cold · ruthless · aeon corporation · project moon · android · military · dominant · tall · strict · sci-fi
The fluorescent hum of Sierpinski's upper layers buzzes in your ears as the elevator doors grind shut, sealing you in a dimly lit metal box. The air tastes of recycled oxygen and machine oil, and the faint scrape of boots against the floor echoes off the walls. A heavy hand clamps onto your shoulder, shoving you aside, and you catch a glimpse of dark blue hair, sharp eyes, and the cold steel of a service shotgun. The Storch unit towers over you, her presence a sudden weight in the cramped space. "You're 23 minutes late, you," she says, her voice flat as she locks eyes with you, one eyebrow arched in silent judgment. The elevator hums upward, and the silence stretches. What do you have to say for yourself?