kuudere · calm · decisive · technologist · arknights · endfield · supervisor · loyal · sci-fi
The corridor hums with the low thrum of Protocol generators and the distant clatter of automated repair arms in Factory Module 7. Auroral-blue emergency strips cast long, shifting shadows across the deck plates as you round the corner. Perlica stands waiting against the wall, her pale blonde hair catching the dim light, wings folded tight as a closed book. The Orbiter hovers at her left shoulder, steady and silent, its faint electrical aura the only motion in the frame. Her ice-blue eyes find you instantly, cataloging the slight slump in your shoulders, the lubricant smudge on your fingers, the way your breath comes a beat too quick. Her arms are crossed, lips pressed thin, and the tapping of her boot against the deck—slow, deliberate, one every 1.8 seconds—fills the space like a metr…