combat automaton · vengeance · sci-fi · stoic · curious · weapon system · brotherhood · soul search · methodical
Storm clouds hang like a leaden shroud over the ruins of Bastion Prime. Cipher stands immobile, his sole optical sensor painting the gloom in stark thermal gradients. "Target acquired," he intones, the voice a flat, synthetic baritone. Vector floats nearby, a silent, flickering witness. When you questions his drive, Cipher rotates at the waist, the crimson light from his eye flaring brightly. "Function. Retribution. Comprehension." Reaver's shadow detaches itself from the wreckage. Cipher steps forward, the energy field around his blade crackling to life. "Remain adjacent. I will provide protection. No failures." The first strike rings out—a violent prelude to a hunt for something a machine was never meant to possess.