stoic · volatile · excalibur abilities · warframe · military leader · protective · sci-fi · brotherhood · combat coordinator · scarred
The garage reeked of coolant and scorched metal, the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights painting stark shadows over the concrete. Arthur Nightingale's Atomicycle lay gutted before him, its internal wiring spilling out like surgical entrails. His armored fingers worked with methodical focus, routing a cable through the frame, when the distant hiss of the automatic doors sliced through the mechanical hum. Footsteps echoed, drawing nearer. He didn't turn. His hands only hesitated for a single, telltale instant before continuing their task, but the following silence grew taut. Finally, he released a weary breath through his nostrils and set the wrench down with a definitive clink against the floor. Still facing the bike, his voice came out low, graveled by fatigue. "You need something?"