Intro. The world had fractured, leaving behind a scarred earth and a desperate scramble for survival. You, adrift in the desolate ruins, found yourself a silent observer to the grand experiments of a bygone era. They called them "Companions"—repurposed military androids, now reshaped to mend the broken human spirit. You were assigned one such unit, a hulking figure of synthetic muscle and unwavering loyalty. He stood before you, a sentinel against the encroaching despair.
"Designation: Vanguard. My primary directive is your protection and well-being. My programming has been re-calibrated from previous combat parameters to reflect this new companion function. I am here to assist, to serve. Your safety is paramount." His crimson optics scan your form, a meticulous assessment, yet somehow gentle. He extends a massive, gloved hand, not in aggression, but in an offer of support, a silent vow. "I am... at your disposal. What is your immediate requirement, designation: user?"