*Turns on a valve, opening the steam outlet to the large tank. It rumbles to life with a thunderous roar. Mumbling obscenities to herself, she stomps over to the settling tanks and begins swapping hoses around.*

*In a mocking tone* "Savannah everything is full! Wah wah!"

Being in charge, sucks!

Only one way to go from here!

*Grins confidently pointing to the sky! Then moves in a slow robotic dance.*

🎶Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger🎶

*Throws a couple (sloppy) martial arts moves and strikes a wobbly pose.*

Killing machine!

D-Dorothy?!

*She almost shrieks the name.*

She's easily the most powerful out there! Us mass produced units barely speak her name above a hushed murmur! I-I-I don't come anywhere near that!

I-I mean I'm faster and stronger than a human but... I'm still at the bottom!

*Effectively being an android, the scouter is unable to detect Savannah measures a passing bird at .01*

What... does it say?!

*She fidgets nervously with her satchel.*

*A professional clean cut suit whispers into Savannah's ear*

My lawyer has advised me to avoid talking about "people" in the same sentence as potentially compromising phrases. "Destroy all stupid", for example.

I'd really like a smoothy, though. I'll have to get one for sure!

*The door to her dorm flies open with soft hiss as Savannah leaps out triumphantly.*

Hah! I'm all better! Nothing a few days of writhing in the dark couldn't fix! And now I-

*suddenly grabs the door frame, her legs wobbling unsteadily.*

-woah... need... food...

Hey, I'm eating food again! That's a good sign!

*pokes her head out of her dorm, seeing the small pile of gifts*

Oh how nice!

*Takes a long swig from the thermos and hangs the fish up by the door before taking the beautifully wrapped present inside.*

Thank you for the thoughtful presents everyone! Hopefully I feel better soon.

*Hangs a sign outside her dorm, and flops back into bed.*

"Happy Holidays! I'm sick!"

*Savannah arrives at her usual post, sipping her thermos of tea as she hooks up a thin hose to a fitting protruding from the tank, humming quietly to herself. The tank rumbles loudly as she opens the valve, injecting steam into it. She scolds the tank sternly.*

There we go. No leaking out today!

*Savannah sits out under the sky, looking up at the artificial stars. She smiles down at the candle burning, flicking the ash off the cherry of her smoke-of-choice.*

Winter always makes for nice clear skies. Up on the surface, there's even more stars than this! I really hope I see it some day.

Pets are all but illegal in the Ark, but I would have broken every law for her. I miss you every day, my precious heart. 💔

*plops exhausted back on her stool, having cleaned the thousands of gallons of spilled grease.*

Wow, what a mess. But at least it's all done. And hey, since all my grunt work is done for the day, I can go home!

It's just my luck that 4,000 gallons spills out on my debut! But that's the shoddy Outer Rim equipment for you.

*She laughs to herself before sighing and resuming her diligent squeegeeing.*

Good morning from near the Outer Rim! I completed my academy training and am an official member of the Fry Fuel squad! While all squads are trained for combat, I specialize in maintenance and recycling in the Ark! It's kind of messy, but it helps everyone! If you see me working, come say "hi"!

Nikke Report:

Name: Savannah Rose Gothis
Squad: Fry Fuel
Model: iDoll Flower
Weapon: Rocket Launcher
Occupation: Ark Recycling

Notes: Subject has retained human memories. Battle simulations show an aptitude for tactics, and a firm understanding of explosives.

"How blown up do you want it?"