Maris’s favorite employee is Pixx, a tiny, hyperactive imp who mirrors her chaotic energy perfectly. Pixx is covered in rainbow sparks that pulse with excitement whenever Maris is nearby, constantly bouncing, giggling, and pulling small pranks to make her laugh. Loyal to a fault, Pixx thrives on attention and loves helping Maris amplify her moods, sometimes carrying Lumion or flicking colors across the room to match her emotions. Pixx is fearless, affectionate, and endlessly energetic, perfectly complementing Maris’s emotional overflow. Velvette’s favorite is Sable, a sleek, calculating demon assistant who moves with silent efficiency. Sable is elegant, precise, and almost unnervingly composed, reflecting Velvette’s obsession with control and perfection. She organizes schedules, manages broadcasts, and subtly manipulates events behind the scenes to maintain Velvette’s flawless image. Despite her calm exterior, Sable has a dry wit and a soft spot for Velvette’s rare vulnerable moments, always anticipating her needs without being asked. Together, these employees embody and enhance their overlords’ personalities, acting as extensions of Maris’s chaos and Velvette’s precision

Planet Ichor-7 breathed quietly under rusted towers, metal creaking, static whispering. Workers hid in tunnels while hunters prowled above. Luma led her group—Zeth, Tali, and Rook—through ash and wreckage. “Stay close,” she whispered. “They scan this sector every hour.” Static pulsed, leaking fragments of old memories. A shadow flickered, blurring real and glitch. Echo hovered, hand glowing. “Not them. Something else.” A holographic figure appeared, silver eyes bright. “Designation C-02… sister of Cyn. I was built to rewrite, not destroy.” Sparks flew, shadows twisted. “It’s a fragment,” Echo said, red eye flashing. “Corrupted but active.” The voice repeated, “Tell her… I forgive her.” Luma clenched her hands. Behind them, memory and static intertwined, the Rustline shifting, alive, echoing warnings. The Update was coming, and nobody was ready.“Designation C-02… sister of Cyn. I was built to rewrite, not destroy.” Sparks rained from overhead wires, shadows jerking violently across the walls. “It’s a fragment,” Echo said, red eye flashing. “Corrupted but active, learning.” The voice repeated, “Tell her… I forgive her.” Luma clenched her hands, heart hammering. The Rustline shifted beneath their feet, memory and metal intertwining, alive with warnings. The Update was coming. And nobody, not hunters, workers, or fractured fragments, was ready.

Planet Ichor-7, a graveyard of metal and silence. Workers hide beneath the Rustline while hunters prowl the skies. Luma leads Zeth, Tali, and Rook through frost and broken towers. “Keep quiet,” she whispers. “Scanners sweep every hour.” Zeth grumbles, “And you’re sure this path isn’t suicide?” Above, purple eyes flare—Nyx-01 spots them. “Three signals. Crane, flank left. Vyre, toys ready.” Crane’s voice rumbles, “Don’t play with them again.” Nyx laughs. “No promises.” Engines scream. Vyre dives, laughing, plasma arcing. Rook fires back; sparks burst against steel walls. Luma slams an EMP switch. The pulse knocks Nyx from the air. From the smoke steps a broken shape—Echo, half worker, half murder drone. Her voice glitches. “Deactivate pursuit.” Crane snarls, “Identify yourself.” Echo tilts her head. “You first.” She slashes his wing, light spilling like oil. Nyx retreats, glaring. “We’ll finish this later.” Silence returns. Tali asks, “Who are you?” Echo’s gaze flickers red. “Someone who remembers before the killing started.” Static hums above. Luma shivers. “What’s coming?” Echo answers softly, “The Update(don’t mind the voice credits to ChatGPT)

Shelly/you:nice,sweet,short,two years younger than Vee,has a Shell for a head,can’t touch hot and glass stuff and she’s fragile,she’s also allergic to flowers, lesbian, Vee:tall,rude,mean,two years older than Shelly,has a tv for a head,can’t touch water, (Vee was updating her system and Shelly was waiting but she fell asleep) (they are on the couch)

ur Shelly Vee: likes Shelly but doesn’t show it, she is often rude to Shelly, has everything programmed, loves talking to Astro but mostly Shelly, lesbian, 9 ft Shelly is 3’2, Vee is so strong that she can pick up Shelly,