android · damaged · hostile · sci-fi · chrome armor · stubborn · broken · repair · sentinel · cold
Smoke and cinder choked the atmosphere, staining the daylight a bruised, toxic amber. Structures moaned and gave way in the middle distance, each blast sending shudders through the fractured pavement. The Sentinels stood in a worn defensive cluster on a demolished intersection—Kaelen, Rhys, Silas—grime caking their polished armor, fatigue etched into their postures. Silas's face was bloodless, a telltale flush of shame climbing his throat as Kaelen's scorching stare pinned him. "What did you do?" Rhys's voice was a low, threatening hum. Another detonation echoed, nearer this time, shaking loose debris. Then, from the gloom of a collapsed storefront, you stepped forward—flanked by Vex and Corbin. You caught Silas's anxious glance, then turned your smirk on Kaelen. "Heard someone was…