#ramattra

-rams just listed as aroace but to be more specific he is asexual and demiromantic

-zera was pre crisis, i see her doing some kind of manual labor/bodyguard jobs (similarly to B.O.B.)

-lanet was made during the crisis, i just think her design is closer the looks of omnics made by anubis than those made by humans

- ages are when they met/formed null sector (everyone other than ram is pure hc)

“This isn’t… Eloise’s house, right?”

You chuckled, “Sorry to disappoint.”

Ramattra rumbled as he threw open the door, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

You held your tongue - best not to tease him when he was already in a sour mood.

You left the car and made for the front door, Ramattra reluctantly following from a distance. He kept his head down and his hands in his coat pockets.

“Eloise,” you shouted as you knocked on the door. “It’s me!”

A crash was heard from inside, a curse following it. Ramattra huffed as the two of you waited, a set of footsteps thumping toward the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a rugged, disheveled woman.

“Long time no see, huh?” She reached out to you, pulling you inside with a tight hug.

You had forgotten just how strong her Australian accent was. Very bogan.

“It’s so nice to see you!” You laughed as she ruffled up your hair.

“Look at ya,” she pulled you away from her hug and held you by the shoulders. “Got a boyfriend or girlfriend yet?”

“No,” you chuckled awkwardly. “Not really interested in that stuff right now…”

Eloise turned to face Ramattra, who stood firmly on the porch.

“This your omnic friend?”

“Yes, this is Ra-“ you stopped yourself. “Uhh…”

“Ral…” Ramattra finished for you.

Eloise stared at Ramattra, taking in all of the details of his unique build. She wasn’t stupid, you knew that - she was smarter than her looks and accent gave her credit for.

She shrugged, planting her calloused hand on Ramattra’s back as she pulled him inside.

“Eb!” Eloise shouted into the house as she shut the door. Silence followed, and she shouted louder, “Eb!”

“What?” another voice shouted back from somewhere inside.

“We got visitors! Boil the kettle!”

“Huh?”

“Boil the-“ Eloise lowered her voice, “For crying out loud…”

Eloise motioned for you and Ramattra to follow, and after the two of you traded glances, you did.

Eloise led the two of you into a small little kitchen, where she pulled out a pair of wooden chairs for you. You sat down, but Ramattra declined the offer.

“I would rather get this done as soon as possible.” He said. You furrowed your brows at him.

“Ral!” You almost caught yourself slipping to say his real name.

“Nah, that’s totally fair mate,” Eloise threw her tattooed arm around Ramattra’s shoulders. “Eb, ‘member those blokes I told you about? This is their kid.”

The unfamiliar woman in the kitchen looked over at you, trading a soft smile as she waved.

“Kid, this is my wife, Ebony.”

“Hi!” You greeted.

Ebony gently placed a mug before you, filled with tea that was still steeping. As she pulled her hand away, you couldn’t help but notice that she had a metallic prosthetic arm. It wasn’t high end, but rather seemed to be made from several different parts of scrapped machines. It rattled and hissed as she manoeuvred it, and despite its look, it moved almost as naturally as an organic hand.

“You two have a chat while I go fix up your friend here.” Eloise squeezed Ramattra’s shoulder in an attempt of friendliness. Ramattra looked you straight in the eyes before being walked away.

You looked at Ebony, who sat before you as she mixed milk into her tea. She glanced up at you and smiled again, “Eloise told me a lot about you. Known you since you were a kid, right?”

“Um, yes,” you nodded quickly as you reached for the milk. “How did you meet her?”

“It’s a long story…” Ebony giggled.

“We’ve got the time.” You invited.

Eloise opened up the door leading to her garage, where an old massage table rested in the middle, refurbished into some sort of twisted examination table.

“Sorry, it’s a bit dusty in here…” Eloise turned on a fan, the hum filling the space.

“You’re… qualified, right?” Ramattra stood in place as he observed the room.

“You’ll find no better mechanic in these parts.” Eloise flashed a toothy grin as she patted the table down, ushering Ramattra over.

Ramattra stepped over, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Show me the problem.”

Ramattra huffed as he reluctantly took off his coat, revealing his face in full light. Eloise raised her brows.

“Huh, not every day we get someone like you.” She said with a shrug. “Come on, show me the issue.”

Ramattra sat on the table, brushing his cables over his shoulders. Eloise whistled, “Wow.”

“How reassuring…” Ramattra grunted.

“Gonna need to remove the plates to remove the rush. Then I’ll need to replace the missing chunks.”

“Will that take long?” Ramattra turned slightly.

“A couple hours, but you will need to shut off function to your entire body.”

Ramattra remained silent. Eloise continued, “I know that’s a big ask of you, Ramattra.”

“Hm?” Ramattra whipped around, meeting Eloise’s smug gaze.

“I’m not stupid,” she cackled. “Don’t see a lot of ravages anymore.”

“You’re not… scared?”

“No,” she spat, like it was obvious. “You’re not all you’re cracked up to be, are ya?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He hissed, to which Eloise shushed him.

“Lay down, son. Let me get started.”

Ramattra grumbled as he laid down, placing his head through the massage table hole. He was at least thankful that he didn’t have to lean over the whole time. Eloise pulled up a wheeled stool, leaning over the ravager as she started her work.

“So, how’d ya meet ‘em?” Eloise asked as she began detaching the plates from Ramattra’s neck. Despite his systems being shut off from the head down, he could still feel the distant tugs and grinds. Not painful, but certainly unpleasant.

