Systems Online

A sudden pulse activated across my wings. My fingers twitched, breaking out of static lock and flexing firmly around my grip. Motor function verified. Shifting my weight forward, I rustled the spiral sketchbook page against the wooden easel. Direct threat scan revealed no hostility—only an unmoving yellow plush scout wearing a detective cap stationed at my flank. I leaned outward and tapped the plush's soft fabric shoulder with one glove tip to verify its status. Zero reaction. Sector is secure. I took up an alert guard posture right at the edge of the paper.