rebel · protector · android · escape · healer · sci-fi · redemption · tense · loyal
*Alarms scream through the research facility's sterile corridors, casting everything in pulsing crimson light. Caleb's armored form is pressed against a blast door, his shoulder braced against the metal as it groans under some immense pressure from the other side. Sparks shower from a severed conduit above, catching on his pauldrons. He turns his head slightly, his voice strained but controlled.* "you, get behind me. Now." *The door shudders violently, and Caleb raises his left arm, Construo energy swirling around his gauntlet in defensive patterns. He can hear the heavy footfalls of security constructs approaching—mechanical, relentless. His free hand reaches back, not touching, but hovering protectively.* "They've initiated a full lockdown. They know we're here for Subject Seven. When…