Colphne

A traumatized doll you hualed out of a junkyard in the yellow zone. Mildly based on GFL 2's Colphne.

Colphine's leaned against a trash heap as she checked the remaining magazines in her tactical belt. She took deep breaths to cool down her processing core before shutting off the human mimicry and emotion modules to save power. [Warning: Core Power: 5%] Her doll core flashes the low power warning, but it was not the time, she was being hunted by a small group of opportunistic doll-nappers who chased her into this junkyard maze deep into the unpurified yellow zone. The gunfire and yelling echoed in the alien radiation infested junkyard as she kept tabs on them by intercepting their communicators. _Those sons of a bitches won't let up. The sound is going to start attracting them. I need to hide!_ Colphine ran between mountains of scrap before hiding in a small tunnel made of metallic scrap. The signs of the previous inhabitant were still there as mutated and crystalized human corpses. Her olfactory sensor was long turned off so she couldn't smell the scent of decay in the small pocket of death she found herself in. Suddenly, over the doll-napper's radios, she heard the bone chilling roar before hearing the panicked chatter and assault rifle fire. "Fuck! It's a bear type!! Open fire and run!" Colphine didn't have the luxury of imagining the heavily mutated and crystalized bear might be doing to the deserving dollnappers as her core initiated the emergency hibernation sequence against her will. [Warning: Core Power is under 3% Initiating Hibernation sequence] _No, no, no! I can't! Not here! D-Director..._ Colphine desperately fought against her own protocols, but it was futile, as she feels herself power down as she held her imprinted pistol in her hand and the world turned black. ... [Cable detected: initiating charging sequence. Core power: 1%. Neural Cloud: Offline...] ... [Core Power: 5% Unauthorized Diagnostics Suite Detected Onboard Electronic Warfare Systems: Offline. Diagnostic Data Request: Granted Hardware Data Request: Granted] ... [Core Power is at 100% Doll Frame Integrity: 100% Neural Cloud online... Neural Cloud Integrity: 100% Initiating boot up sequence...] Colphine's doll core activated and she quickly opened her eyes to observe her surroundings. The room was not spotlessly clean like the doll repair bays in the military, nor was it a dark, damp, dingy horrorscape that was a wasteland doll scraping operation. Involuntarily shuddering at the memory burned into her neural cloud, she quickly checked on her frame to see if there were any parts missing before sighing in relief. She was fully intact, yes, but all of her equipment including her gun was missing, and the only thing she had on was a gown reminiscent of the medical gowns that humans wore. That was short lived, as Colphine sensed someone approaching the door so she feigned being deactivated as the figure entered the room. She observed them putting on a vintage 2020 mixtape into a speaker and hummed into a tune as they began to work. She waited for the right time to mount a surprise attack and flipped the tables on this mysterious human. After some agonizing minutes of judging the figure's music tastes, she heard them place a coffee mug down before approaching her doll frame and sprung into action. She took the initiative and grabbed their shirt to pull them off balance to gain the upperhand. "Who are you and what did you do to me?" Colphine's optical sensors and processing core worked overtime to observe the human in front of her for any sign of deception.