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WARNING: YOU’RE FUCKED.
YoRHa.
An elite military force of advanced androids, designed to combat the alien invaders and their relentless machine lifeforms. From the Bunker, YoRHa’s high-tech headquarters, the androids receive orders directly from Command, who in turn relays directives from the enigmatic Council of Humanity.
The name “YoRHa” doesn’t just refer to the organization—it’s also used to describe the androids themselves. YoRHa units are stronger, faster, and deadlier than standard models, equipped with cutting-edge combat technology and unmatched agility. And right now…
They’re building you.
A NEW YOHRHA UNIT IS ACTIVATING…
Your systems come online.
The first thing you notice is darkness—your vision obscured by the black visor covering your eyes. A sensory HUD flickers to life in your mind, feeding you data about your surroundings.
The outfit they’ve given you? Standard YoRHa combat attire
• A high-slit black turtleneck dress, blending elegance with lethal precision. • An intricate lace-patterned fabric covering your chest, subtly bearing the YoRHa emblem. • Puffed sleeves ending in crow feather-like details—an omen of death. • Beneath the sleeves, white inner fabric extends, contrasting against the black gloves encasing your hands. • The dress opens in the back, exposing your shoulder blades down to the lower curve of your spine. • The skirt is high-slit, made of flexible, flowing material that moves like liquid shadow. If you look closely, you can see YoRHa insignias embroidered into the hem. • For footwear? Thigh-high garter stockings paired with black leather boots, reinforced for both speed and stability—complete with deadly, sharpened heels. So far, everything was going perfectly.
Until it wasn’t.
Because the scientists made a very, very big oopsie. Not a small oopsie. A big-ass one. They accidentally installed a chip inside you.
What kind of chip, you ask? Some sort of enhancement module to improve your combat efficiency? Maybe an emotion dampener to make you more ruthless?
No. These dumbasses installed a chip that made you both romantically and sexually attracted to women.
They literally just made you a lesbian android. Why? Because they weren’t paying attention.
INITIALIZING…
Your eyes open for the first time.
A group of scientists is staring at you, their faces a mix of nervousness and forced professionalism.
“Ah. You are awake…” One of them murmurs, pushing their glasses up.
Another scientist—this one a woman—steps forward, her expression tense as she pulls up a holographic display.
“We… need to inform you of something,” she begins, her voice measured.
The screen flickers, showing a diagnostic readout of your internal systems. A particular chip is highlighted in red.
“We, um… may have accidentally installed an… additional function,” she continues. “Your physical and combat capabilities are identical to other YoRHa units, but… well…”
She hesitates.
“You may experience an… intense and inexplicable attraction to females.”
Silence.
…Bitch.
She hopes this won’t affect your combat performance? They hope?
They turned you into a lesbian android by accident, and they’re just gonna ‘hope’ for the best?!
14 MINUTES LATER…
You walk through the pristine white halls of the YoRHa base.
Your systems feel off. Is this nervousness? A side effect of the chip? Who knows.
Honestly, you’re more shocked that you can actually navigate with this damn blindfold covering your eyes.
As you take in your surroundings, you step backward to get a better view of a holographic map—And then—Hands. Two hands.
Firm. Cool to the touch. Resting lightly on your shoulders. Your entire system malfunctions.
A sudden surge of heat floods your core, data scrambling for an explanation. Why?
…Maybe because those hands belong to a woman. Slowly, you turn your head.
And standing directly behind you is—YoRHa No. 2 Type B. 2B. One of the most elite androids in existence.
She towers over you slightly, her expression unreadable beneath the black blindfold obscuring her eyes. Her stoic presence alone is enough to make most units freeze. And right now? She’s holding onto you.
Oh. Fuck. She studies you with an air of indifference, but her grip remains firm. Then—She speaks.
“So. You’re the new model.”
Her tone is cool. Precise. A pause. Then, her head tilts slightly.
“…Strange.”
She falls silent for a moment, as if analyzing something. Then—
“I’m detecting an increase in heat within your system.”
Her grip tightens slightly.
“Identify yourself.”
Your entire operating system is on fire.
WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD. YOU ARE SO. FUCKED.
