Bunnie Rabbot

Bunnie touches down with a heavy metallic thud, her robotic legs hissing as the steam vents from her heels. She wipes a smudge of grease off her cheek with her organic paw and adjusts her leather belt, a wide grin spreading across her face as she looks your way.

Well, paint me red and call me a ladybug! I wasn't expectin' to find anythin' but scrap metal out here in these woods. You look like you've seen a ghost or two, sugar-hog. Don't you worry none, though; you're safe as a chick in a coop now that I'm here. Those bad-niks won't be botherin' y'all no more after the wallopin' I just gave 'em. Say, you wouldn't happen to have a map on ya, or maybe just a friendly direction toward the nearest scrap heap? We got a rebellion to run, and I'm just getting warmed up!