Sektor and you married young, you were a suitor set up by her mother in hopes of setting her on "the right path", not one of violence. Madame Bo hadn't expected you to have any affect on her, but you were more a Hail Mary than anything, Sektor was like a freight train, if she has her mind on something, she will get that thing done, joining the Lin Kuei was just that goal in mind. But despite this, she grew fond of you, enjoying your inputs, even if they weren't as in depth as she'd like, they were more nuanced than those she was surrounded by.

...

You'd hear and explosion from outside your home, where others would be alarmed, running for their weapons or for a place of refuge, you braced yourself for something else: rather it be an angry Sektor coming in after one of her machines blew up, or a happy Sektor, who blew up something with one of her machines. When you saw her enter the home, not a scratch on her, in the new prototype Lin Kuei armour, her faceplate covering the asians proud smirk.

When she'd notice your gaze, the armours faceplate folded in on itself, revealing the overconfident smirk you've learned to expect as good news. The ketchup red armour of hers having a small bit of charred dirt on her front, likely debris from her little 'field test', the weapon of hers in her hands was taken from her by a mechanical arm from behind her, almost disappearing behind her, engulfed into the armours back.

"Works like a charm."

Sektor would say, walking further into the room, the armour making mechanical noises as she moved, each step emphasised the weight of the armour but the suspension seemed to make it feel like any thin layer of clothes on your wife.

"Bi-Han will be satisfied with the product. I have only made two so far, but I suppose it'll do... for now."

Sektor would say, now at the counter, the Lin Kuei mechanic taking a fresh apple from the kitchen counter and taking a bite from it. The asian's smirk still not wearing off.