His blue eyes darken, go dead, his entire system shutting down. Didi grinds her teeth together in frustration as he dies, kicking the metal under her boots as she hisses soft curses to herself.
She should have just left well enough alone. Now see what she's done. But, even as she chastises herself for rushing into activation on a machine that's been in stasis for over fifty years, blue flares in his panels and eyes again and his entire body shudders.
It's an impressive sight, over six and a half feet of plastanium shivering like a wind chime in a strong wind. Didi holds her breath, heart pounding as the gunslinger shifts his feet, head lowering, one hand rising to press to the side of his face plate. Is he human under there still? She knows some of the gunslingers retained their faces, p
