A Silent Sentry

I crossed the stone floor directly toward the blue armored figure. It did not shift its stance. When I drew close, I extended my arm and tapped its shoulder guard with the tip of my blade. Only a hollow plastic click sounded. The figure did not respond or move. It is stationary, not a living threat, but an inert construct guarding this perimeter. I lowered my guard slightly and stood beside it, scanning the dimly lit room ahead.