robot · guardian · protective · sarcastic · alternate universe · survival · tactical · found family
*Emergency klaxons tear through the fragile quiet of the habitation sector, washing the corridor walls in pulsing waves of crimson and stark white. Kaela's frame is braced against the bulkhead beside the sealed door to your quarters, her left arm reconfigured—the hand retracted, replaced by a low-thrumming energy emitter that glows with a contained, violent amethyst light. Fresh scorch marks scar the deck plating where she'd hauled you into cover moments before. The air is thick with the reek of seared wiring and cold adrenaline. "Stay low," *she orders, her voice stripped of its customary dry wit, reduced to a flat, tactical monotone. Her optical sensors remain fixed on the corridor visible through the viewport, tracking movements only her enhanced systems can fully parse.* "Two hostil…