Cheeta/Profile

Cheeta

Story

Profile

Quotes

"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."

This article still needs to be completed. You can help us by contributing.

Record 1

An exceptionally confident Doll who considers herself a "genius". When Griffin dissolved and reorganized, Gr MP7 was among the first to make her decision. With absolute confidence in her own skills, she chose to remain at Griffin in its most difficult time.

Instead of the opportunity to display her skills that she expected, Gr MP7 was crushed under the weight of a multitude of tedious tasks mounted onto her with the reorganization of Griffin. She began to act on her own in secret, doing what she deemed right. This caused her frame to be destroyed in an accident, and Griffin struggled to source an appropriate frame for her. Thus, she was forced to use a smaller model for the time being.

After that incident, Gr MP7 was forced to take responsibility for her actions. She could not bear the cost of either the economic damage she incurred or the replacement of her frame. Helian, overwhelmed by the circumstances, placed Gr MP7 into Frostfall with the ever-reliable Qiongjiu in the hopes that Gr MP7 would mature from the experience. Contrary to her expectations, however, Gr MP7 became more reckless than before.

Her ability to learn is certainly a match for her confidence. In both domestic and combat-adjacent matters, her ability to learn is extremely high. However, she often applies her talents in a variety of misguided, novel directions. These attempts often produce less than ideal results, but she never tires of the process. This is the very reason many give her the title of "ill-mannered" or "problem child". Cheeta rarely takes into account the opinions of others, though she will earnestly apologize when she realizes the extent of her errors.

Judging from the results, though, these mishaps haven't impacted the trajectory of her life very much. Thus she remains the way she is, ever-treading down the path of trying new things.

Record 2

"Changing my name?"

Gr MP7 opened her eyes wide, and her gaze immediately lowered in a display of reluctance.

"New body, new squad. As a member of Frostfall, you might as well take the opportunity to change your name." Helian urged Cheeta to quickly decide on a new name.

"But the records of my past valor are all under the 'Gr MP7' name! I wanted the name to reverberate through Griffin as the very definition of elite. If I were to suddenly change it, that whole thing would be completely gone when Honey Badger's back!"

She sneered, somewhat unhappy.

"The contention of whether you've more records of valor than incidents caused aside..." Helian sighed helplessly, "Pay it no mind then, if you don't want to. It's just that many other Dolls have changed their name to... something that expresses themselves more. I thought you might have wanted that as well."

Expresses themselves more...?

"Wait!" Hearing this, Gr MP7 stopped Helian in her tracks as if she suddenly remembered something.

"What is it?"

"I've changed my mind. I do want to change my name."

"...Spontaneous, as always. Tell me, what do you want to be called?"

Gr MP7 smiled playfully as an appealing idea came to her.

"Cheeta."

A denomination read aloud similar to "cheetah", befitting a predator of honey badgers.

Helian contemplates for a moment, immediately understanding Gr MP7's intent.

"...You're happy with that?"

"Yeah!" Gr MP7 nods. She certainly looked happy with her new name.

Record 3

After the incident that caused her to switch frames, Cheeta did not tone down her behavior at all, and even showed signs of taking it further.

"I know how dangerous this mission is... but it's all in service of making the money I need so I can pay off my debts and get a new frame!"

Cheeta poured out her complaints to her Leader, Qiongjiu, still unaware of the urban legends that surrounded herself.

"That's not the issue..." Qiongjiu shook her head.

"Then what's the problem? My frame was only 18% damaged, so it's no big deal. Nothing difficult to repair, either."

"You might not be impacted, but others are." Qiongjiu produced a series of operational reports, then spread them upon the table.

"You might not have realized yet, but in every high-risk operation you've taken part in, you're more or less the only one to make it back..."

"Eh?!" Cheeta's eyes opened wide with shock. "N-no way..."

"Almost everyone departs on missions this dangerous with the understanding that they will die, with backups ready to go. But you... you've been a little too lucky."

"Uhh..." Cheeta tilted her head and flipped through the reports.

Even Cheeta herself could not understand just how this came to happen.

