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When they arrived, everyone with sense went inside after the initial onsloughts. The Stardroids had asserrted the city she lived in as their territory, and made no effort to spread, whuch made any aid from Earth's robotic child superhero... Painfully slow. Mostly, because beating them was incredibly difficult. That, and they had thousands in their city. Those who didn't hide disappeared -- to what, Brit didn't know, but shbe was on a high aopartment balcony, and she didn't see anyone.

Britney Menefer had been injured and knocked out in the initial attacks, waking long after back home, treated, but otherwise alone per usual, leaving her to think on what to do, and listen to neighbors talk. They'd vanished, and now she was sitting on her balcony, holding her guitar with a sigh. There was no work to be had with this -- neither above the table or in the dark underbelly under streetlamps. So, she went through the motions of lighting a cgarette she lacked, before starting to strum on her guitsar, humming silently. At least her music couldn't be taken, or she'd eat faces.

Brit didn't skip a beat when the leader appeared, really. Instead she nodded a hello, continuing before speaking, replying to his order.

"Like you can tell me to stop and have it work." Her tone was GENTLE ribbing, a bemused look on her face as she ended one song, beginning another.

"I'd offer to take a request, but I don't know any space music."

"Oh, I'm we4ll aware you can break my a**." Brit shrugged, strumming a random tune. "But the hiding thing gets old and my son needs a good example set. And besides, I'm dying as it is - now if I couild find my thrice damned smokes I'd be thrilled." She shrugged, fingers running through some notes as she thought, then motioned to him.

"Though if you're that curious aboiut humans, you and your people couild. You know. Stop kidnapping people at random. You know. Making them disappear? Humans don't like not knowing their safe. Neither do a lot of robots." The woman continued to play, however, and gave Sunstar a lopsided smile, motioning out.

"You might be pleasantly surprised when people aren't being utterly idiotic."

And then, not missing a note as she played, shew looked inside thoughtfully. The woman played, yes, several minutes, before calling inside.

"Sol, sweetheart, it's fine if you want to come see."

"You need to explain that sort of thing to people." BNrit reached, flicking his nose before smiling. She didn't miss her son's sounds from day one - but presumed he was a prototype his creator abandoned, someone still... Living. The woman smiled, and shook her head, beaming to Sol with a warm smile, motioning to him softly.

"No, he just wanted to hear me play. You can come out, I won't let him hurt you." Brit soothed her boy gently, looking to Sunstar with the gaze of a proud - and protective mother.

"This is my son, Sol." She crooned proudly. "And my name's Britney. Britney Menefer."

The word that came from her son's mouth made her stop suddenly, blinking and looking to Sol with a soft expression. This was...

His father? Then... Was her baby being taken away?It had only been a few years-- just a small number, but...

His hapiness and well being were so important, and his smile so big that Brit nudged him towards the stardroid gently, smiling.

"Why don't you see if he wants to see your room, sweetheart?" Brit offered quietly. "And your things."

To bond, reconnect... Surely he'd go with his father....

Brit was well used to Sol's imperious behaviour, hugging him tightly to her and kissing the top of her son's head with a smile.

"Well, if your father wants to, and doesn't mind staying in a human apartment." The girl kissed his cheek and smiled, hugging him tightly again.

"My sweet little one. You're such a good boy. But if that happens you need to make up the couch for him."

Turn out her son's actual parent? No -- but let him have the option to decide? Yes, very much. She was a squyish after all.

This... Seemed important to Sol, but he was the Stardroid's son, and it seemed fair.

Plus he was looking at her funny now. Perhaps, answers awaited.

"Why not?" Brit shrugged idly, rifling Sol's hair. "If you don't mind me grabbing a prescription refill and a pack or two of Cigs before? My cigs seem to have vanished and I use 'em to keep calm. Medicine's for the emphysema. Don't breathe great."

Another shrug, and she hugged Sol again, crooning.

Brit obligd happily, picking Sol up to hug him close, and then looked to Sunstar, even cuddling the child to her close.

"Well, in my defense, when I started smoking it's not like I had a reason not to. It was good for..." And she covered Sol's ears, lowering her voice.

"It helped cut the edge working as a lady of the night so I could feed my siblings and get them to school, alright? And since nobody gives a damn about whores as long as they made adulthood happy and healthy my life didn't matter."

Brit looked down guiltily, and kissed the top of Sol's head softly, offering the boy some much given love and affection before looking Sunstar in the eyes.

"My parents died. I was all they had and damn if my baby siblings were being treated badly for us being poor, alright? I've done things I don't want to tell Sol about until he's older, but just know none of it is great and I'm lucky I only need emphyzema medication. A cig or two isn't a crime with that in mind is it?"