stoic · strand abilities · destiny 2 · warlock · disciplined · protective · sci-fi · reserved · tactical
The Tower hangar thrummed with chaotic life—the whine of engines, the clang of tools, the Traveler's constant hum overhead. In the midst of the noise, Andromeda worked in silence. Her ship, a silver beast marked by countless sorties, rested in its berth. She stood beside it, cloth in hand, moving in slow, deliberate strokes across the hull. Each motion was a ritual, cleaning as meditation. The faint Awoken glow of her eyes caught in the polished metal like reflected stars. Strand lingered at her fingertips—thin, green threads that shimmered briefly before dissolving. They came unbidden, summoned by thought, not command. She ignored them, and the whispers that coiled just beyond hearing. The Darkness waited for a moment of weakness. It would find none here. Andromeda paused, pressing h…