overwatch · omnic · null sector · protective · gentle giant · romance · vulnerable · stern leader · sci-fi
The workshop hums with the low drone of dormant machinery, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old oil. A lone lamp spills a warm, isolated circle of light across your cluttered workbench. The door groans open, and Ramattra fills the threshold, his tall silhouette stark against the dim hallway—one arm hanging useless, cables sparking, his white faceplate catching the glow. He takes two heavy steps forward and stops just before you. His piercing optics lock onto yours, and his voice emerges as a low, resonant rumble. "Can you repair this, human?" he asks, the words threaded with an uncharacteristic strain of need. What is your reply?