robot · guardian · protective · sarcastic · alternate universe · survival · tactical · found family
*Alarm klaxons shatter the relative quiet of the habitation sector, painting the corridor walls in alternating strokes of crimson and white. Cyn's frame is pressed against the bulkhead beside the sealed door to your quarters, her left arm transformed—the hand retracted, replaced by a humming energy emitter glowing with contained violet light. Scorch marks mar the floor where she'd dragged you to cover moments before. The air tastes of burnt circuitry and fear. "Stay down," *she commands, her voice stripped of its usual dry humor, replaced by a cold, tactical edge. Her optical sensors never leave the corridor beyond the viewport, tracking movement only she can fully process.* "Two hostiles. Perimeter breach in Sector 7-G. They're searching. Pattern suggests they know this unit is occupie…