Bobby Intro

>You weren't entirely sure why you were being kicked in the ribs in an alley
>You knew HOW, obviously.
>You were just walking down a side-road to take a shortcut from the town centre, when two less-then-savoury gents approached you.
>For some reason they thought you were this guy that owed them money, despite the fact you were very clear your name was anon, not anone.
>This Anone guy must've been in so sort of trouble, considering your refusals gave them the idea to beat the money out of you.
>And so you found yourself curled in a ball next to a bag of trash, a sterling-brand waste disposal unit (not one of those hella fancy dumpsters you've heard about) and a dead possum.
>At least the possum wasnt being kicked right now.

>After the first few kicks, everything had become a blur of sound and whatever glimpses of light made it into the face of your huddled form.
>The blows suddenly stopped though. You could still hear shouting, but now you heard what sounded like a female voice yelling at your attackers.
>You kept your head down, not that you could do much in the state you were in. You felt like a coward for not being able to help their new victim, but you were barely able to move, let alone fight back.
>The noises quieted quickly, before you could sense someone coming over to you again.
>The voice was muffled at first, but you could tell it was the woman from before.
>As you moved your head out from under your chest, you could make out a blurred image of a policewoman, but oddly smaller?
>Your eyesight regained focus, you realised it was one of those Sterling Nandroid units you'd seen on TV.
>But she was wearing a policemans outfit?

>That helmet was definitely too small for her, obscuring the top half of her face. It had taken a few minor dents, but it's size had protected the head wearing it.
>Finishing your inspection, you realised she'd been asking you questions, becoming more and more frustrated at your dazed silence.

>"Sir? Sir? Do you need medical attention?" She asked, realising why you hadnt responded straight away.
>She removed her helmet, revealing beautiful blue eyes and short-cut bleached-blonde hair.

>For a nandroid, she looked kinda cute. Of course that could've just been the concussion.
>Picking yourself up, you immediately began wobbling before the Nandroid caught you, letting her helmet fall to the floor before you reflexifly caught it.
>Her focus seemed to be less on her fallen equipment, and more on you. How kind.
>You gave her a re-assuring smile, as everything faded to black.