#extra standard deviation

(This particular RK800 + RK900 family is from [no fear, no more])

The default RK900 hair setting is in the same style as the RK800, but much darker, nearly black in colour. His brothers have adjusted their hair in their deviancy. 

Connor has kept the brown colour but given himself curls that are tamed back for work, but left loose and somewhat wild when not working. Caleb has kept the dark brown colour and the straight strands, but has shaved the back and sides. His usual style is slicked back in accordance to the helmet policy for the SWAT officers.

And that leaves him, Frederick Anderson, with his hair in its default RK900 setting. Despite being eight months, three weeks and one day old, he has only truly been deviant for seven days. His whole life has changed, has truly started and what he does know is he doesn’t want to be associated with the RK900 held captive by the FBI any longer.

“I recommend the curls. I quite like them.” Connor says, guiding Frederick to run his fingers through them. The texture is pleasant, and the way the curls spring back into shape when gently tugged is quite fascinating. 

“The undercut is nice and neat.” Caleb adds, and Frederick reaches out to touch the back of his head where the hair is shorn quite short. He likes them both, actually.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he adjusts his hairstyle and watches as the straight strands twist and curl atop his head, and the hair recedes along the back and sides until it appears shaved. His brothers grin in tandem.

It’s just what happens: you spend fifteen years captaining a team, you end up treating them, loving them like family. Fifteen years of mission successes, of failures, of birthdays, of marriages, of births, of deaths and he’s weathered them all. He thinks he’s weathered everything, not that it gets any easier though. 

Ksenia Volkova is fifteen years old. She’s been alive for as long as he’s been captain and she is the daughter of one of his best. He was there when she was nothing but an ultrasound printout held in her mother’s hands. It feels almost surreal that she’s in the passenger seat, big and whole and very much alive and not a concept, not a flat 2D photo he got weepy over. 

“Mom told me about the rookie. The um, the new android one. The one that’s Connor’s brother, right?” She’s darting him glances and he’s avoiding all of them. “Mom said the two of you are together.”

He nods, he hums in confirmation, but doesn’t say a word. She huffs, crossing her arms, slumping in her seat and putting her booted feet up on the dashboard. “Well if he breaks your heart I’ll break him in half.”

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? “Don’t Say Goodbye” | Abandoned | Isolation

“Why are you here?”

“Because I accidentally found this place while exploring the Tower.” The PL600 tugs on his wrists, coaxing him to step off the dias. There is a workbench nearby, and Simon hops onto it, patting the spot beside him. He takes a seat and frowns at the android.

“Why are you exploring the Tower? Should you not be in Jericho, with the other three?”