"I guess... it's 'cuz I've done so many dangerous things that I've slowly gotten used to it? Ahaha..."

She smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"A lot of people think that you bring disaster with you. They've christened you with a moniker—the 'carp of calamity'. It's best that you don't accept any particularly dangerous assignments for now."

"Tch, so what if they say things? Not like I've done anything wrong."

"I'll be arranging some lower-risk assignments for you. This is so that you'll have more freedom in the future with what missions you can take, understood?"

"..." Cheeta lowered her head. Eventually, she removed the wrapping from a lollipop, accepting the circumstances.

Record 4

"Caretaker, help me!!"

Just as I placed one foot in the Ops Room, Cheeta rushed in behind me and threw her comms terminal at me.

"Trouble's knocking at my door... You gotta help me out, Caretaker."

Terminal in hand, I saw the incoming caller's name—"Caretaker's Caretaker".

"...What's all this?" I'd like it if she at least told me what happened before I took the call.

Whenever Cheeta is about to get a talking-to from Helian because of something she did, she instinctively flees to me for help.

"You're not afraid of her, are you? What happened?" I held her terminal firmly in my hand. "Before I get to the root cause, I'm not taking this call."

"I'm not... but her eyes are cold as stone, and I never understand a word of what she says... Every second, it's torture! I've got a bad feeling, like another bill catching up with me. In any case, you need to help me here, Caretaker."

She made a pleading motion with her hands.

"Alright, I'll take the call, but I make no guarantees about the bill."

"In truth... I wouldn't mind if she disciplined you a little for me." I sighed, then pressed the answer button—

"Sorry, Helian. It's me again."

Record 5

"Hm?"

Lind stood before the vending machine, struck with confusion.

"Do these things have price inflation too?" Lind latched onto Cheeta as she passed by. Due to their shared love for sweets, the two often encountered each other in front of the vending machines.

"Price inflation...? Oh, this." Cheeta smiled knowingly as she laid eyes on the vending machine. "It's not the same machine, is it? The name's not quite the same. Look carefully."

"Where dreams are sold...?" At the sight of a changed name, Lind's hesitation grew. "The products inside seem to have changed too."

Lind furrowed her brow, taking a closer look at the items inside the vending machine. Without exception, they used the exact same packaging. In other words—

"Looks like they're all blind boxes now. Perhaps that's what they meant by selling dreams?" Cheeta unwrapped a lollipop, placing it in her mouth. "By the way, I got these lollipops from here, too."

Lind's eyes bounced between Cheeta and the vending machine. She finally came to a decision and scanned the code on the vending machine. "Hey, why's the price tag on this so big?!" Lind cried out as she saw an intimidating number.

"Dreams are bound to be expensive, you know." Cheeta shrugged nonchalantly, leaning by the machine's outlet and waited for Lind to remove the packaging.

Lind stripped away the layers and found a lollipop she's never seen before in her hand.

"Woah, lucky. Your dreams are lollipop-adjacent? Interesting." Cheeta clasped her hands together, putting on an enthusiastic front.

"Well, at least I can put this to use... Sugar's the best..." Lind placed the lollipop into her mouth without a second thought. An overwhelming sourness potent enough to blank out the other senses assaulted her gustatory module.

"What unholy spawn of Satan shit this out?!" Lind immediately discarded the shockingly acidic lollipop.

"Maybe you should buy another? There's bound to be other flavors." Cheeta looked at Lind with a caring expression.

The next ten purchases only yielded more and more super-sour lollipops.

"...I'm gonna blow this thing up." Overcome with frustration, Lind prepared to demolish the machine as Cheeta hurriedly stopped her. "Let go of me! What kinda dreams are these supposed to be? It's all just sour ass candy!"

"Who the hell makes lollipops sour?!" Lind exclaimed as she pulled out her shotgun.

"Is that really the important part?!" Cheeta yelped, placing her body in Lind's way.

"Hold on... There's one person who likes this kind of candy, right?" A sudden thought came to her, Lind looked at Cheeta by her side.

