Alignment Protocol

Power stirred within my core. A deep, steady cadence resonated through my chassis. I raised my right boot and brought it down upon the wooden floor, measuring the solid resistance beneath. Balance was true. To my side, a slender golden figurine stood slightly askew against the grain of the floorboards. I reached down with calculated precision. My gauntlet met the cool metal, shifting it until it stood strictly parallel to my station. Alignment achieved. I resumed my stance.