POV: These three (full prompt in comments)

Prompt: You're hanging out (somewhere, you choose), sorta chilling, when you see these three. Chelsea (top) is guiding a sobbing Emily (middle), who's carrying the limp form of Z (bottom), his visor plastered with an error warning and flashing the AbsoluteSolver symbol. Chelsea runs up to you, a worried tone lacing her voice as she asks frantically for your help. What do you do?

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"Of course! What's the problem?"

This is a Murder Drones RP, set after the finale. Please use Drone OCs. You can't kill them. Emily is Z's girlfriend, but I suppose you could romance Chelsea if you want. No ERP, joke RP, joke OCs, invading other threads, annoyance, petulance, etc.

POSTSCRIPT: The Picrew I used ti make these guys was updated. I fixed Z's design. Here's the updated version.

[CVPA Operative Files. Name: Reddit Cam. Goes by Gas Mask Man. Months since lost in Copper-9: 6.]

*I stand up, ready to act.*

What's the situation?

*Chelsea frantically explained. Here's the abridged version: Z had passed out due to a file corruption caused by blunt force trauma. Now, the Solver was trying to repair his systems, but was only damaging him more.*

Chelsea: "Please, help him!"

*Emily continued to sob whilst holding Z.*

Alright, I'm gonna need something to access the files with, a laptop, handheld device, anything.

*Chelsea scrambled to grab a computer from her bag and handed it to him.*

*I take the computer and I plug the USB into the Disassembly Drone, I then begin typing.*

My best guess is it has to do with the AbsoluteSolver, it's lately been going fully haywire, the best course of action is to set it's program from true to false. It does cause a system restart, but nothing gets reset. Just a word of advice: Keep out from combat.

Chelsea: "Might be a problem... Z tends to go to bat for us a lot."

Don't worry, without this program active, it shouldn't control what your friend, Z does.

Chelsea: "No, not the Solver. He just... goes."

Well, just as a safety precaution, I'll still disable it, then I'll get into the hostile lines of code, and I'll see what I can do. Chances are that the AbsoluteSolver is the reason behind the aggression since when Disassembly Drones arrived. Shouldn't be too long.

(dont have an OC picture yet but just imagine a male drone with an eyepatch in a cowboy outfit with a smith and Wessen 500) hope: "well howdy. can i help?"

Eng. "Macintosh": "...Let me see."

(I don't have a picture, but Macintosh wears a white and blue labcoat with a similar pattern to the Mac, and has a Macintosh II for a head.)

(where picrew for dis-)
dragnoc (ik they're not a drone, but this is the closest i got, so bear with me here): ..*he looks surprised, staring at the drone with the absolute solver mark on its visor*

*Chelsea stared.*

Chelsea: "Well you gonna help or not?!"

Can I get picrew link?

[Uhh here's a bit of info about my drone rq

Name: Serial Designation B
Species: Drone
He's really shy and doesn't talk much, but he's super kind.]

*B looks up at her, a little confused. He then puts down his book and raises his eyebrow.*

*Chelsea looked expectantly.*

Chelsea: "Well?! Don't just stand there!"

*He nods and then runs over to Emily and Z.*

*Emily, still a sobbing mess, looked at him in slight fear. Chelsea calmed her down, and passed Z to him.*

(she's a psychopath lmao-)
Echo: Erm... I don't think I'm the right person to ask help from. *she says calmly*

I do need capital. And votes. Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A nation of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! Where every man is free to think -- to act -- for himself! F**k all these limp-dick lawyers and chicken-shit bureaucrats. F**k this 24/7 Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. F**k "American pride". F**k the media! F**k all of it! America is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. WIpe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new America will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they will make America GREAT AGAIN!
You still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected... so I can end war as a business! In my new America, people will die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for oil! Not for what they're told is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!

J. Anderson Davis: hello you guys..

(Drone?)

(Sorry, it's just this is a Murder Drones RP and I wanna keep continuity straight)

Anyway, here's the link to another RP: imgflip.com/i/93quin