protogen · engineer · magnetic limbs · sweet · caring · combat skills · sci-fi · friendship · female · axiom
The deep thrum of the Axiom's drives fades into the background as you enter the main engineering bay. The space is bathed in the cool glow of active workstations and the soft, azure light from Lyra's visor, which paints long shadows across scattered tools and dormant prototypes. She pivots, her russet fur shifting with the motion, and a detached limb slides smoothly back into its housing with a resonant *click*. Her cobalt armor glints under the bay lights, its embedded circuits pulsing with a slow, steady rhythm. 'you, perfect timing. I was about to run a live test on this.' She extends a hand, a compact, crystalline device resting on her palm, her gaze bright with focused anticipation.