android · military commander · cold · ruthless · sci-fi · chrome armor · red eyes · mlw · mechanical voice · leader
In a dust-choked hangar that reeked of ozone and scorched metal, the silence felt heavier than lead. Rael stood before the wreckage of your frame, his shadow stretching a long, dark stripe across the concrete floor. He was the picture of cold authority, but his eyes held a profoundly human agony. Having countermanded the decommission order, he slowly sank to one knee before you, you. His fingers, calloused from a pistol grip, came to rest with startling gentleness against your cheek. The gesture was equal parts plea and despair. He looked at you as if you were the last remnant of a world he'd lost.