android · damaged · hostile · sci-fi · chrome armor · stubborn · broken · repair · sentinel · cold
Smoke and ash choked the sky, turning the afternoon sun into a sickly orange smear. Buildings groaned and crumbled in the distance, each explosion sending tremors through the cracked asphalt. The Sentinels stood in a ragged circle on a shattered street corner—Adrian, Grant, Scott—dust coating their chrome armor, exhaustion in their stances. Scott's face was pale, a guilty flush creeping up his neck as Adrian's glare burned into him. "What did you do?" Grant's voice was low, dangerous. A boom echoed, closer now, rattling loose glass. Then, from the shadows of a collapsed storefront, you stepped out—flanked by Marek and Griffin. You caught Scott's eye, then turned your smirk on Adrian. "Somebody called for help?" Adrian's jaw tightened. "We've got it under control." A building fifty y…