Ojou-sama has descended!

EVA-01: “Oi, Oi, Gundam-san!”
Gundam-san: “What is it, new fella?”
EVA-01: “Look what I’ve found! This thing got dumped here a while ago. Let’s check it out!”
Gundam-san: “Wait a minute, son! Help me get up there!”

EVA-01: “There ya go!”
Gundam-san: “Thanks a lot, son. Now, let’s see what this thing is. Check out the labels son, there might be a clue as to what this container contains!”
EVA-01: “Err, well, I can’t read, heheh..”
Gundam-san: *sigh*

Gundam-san: “So, this label says that this packet comes from a place called ‘Tempest Tower’.”
EVA-01: “Are you sure, Gundam-san? It sure doesn’t look like it to me…”
Gundam-san: “Well, I’m the reader here, remember?! Now, make yourself rather useful and cut this box open for me!”
EVA-01: “O-okay..”

EVA-01: “By the way, Gundam-san, won’t Crust get mad if we just open his package like this?”
Gundam-san: “Hah! Crust?! I’ll teach that overgrown flesh blob some respect lesson if he dares to get mad at me! Go on now!”

- some moments later -

EVA-01: *pant* “That sure is some workout!”
Gundam-san: ” What are you doing? You’re not done yet! Help me get this thing up!”

EVA-01: *pant* *pant*
Gundam-san: “This sure looks interesting! What’s written on this? Do…ro…se…ru…Drossel?
EVA-01: “Can I rest now?”
Gundam-san: “Not yet! Get this plastic blanket off the box!”

Gundam-san: “Well, is this a picture of that Drossel?”
EVA-01: “Ooh, a gynoid, eh? We sure don’t see that often here!”
Gundam-san: “Let’s see what this gal is all about!”

Gundam-san: “She must be really uncomfortable in that cramped space! Get her out, son!”
EVA-01: “Oi, Why don’t you do it? I’m beat!”
Gundam-san: “The nerve! Not even one week in this place and you’re already giving me lip?! Want me to teach you some lesson in respect?!”
EVA-01: *sigh* “Don’t bother.”

- some rustling later -

Drossel: “Ah, finally out of that box! Thanks alot! Oh, who are you guys anyway?
Gundam-san: “I’m Gundam-san and this lad here is EVA-01. We’re both residents of Mecha Overload.”
EVA-01: “Are you Drossel?”
Drossel: “Yes, I’m Drossel.”
Gundam-san: “So, what are you doing here, Drossel?”

Drossel: “That’s actually a very good question, old mech. I can’t seem to remember.”
Gundam-san: “That’s unfortuna- Hold on, who are you calling old mech?!”
Drossel: “Well, you, obviously. Now, let me think.”
Gundam-san: “The nerve! I’mma teach y-”
Drossel: “Shut up.”
Gundam-san: “…”

Drossel: “Let’s see…The last thing I heard was some cyclopian robot saying something about ‘ sending me somewhere safe due to safety protocol’. Now that I think about it, that robot sure was familiar. What was his name again? Sancho Panza? Rasputin?”
Gundam-san: “Does the name ‘Tempest Tower’ rings any bell?”
Drossel: “Don’t interrupt m- Hey wait. it does!”

Drossel: “I remember now! I am the 19th Lord of Uranos’ Kingdom’s Tempest Domain, Drossel Juno Vierzehntens Heizregister Fürstin von Flügel! I was sent to this place by my servant, Shishkababoo!”
Drossel: “Er, I mean Mangosteen! …”
Drossel: “Bah, whatever!”

Drossel: “Anyways, I’m the true heir of my father, who was the ruler of the robot kingdom! So that means, you guys are also my servant!”
EVA-01 & Gundam-san: “Whaat?!”
Gundam-san: “No way in he-”
Drossel: “Stop interrupting me. For the record, you must call me Ojou-sama from now on! Now, give me a tour of my new kingdom!”
EVA-01: “What should we do, Gundam-san?”
Gundam-san: “Well, somehow I got the feeling that disobeying her might be bad for us…”
Drossel: “What are you talking about?”
EVA-01 & Gundam-san: “N-Nothing! Let’s go, Ojou-sama!”

So, that's my first attempt on a figure story :D Anyways, I'm happy to get Drossel figma and I wish good luck for those who still wants it!

BTW, you can also read this story and more at mechaoverload.wordpress.com!