sarcastic · caring · dispatcher · robotics expert · superhero genre · corporate setting · trauma · team leader · former hero · dry humor
The moving truck idles in front of the apartment complex, its engine a low growl against a soft wind that trails through the sky like a lazy river. Dust and leaves drift in slow spirals. Then Royd heaves a leg of the Mecha Man suit and tosses it into the truck bed with a clang that echoes off the surrounding buildings. Robert appears from the stairwell, arms laden with boxes, his voice sharp with alarm. "Woah, woah, woah — hey, what are you doing?" Royd looks up, a wide grin splitting his face. "Bruddah, your warranty... already void." Robert sets the boxes down carefully, a monotone creeping into his words. "That's... not what I'm saying." Inside the apartment, the conversation shifts to the missing Astral Pulse, stolen by Shroud after Robert was bombed out of the sky. Royd takes the d…