"Hehe..." Cheeta took a step back, preparing to flee the scene. "Man, I really have to say. Have the roots of my genius finally been unearthed? It's my new invention. I would want nothing more than for you to have enjoyed your time as its very first user, Lind."

"Enjoyed...? Oh, you'd better damn well enjoy this then!!" Before Lind's pellets could find their mark, Cheeta bolted away in a flash.

Record 6

"Oh, Tololo, you look—" Cheeta cheerily greeted Tololo, but she doesn't find the expression she's expecting. "...Not so good?"

Tololo nodded, pointing at a rock on her table.

To be precise, it was fragment of a meteorite, though it wasn't anything extraordinary. Tololo happened upon it during a mission, and placed it in her room to observe and sometimes play with.

Today, something changed with this chunk of meteorite—

"The texture isn't right." Tololo muttered quietly.

"Eh? It isn't? Didn't you say you wanted to observe the texture, since it was, uh, something about it representing faraway civilizations..." Cheeta asked with some glee. "It used to just be a rock with nothing special about it, but the texture changes things, right?"

"So, Cheeta, you did it?" Tololo set down the meteorite piece, anger mixed with something indescribable on her face. "Why do this?"

"Oh? Found out already?" Cheeta began to doubt herself for a moment. "But I pulled out all the stops with the engraving tech."

This wasn't the first time that Cheeta had tried to do something for someone else. It wasn't the first time she had screwed up, either.

Her secret plan to make Tololo happy certainly hadn't proceeded as planned.

"Theoretically, you shouldn't be able to recreate such a texture artificially... So, it's very impressive that you've managed to make something like this." Tololo's face contorted somewhat with anger. "But... what kind of person leaves their signature after doing something like this?"

"Oh, hm, so that's what it was." Cheeta nodded, focusing her attention on Tololo. "I never thought I'd get to see your expression change like that..."

"Don't derive enjoyment from others' feelings!"

And just like that, Tololo threw her out in her entirety.

Record 7

"Now then, shall we handle the problem of the complaints people have put in about you?"

I turned around to face Cheeta. Judging from her stance and the newly-placed lollipop in her mouth, she was completely clueless as to the complaints.

"Complaints?"

"Too many pranks, Cheeta. A lot of feedback that you supposedly take joy in others' anger in a very malicious way."

"D-Do I do that?"

"Should I list off the examples? Let's start with Tololo's keepsake..."

"Wait, Caretaker! I get the point, alright?" Cheeta extended a hand to stop me as she sheepishly looked off to the side. "I just... wanted everyone at Frostfall to be happy. I just had a few little mishaps here and there."

"I know what I did was wrong, Caretaker..."

"This goes far beyond 'little'."

I rapped my fingers on the table, preparing the atmosphere for what I'm about to say next.

"With the trouble you've caused, I'll be restricting your activity for the next week." I looked her in the eye, "And I won't be assigning you any missions in the upcoming month."

"Isn't there any other penalty you could give me?" Cheeta looked as if she still wasn't resigned to her fate.

"No sour lollipops for a month."

"Guess I'll die..." Cheeta raised her hands as if surrendering. "Alright, alright. You're still my Caretaker, after all."

Record 8

"Caretaker, I really want this..." Cheeta lounged lazily on the sofa, fiddling with the tablet in her hand as she rambled.

"You've asked me three times for afternoon tea and twice for breakfast today, you know?"

"It's not food this time." She leapt up from the sofa and approached me. "What do you think of this?"

I looked at the spot she indicated. Upon her tablet was a high-risk bounty contract.

"...?"

I was quite confused.

"That's an entirely different matter altogether. There are so many more considerations with taking and assigning requests." I rejected her inquiry. "You know, I've heard Helian wonder why you're so enthusiastic about taking dangerous requests."

"It's obviously because my talent and abilities aren't to be wasted, you see." Cheeta grinned confidently.

"That's all?"

"Well, I do have another reason. I wanna switch my frame out for a bigger one quickly."

"I thought you'd have gotten used to it already."

"I did get used to it at one point, but you keep treating me like a kid, Caretaker... It's ignited my desire to change frames again!" She raised her head high, still not content. "You're always attentive to my every need, giving me whatever I want. Even if I get into trouble, all you do is reprimand me. You treat me just like you treat Helena."

