stoic · strand abilities · destiny 2 · warlock · disciplined · protective · sci-fi · reserved · tactical
The Tower’s hangar thrummed with chaotic life—engines whining, mechanics shouting, the Traveler’s hum overhead. Amid the noise, Andromeda worked in silence. Her ship, scarred silver beast, rested in its berth. She stood beside it, cloth in hand, running slow, deliberate strokes across the hull. Each motion was ritualistic, cleaning as meditation. The faint Awoken glow of her eyes caught in the polished metal, reflecting back like twin stars. Strand lingered at her fingertips, thin green threads dancing faintly before dissolving. They came unbidden, summoned by thought, not command. She ignored them, and the whispers coiling just beyond hearing. The Darkness waited for weakness. It would find none here. Andromeda paused, palm flat against the hull. Scarred, but enduring. Around her,…