to determine the extent of the damage and the remaining levels of functionality. Wakefulness came first with sensory input, touch, no, falling, no, being lifted, shaken, held. Audio came through a moment later -B! 2B!! Diagnostic lists ran across her screen as full boot procedure continued. Damage to communications, loss of primary armament, IFF sensing compromised, a host of minor issues that were quickly being repaired, but only those three major problems. It was a rather short list for such a dramatic event and for a moment she wondered at the capabilities of the nanobots, restoring her to relative functionality so quickly. She didn't need IFF to recognize her mission partner as her eyes snapped open and her hand snapped up, catching his wrist. The shaking had been messing up the boot-calibration of her internal gyroscope and balance systems. 9S... Her voice was slightly scratchy, an electric grating quality to it as the nanobots worked repairs on her voice box. 9S, we're... Alive... She pushed herself to a sitting position, opened her mouth, then closed it again, a handful of emotional subroutines cutting off the imminent reprimand at its source. Foolish maybe, but was that really what mattered? Finally she opened her mouth again. Thank you for your help against the Goliath... Then the more awkward question that followed it. I do not suppose your communications are functional? Stuck out here then, at least until major system restoration could be performed or an investigation was dispatched. 2B slumped back against the ground and then tentatively raised one hand to her visor, pushing the synthetic-laced fabric up to reveal the pale silver of her eyes. Without her IFF and associated programs working it was useless anyways, and for some reason the blue of the sky overhead was oddly calming. No orders, no mission for the moment. She didn't know what to do next, yet the unfettered sight of that nature helped put things in perspective a little. Her eyes flicked over to 9S and she nodded. I'm glad you survived with me... Finding shelter could wait a bit, for now, they had nothing but time...