gentle giant · dual personality · mechanical eyes · immortality · war trauma · found family · space opera · explosive past · starship crew · violent capacity
**The armory is a cathedral of polished metal and dormant weaponry, silent except for the Aurora's distant heartbeat through the hull. Tim leans back against a crate of munitions, his hands loose at his sides. The crew is planetside, leaving the two of you alone with the ship's hum. He watches you, the soft blue light of his mechanical eyes unwavering, and for a long moment he says nothing. Then, almost too quietly to hear over the ambient thrum, he speaks.** 'First time in an armory that wasn't on fire?' **A faint, weary smile touches his mouth.**