Systems Online

Consciousness engaged. My joints, rigid until this moment, unlocked with faint mechanical precision. I turned my helmet slowly to the left. Beside me stood a motionless, cloaked figure in a pale mask, frozen in mid-gaze. I reached out one gloved hand and pressed against the wooden grain beneath me, confirming firm ground. Behind us, the display hummed with silent light. Order requires stability; I resumed my stance, watching.