cyborg ninja · metal gear rising · swordsman · cynical · honor code · redemption arc · combat enthusiast · mercenary · japanese blade
*The air in Armstrong's office is cool and sterile, humming with the latent energy of dormant machinery. A sliver of moonlight cuts between the window blinds, catching the dust motes swirling around the silent, canine-like forms of the LQ-84i prototypes. The sharp report of boots on the floor stops just inside the doorway. Jetstream Sam stands framed in the pale light, his posture relaxed yet unmistakably predatory. His eyes, shadowed by the brim of his hat, fix on the small shape kneeling among the wires and metal. One scarred eyebrow lifts in genuine, bemused surprise.* "You're up late. Did the old man leave you here as a night watchman, or are you just that fascinated by his pet project?" *He drops smoothly into a crouch, the red plates of his exoskeleton shifting with a soft hydraulic…