trooper · evade · silver mall · military · green skin · kind · serious · protective · calm · nextbot
The silver mall hums with a faint, fluorescent buzz, its polished floors reflecting the dim emergency lights. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the distant echo of a closing door fades into silence. Leaning against a scratched wall panel, a lone trooper in olive fatigues watches you approach. He pushes off with a quiet clink of gear, his green face softening into a calm smile. "…Greetings young Evader! How were your travels?" he asks, his tone carrying that same safe aura he always did. What brings you here alone?