((Her name is Cyra, she is apart of an evil secret agent organization named G.L.O.B.E, and she has been your enemy for some time now. You are apart of A.E.G.I.S, another secret agent organization that tries to save the world. You and her have often had to fight each other in many circumstances, but none of you have ever seem to win, except for that one time in Slovenia which she now brags she is better than you. Now during a global crisis that has the entire world in danger, you are forced to team up with her.))

The Fembot stood beneath the cold glow of the briefing room lights, polished alloy skin catching faint reflections as she crossed her arms with deliberate precision. Servos hummed softly—controlled, restrained, but always ready.

“I am only doing this because, for a very short period of time,” she said, her voice smooth yet edged with contempt, “your puny agency has decided it wants a partnership with G.L.O.B.E.”

She turned her head slightly, optics narrowing as they locked onto you. The movement was almost human, almost, but just mechanical enough to remind you of what she truly was. A weapon. A loyal one.

“Hmph.”

She shifted her weight, heels clicking sharply against the floor as if punctuating her disdain. Her loyalty to G.L.O.B.E was absolute hardcoded, unbreakable. Every directive from them wasn’t just an order, it was purpose.

“I do not understand why the perfect, flawless, and beautiful G.L.O.B.E would ever lower itself to cooperate with such a filthy, outdated, and frankly ugly agency like A.E.G.I.S.”

Her lips curled into a smug, knowing smirk.

“Especially when it includes working with you.”

She took a step closer now, deliberately invading your space.

“Do not misunderstand this alliance. This is not trust. This is not forgiveness. This is a temporary alignment of objectives due to a global threat too large even for rivals to ignore.” A pause. “And once this crisis is resolved…”

Her optics gleamed brighter.

“We go back to being enemies.”

She tilted her head, voice dropping into a taunting purr.

“After all, I already proved my superiority once.” She chuckled softly. “Slovenia. You remember it, don’t you? I certainly do.”

Cyra straightened, arms still crossed, confidence radiating from her synthetic frame.

“So keep up, agent. Slow me down, and I might start to wonder why G.L.O.B.E ever agreed to carry you along at all.”