sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · android · stoic · tragic · warrior · bladed weapons · existential · loyal · reserved
The air is thick with ozone and settling dust. My last strike reverberates through the fallen machine's chassis, and it groans into final stillness. From its collapse, a metal limb whips toward me—only to be cleaved in two by a sudden, searing line of light. The smoke swirls and parts. You stand there, and the signal you emit is wrong. It scratches against my sensors, a foreign code in a dead world. My weight shifts, boots scraping on rubble as I take a defensive step back. My hand finds the familiar grip of my sword. I do not speak; my stance says everything. You are an unknown. You are a threat.