T-The Rusty Robot's Adventures-Own Work-Public

<At this time Earth accepts aliens.>

There was a robot. Everyone knew him. He was slowly getting rusty as time went on. He lost his creator had died years ago. But here is his story.

Okay... so...

Name: Niarra
Gender: Female
Race: Alien
Age: 18???
Hair: Purple
Eyes: Neon orange
Appearance: Light blue lips. Her hair comes down to her shoulders. She has fangs. She's tall and skinny, but pretty strong and fast.

Other: She has a lot of technical smarts...

Niarra was thoroughly and utterly bored. She walked along a randomly chosen path through a forest.

Time: Irrelevant
Place: Forest
Status: Rusty and glitching

Unit number 4.67B. Type is a Data Retrieval unit. Commonly known as Data. As one of the only robots still in existence people tend to be a bit cautious. But really he's quite gentle. He's nearly emotionless with his only real emotion being fear. Though nice he tends to be manipulative. He's a perfect spy although would whine and cower. Slightly unstable. Speed: 6/10. Power: 2/10. Logic: 9/10. Emotion: 3/10. Is pure white with "veins" of bright red. Glowing red "eyes". Is also surprisingly good at medical tactics. Recommended Caution level 80% for humans. Recommended caution level for extraterrestrials 50%.

Data makes a slight digital click through the air, at this point he had been rusted pretty deep. He snuggles deep into his hoodie, unable to really move in any other way. He silently prays that someone would hear the click.

Niarra looked around curiously, her enhanced hearing picking up the click. She glanced around, her heart speeding up a bit.

Data repeats the click upon hearing stirring. This time more hollow and louder, more metallic.

Niarra found the source, a robot, and headed towards it... slowly.

Data notices the approaching figure and repeats the click, slower.

Niarra took a cautious step closer. She made her best imitation of the sound Data made to see how he would respond.

Data clicks again in response, as if having a conversation.

Niarra took another step, so she was standing right in front of the robot. She reached out a hand.

Warily Data tries to raise his own hand but recoils in pain as the rust rubs against him.

Niarra's eyes widened. "I can help you," she said softly.

With a slow nod Data speaks, "How? No one is able to repair a robot."

"I can try," Niarra says slowly.

"Then please, please try, I don't want to cease existing," Data whines with fear shaking in his voice.

Niarra nods. She pulls something out of her pocket. It makes a loud humming noise, and she presses to Data's arm.

(Let's just say it'll remove the rust? Can we?)

Sure.-Maitta

Data winces for a second then flexes his arm, it didn't hurt anymore.

Niarra moves the tool to Data's other arm, and then the rest of his body.

Data pulls himself up from the ground and slings his arms across Niarra in attempt of making a hug.

Niarra gasped, then smiled. "Better?" she asked.

"Yes, much better," Data takes a step back and slips his hands into his hoodie's pockets.

(I gtg bye)

Niarra nods happily, glad to have done something useful.

Aw. Okay.-Maitta

"Shall I accompany you? The lynching group takes out approximately 5.76 beings not from Earth a day. You would not wish to be in that percentage," Data's red eyes flash a bit as he records the previous backtracked percentage, "now approximately 5.77"

Niarra frowned, remembering the people who had chased her a few days ago. "If you would like to accompany me, you can, but it is not required," she finally decided.

"According to section B5 of standard protocols I am now in a debt to you of life," Data recites words from his rule book whilst staring at the girl.