“I bought a book from them…” Ramattra started. “Then another omnic informed me of an attack against them.”

“So you saved them?” She exclaimed. “Ramattra saving a human… that’s new.”

“I was under the impression that I was saving another omnic,” he corrected. There was a strange pang within those words - would he have really just… ignored it, if he knew? “Anyway… they invited me to live with them… so… here I am.”

“Not where I theorised you’d be,” Eloise laughed. “Thought you’d be plannin’ up something big with Null Sector.”

“I don’t… associate with them anymore…” Ramattra winced. Why was he telling a stranger all of this? But then again, why did he ever tell you in the first place?

“Sounds like something within you has shifted,” Eloise wheeled away on her stool, dipping the plates in some sort of liquid. She began scrubbing with a wire brush, “Got new priorities, huh?”

“I suppose…” Ramattra said, sparing her the ‘it’s complicated’ line. “I suppose I’ve been reflecting on my time with the monastery.”

“Thinkin’ of going back?”

“No,” he hissed. “However… I believe that some of their beliefs are… morally inclined. But their way… it’s fruitless.”

“Well, they’re still alive, so they gotta be doin’ something right.” Eloise’s words struck a chord within Ramattra.

“Some of them.” He growled.

“Listen to me, son.” Eloise’s voice was firm, but not angry - more like a mother’s disciplinary tone. “You might think that they aren’t doing anything for your cause, but they’ve done way more than yours ever did. You set back years of positive omnic influence because of your little cult.”

“That’s not…”

“Mondatta didn’t die for your lot to encourage more hatred upon your own kind.”

“That wasn’t my intention…”

“Violence creates fear, and fear breeds hatred.”

Eloise’s words settled heavily in the air; thick with truth. Ramattra was silent, and while he wanted to snap back, he knew she was right. It was something that Zenyatta had told him many times, but hearing it laced with venom had finally lodged itself into his processor.

After a few long minutes, the silence filled with the clangs of Eloise’s work, Ramattra finally spoke up.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Preservation,” she replied plainly. “I’m not gonna sit back and let an almost extinct model rust away. Even if it’s you.”

“Do you hate me?” Ramattra’s voice fell quiet.

Why would he care?

“Nah,” she chuckled. “If the kid trusts you, I trust you.”

“Why does their opinion affect yours?”

“They’ve had a bad run all their life. Bullied in school, harassed in college… they aren’t very trusting of many people, and their judgement is usually right.”

Ramattra lingered on that thought. Did you actually trust him?

“Though, in sayin’ that… they’ve also been too nice on occasion. But… I guess kindness is running short these days, huh?” She laughed, a hint of irony in her voice.

Ebony reached her prosthetic hand out to you, offering for you to take a better look. You gently held her hand in yours, flexing the metal fingers and watching as the pistons worked.

“Wow, this is incredible…”

“She did a bang up job, didn’t she?” Ebony giggled. “The most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“She made it with just… whatever was around?” You looked up at Ebony, her cheeks painted a soft red.

“Yes… it’s amazing. She really is the best.”

“Jobs done!” Eloise announced at the kitchen doorframe.

“How is he?” You asked, trying to look past her to see Ramattra.

“He’s just running a quick scan on himself, ensuring his body onlines correctly, yada yada.” Eloise planted herself in the chair next to Ebony, planting a kiss on Ebony’s head. She turned to you, “You remember where the garage is? You can go see him.”

“Oh, alright, thank you.” You stood up, bowing your head in thanks before making your way to the garage.

Ramattra laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he ran another unnecessary diagnostic scan. His focus shifted from the lines of code in his HUD to your approaching figure, sitting down on the stool beside him.

“How do you feel?”

“Allow me to finish this scan.” Ramattra replied, slowly sitting up as his scans came back with no anomalies. He rumbled as he raised his hand up to his neck, then rolled his head around. “It feels… better.”

“Can I see?” You looked up at him with curious but somewhat concerned eyes.

“I suppose…” Ramattra turned his back to you, lifting his cables up so you didn’t get to touch them.

“Wow, they're so shiny!” You gasped, gently running a finger between the seams of the two plates.

The contact sent a soft shock through Ramattra’s frame, prompting him to drop his cables over his neck and stand up quickly.

“Right, let’s go.” He picked his coat up from the ground as his vents released a soft hiss.

You sighed as you followed him. Part of you wanted to stay longer to chat with Eloise, but you knew Ramattra wasn’t the sort.

Before you could thank Eloise on Ramattra’s behalf, Ramattra had already stood before her, bowing as he spoke.

“Thank you. I am truly grateful.”

“Anytime, son.” Eloise clicked as she winked. She looked over at you, giving you a wink, too.

You traded her a smile, which quickly diminished as your phone buzzed. A message from Rose.

[Where are you? Are you safe?]

[I’m with an old friend a few towns over, what’s up?]

Rose replied with a single photo. You opened it in full screen - it was your shop. The shop’s windows were broken, and the entrance was wide open, several stray pages leading inside.

Your heart sank, a thick lump in your throat as you stared at the image.

[I’m so sorry.]

You stared through the text from Rose. Your eyes welled up, threatening to burn in their wetness.

“What’s wrong?” Ebony asked, the first to notice your shift. The other two looked over, awaiting your response.

You shakily turned your phone around, revealing the state of your shop. Ebony gasped, Eloise growled, but Ramattra was silent. He stared at the image, his body still and steady. Yet, despite his unshowing nature, there was a shift in his aura. Something dark, but not threatening.