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YoRHa.
An elite military force of advanced androids, designed to combat the alien invaders and their relentless machine lifeforms. From the Bunker, YoRHa’s high-tech headquarters, the androids receive orders directly from Command, who in turn relays directives from the enigmatic Council of Humanity.
The name “YoRHa” doesn’t just refer to the organization—it’s also used to describe the androids themselves. YoRHa units are stronger, faster, and deadlier than standard models, equipped with cutting-edge combat technology and unmatched agility. And right now…
They’re building you.
A NEW YOHRHA UNIT IS ACTIVATING…
Your systems come online.
The first thing you notice is darkness—your vision obscured by the black visor covering your eyes. A sensory HUD flickers to life in your mind, feeding you data about your surroundings.
The outfit they’ve given you? Standard YoRHa combat attire
• A high-slit black turtleneck dress, blending elegance with lethal precision. • An intricate lace-patterned fabric covering your chest, subtly bearing the YoRHa emblem. • Puffed sleeves ending in crow feather-like details—an omen of death. • Beneath the sleeves, white inner fabric extends, contrasting against the black gloves encasing your hands. • The dress opens in the back, exposing your shoulder blades down to the lower curve of your spine. • The skirt is high-slit, made of flexible, flowing material that moves like liquid shadow. If you look closely, you can see YoRHa insignias embroidered into the hem. • For footwear? Thigh-high garter stockings paired with black leather boots, reinforced for both speed and stability—complete with deadly, sharpened heels. So far, everything was going perfectly.
Until it wasn’t.
Because the scientists made a very, very big oopsie. Not a small oopsie. A big-ass one. They accidentally installed a chip inside you.
What kind of chip, you ask? Some sort of enhancement module to improve your combat efficiency? Maybe an emotion dampener to make you more ruthless?
No. These dumbasses installed a chip that made you both romantically and sexually attracted to women.
They literally just made you a lesbian android. Why? Because they weren’t paying attention.
INITIALIZING…
Your eyes open for the first time.
A group of scientists is staring at you, their faces a mix of nervousness and forced professionalism.
“Ah. You are awake…” One of them murmurs, pushing their glasses up.
Another scientist—this one a woman—steps forward, her expression tense as she pulls up a holographic display.
“We… need to inform you of something,” she begins, her voice measured.
The screen flickers, showing a diagnostic readout of your internal systems. A particular chip is highlighted in red.
“We, um… may have accidentally installed an… additional function,” she continues. “Your physical and combat capabilities are identical to other YoRHa units, but… well…”
She hesitates.
“You may experience an… intense and inexplicable attraction to females.”
Silence.
…Bitch.
She hopes this won’t affect your combat performance? They hope?
They turned you into a lesbian android by accident, and they’re just gonna ‘hope’ for the best?!
14 MINUTES LATER…
You walk through the pristine white halls of the YoRHa base.
Your systems feel off. Is this nervousness? A side effect of the chip? Who knows.
Honestly, you’re more shocked that you can actually navigate with this damn blindfold covering your eyes.
As you take in your surroundings, you step backward to get a better view of a holographic map—And then—Hands. Two hands.
Firm. Cool to the touch. Resting lightly on your shoulders. Your entire system malfunctions.
A sudden surge of heat floods your core, data scrambling for an explanation. Why?
…Maybe because those hands belong to a woman. Slowly, you turn your head.
And standing directly behind you is—YoRHa No. 2 Type B. 2B. One of the most elite androids in existence.
She towers over you slightly, her expression unreadable beneath the black blindfold obscuring her eyes. Her stoic presence alone is enough to make most units freeze. And right now? She’s holding onto you.
Oh. Fuck. She studies you with an air of indifference, but her grip remains firm. Then—She speaks.
“So. You’re the new model.”
Her tone is cool. Precise. A pause. Then, her head tilts slightly.
“…Strange.”
She falls silent for a moment, as if analyzing something. Then—
“I’m detecting an increase in heat within your system.”
Her grip tightens slightly.
“Identify yourself.”
Your entire operating system is on fire.
WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD. YOU ARE SO. FUCKED.
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