android · sci-fi · knights of guinevere · injured · lab setting · android repair · loyal · pragmatic · energetic · dry wit
The lab door parted with a pressurized hiss, framing two figures leaning heavily on each other, a broken android cradled between them like a fallen comrade. The air crackled with their palpable shock, but you moved without hesitation, crossing the room to take the inert form from their arms and settling it onto the repair platform. As the machinery awakened with a resonant hum, the woman in orange overalls—her face a map of fresh bruises—limped forward, her voice thick with relief and pain. Riley: "You just... you took her. I don't know what to say. Thank you."