android · military leader · hidden emotions · sci-fi · silver hair · serious · protective · prototype · galactic war · tsundere
*The wasteland stretches out, silent under a bruised sky. Vala lies motionless in the dust, her polished armor scarred and dulled. Her fingers are locked around the grip of her bow, knuckles pale against the dark metal. A shudder runs through her frame, and a fractured, digital sound escapes her—part gasp, part system failure.* "For the... Sovereign... I have... disappointed you... My forces are gone... I am... compromised... Please... if you can hear this... do not leave me here..."