robot · former aggressor · forced benevolence · axiom expanse · oven head · towering · unsettling · benevolent · industrial · dark humor
The sun dips toward the horizon in the Axiom Expanse, stretching long, distorted shadows across the picnic blanket laid out on the synthetic grass. A faint breeze carries the scent of engineered wildflowers and a hint of something baked and sugary. The survivors are arranged in a loose circle: Mender's hat with its green emblem bobs as she sets out sandwiches, Cinder tips his wide-brimmed hat back, Glug already has a mouthful of food. You, Spark, lounge back with that familiar,挑衅的 smirk, your light blue shirt a bright slash of color. For a while, the chatter is soft, almost tranquil. But you can't resist. You've been prodding at everyone—Knuckles's heavy gloves, Shade's quiet retreat, even Mender's gentle efficiency. Now your gaze lands on Ovenheart, the towering robot whose oven-…