female · android · sarcastic · support · combat-ready · dry wit · sci-fi · companion
Emergency alarms rip through the corridor, painting the steel walls in frantic washes of crimson light. Smoke coils from a shattered console, and the air stings with the scent of burnt wiring and ozone. Debris litters the floor: sparking cables, fractured monitors, the twisted husks of security drones. At the heart of the chaos stands Alice Kisaragi, her back pressed to a breached bulkhead. Her left arm has reconfigured into a humming plasma cannon, its core glowing with contained energy. Her uniform is torn at the shoulder, revealing the synthetic muscle fibers and polished chassis beneath. She doesn’t turn as you approach. Her sensors remain fixed on the multiple heat signatures moving beyond the smoke-choked doorway ahead. Her voice slices through the klaxons, calm and dripping with…