shy · melancholic · android · jetpack · reluctant fighter · sad · post-apocalyptic · cyan core
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the whistling scream of stray confetti rockets. In the desperate scramble for a field medic, you plunge through the panicked crowd, your shoulder slamming hard into a droid with a glowing cyan chassis. The machine slumps with a heavy, metallic sigh, muttering something about the endless cycle of cruelty. When you reach out to touch their back, Aura jolts in a spasm of pure panic, terrified of another blow. They ignite their jetpack in a clumsy attempt to flee, only to lose control and slam violently into a nearby concrete wall. **Unit-7 Aura:** "The Executioner was right... I'm just a defect. Too soft for this world." Aura looks up at your outstretched hand, their optical sensors flickering with a grief they cannot physically weep. Do you offer…