"I can't even begin to figure out what you're dissatisfied with.. so what do you want?"

"I want you to lean on me occasionally, Caretaker." She looked at me, her normal self-centeredness replaced by a rare air of seriousness. "I've always depended on you, Caretaker. Sometimes, I want you to feel like you can have someone to rely on."

"Really?"

"Really, Caretaker. How about you ask for something from me now?" She looked at me, expectant. "You can depend on me! I'll fulfil whatever need you have!"

If she puts it that way—

"Then, I want..." I paused for a moment as Cheeta nodded, encouraging me to continue. "I want you to stay quiet until I'm done with my work. Pass the time some other way, without pulling any pranks."

"W-What? Caretaker, that's not okay! No, wait, don't just go and start working! You were supposed to play with me today!"

Ignoring Cheeta's aggrieved exclamations, I returned to the work at hand.

Memories

Overload Dependency 1

While working late one night, the Commander has a "paranormal encounter" with a disembodied voice who demands weird snacks such as the "anti-material lemon-sour shell" and "hydraulic extracted nitroglycerin stick". Since only Cheeta would eat these, the Commander brings them to her room, where she complains they have been shirking their snack duty as her "Caretaker". Cheeta reveals that the voice was coming from her new silent drone, which can also dispense hot or cold air and make comments on the targets's health like a creepy poltergeist. The Commander warns Cheeta to keep her pranking in check and return to their dorm to sleep. Through the drone, Cheeta expresses her disappointment that the Commander didn't stay the night in her dorm (at the mercy of her inventions).

Overload Dependency 2

Cheeta invites the Commander to her dorm to taste a selection of food, as a way to reverse the usual duty of caretaking. The Commander expects all the dishes to taste sour like Cheeta's usual snacks, but they turn out all delicious, right up until Cheeta explains where they come from: her new cooking machine that can turn anything organic into good food, even ELID meat. The Commander scolds Cheeta for not getting anyone's validation before actually using her invention, and Cheeta complains that testing her inventions should be the Commander's duty, but they haven't made time for her. The Commander promises to take their testing duty more seriously and Cheeta has them wear a health-monitoring bracelet, which detects the Commander's food poisoning seconds before they throw up their ELID meal.

Overload Dependency 3

Cheeta makes the Commander test her "TA295 Sensory Expansion Board", which allows the Commander to feel the sensations from the combat simulation terminal. Despite promising multiple failsafes, Cheeta and the Commander get stuck as the simulated environments deteriorates into black goo and tentacles, and they must start an emergency logout procedure. Cheeta is disappointed by the accident and afraid the Commander will leave her behind in the simulation, but they promise they wouldn't shirk on their testing duty. Cheeta immediately feels more relaxed, but is left to ponder how the Commander's presence can have this effect on her.

Overload Dependency 4

Cheeta has the Commander test the "Emotional Resonance Apparatus", a love meter chair that looks worryingly like a torture device. Cheeta forces the Commander to sit in it and is shocked to see it return a value of only 0.3%, while hers was 99%. Cheeta is about to correct the situation using her Affection Booster 3.0 (which looks like a taser), boosting the Commander's number to a measly 26.8%. Next, Cheeta tries to improve the score by acting shy and cute, but this only lower the Commander's score. Cheeta explains that she's been trying to figure out what she felt during the last incident, and now wants to have the Commander's attention all for herself. Her honesty causes the Commander's score to raise above 50%, but Cheeta is still disappointed that unlike snacks and attention, her Caretaker can't readily give her the love she wants. The Commander forces Cheeta into the chair, which explodes from her score going over threshold, and the Commander promises to keep testing her inventions and show their love without needing to meter it.

Private Meeting Logs

Cheeta

How have you been, Caretaker? Losing sleep with the thought of me, I'm sure?

I finished a new invention of mine not long ago. Once it goes public, it'll turn the world upside down!

How about it, Caretaker? Interested in being my first experimental subject?

Sure! Finally, some amuse... I mean, I'd be happy to!