OC Oneshots

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OC: Talia
Species: Dwarf
Universe: ???

Talia pushed her goggles up to her forehead. They left irritated red lines where they had been settled around her eyes, but she grinned as she flipped the switch.

Her creation whirred to life. It was a small, sleek droid, teardrop-shaped and about the size of Talia’s head, plated in pink plastic like some sort of accessory for a Star Wars Barbie. Helicopter blades protruded from its head. A single glowing light was embedded in the front of it.

The helicopter blades turned. The little robot lifted off the ground.

Talia smiled at it. “Hello, DOC.”

Technically, its full name was Detector Operating Cystem (she knew that System was spelled with an S, she just chose to use a C because she wanted to call it Doc). It's primary function was to examine new species and tell Miriam - or whoever else went on the mission - what the creature needed, if it was injured, and anything else that was important to know.

DOC focused its light on Talia. A holographic line ran up her body. “Dwarf,” it said. “Friendly. Injuries detected: small wound from rusty saw. Please disinfect and bandage the wound immediately.”

Talia grinned. As expected, DOC worked perfectly.

“Please disinfect and bandage the wound immediately,” DOC ordered, more insistently.

Talia did so and called, “Solus!”

Instantly, the angel was there. Yes? xe answered. The device on his ear lit up as the words successfully transmitted to the matching one on Talia’s.

She felt a burst of pride - the transmitter was one of her creations as well. It was the reason they could speak with Solus. It was also the reason they could communicate with the beings they found in Falling worlds.

“It's done,” Talia said proudly.

Solus turned their attention to DOC. Talia couldn't see his face - or know if he even had one - due to the thick halo covered in eyes that obscured it, but he moved backwards slightly in surprise as the robot scanned him.

What is this? He demanded.

“Angel,” DOC said. “Neutral. Deceased.”

Talia started to laugh at the offended thoughts racing into her head from Solus.

Why is this object reminding me of my death?

“It's to help you,” Talia said. “With your healing, so you know what to give injured residents.”

How will reminding me of my demise help me?

“No, it tells you what’s wrong with the creatures you’re trying to save,” Talia corrected.

Hm, Solus grumbled. Perhaps it could be useful.

“Ooh! Is it done?” A melodic voice called. Miriam bounded into the room, her wild, dark curls bouncing around her face like some overly clingy, fluffy animal.

“Hey, Beanstalk,” Talia said. “Watch that suit of armor, would you-” she winced as it fell over with a crash.

Miriam flinched. “Sorry,” she mumbled, and set the armor back upright.

"This is why you're not allowed in my workshop," Talia chided.

Miriam pouted. Six hundred years old, and she hadn't learned how to keep her balance.

It is strange, Solus complained, bringing the topic back to DOC. It knows I am deceased.

“It's not that hard to tell,” Miriam laughed.

“Elf,” DOC recited. “Friendly. No abnormalities detected.”

Miriam beamed at DOC. “It’s so cute!”

“Only you would say a little Barbie helicopter ball is cute, Beanstalk,” Talia chuckled. “I still need to make some modifications. I want to give it AI so it can adapt to unpredictable situations.”

Solus’ shoulders slumped. So… we cannot use it yet?

“I thought you hated it,” Talia teased. “Okay. Both of you, get out.”

Miriam took one last look at DOC and left. Solus floated close behind.

Talia shut the door after them.

“Alrighty,” she muttered to DOC. “Let’s give you a brain, shall we?”