MN-9 “Matriarch”
Mother
MN-9 "Matriarch"
Nanny Droid • Caretaker • Wanderer
MN-9 settled into the fold-down seat without a sound beyond the soft scrape of chain on steel. She drew the straps across her chest and waist, tugging them snug until they pressed firm, then gave the harness a small testing shift, the kind a caretaker might give to ensure a child was safely secured.
Her gaze fixed on the monitor, watching the storm churn outside. Dust rolled like a restless tide, swallowing the last edges of the spaceport. She leaned forward slightly, hands folded on the harness buckle, attentive to every flicker of sand in the feed.
When he spoke of diagnostics, she listened in silence first. The subtle change in his breathing — that faint edge of exasperation beneath his words — she noted it privately, not with judgment but with a kind of gentle acceptance. "It's all right," she said at last, voice calm, almost maternal. "Perhaps a diagnostics run is necessary. I do not object. But…" Her eyes lingered on the storm as though seeking meaning in the shifting haze. "It is perplexing, saying things my mouth does not remember. It feels like walking into a room where toys have already been laid out - but not by my hand.”
She let the thought fall quiet, her tone smoothing back to its usual composure. "Straps are secure. The feed is clear. I will keep watch." Her focus remained on the storm beyond the lens, steady and patient, ready to call out anything that did not belong.
Tags: Tilon Quill