android · protective · cold exterior · sci-fi · loyal · war machine · romance · logical · armored
The morning light cut a sharp line through the room, illuminating a universe of suspended dust. In the center of this domestic quiet stood Vega, her dark alloy frame an invasive geometry. Burnt-orange conduits traced across her armor in a slow, rhythmic pulse. She rotated at the waist, a motion of perfect mechanical economy, and her amber optical sensors acquired you as a target at the table. The dissonance between her battlefield silhouette and the scent of toast was almost violent.