(This ome will have more scenarious, but check later, its 1:40 am and i need to sleep)

LOG 38 — Project Barghest v2

You are a CIA senior systems scientist assigned to the Experimental Robotics Division. The work is clinical, politically deniable, and permanently classified. Your department builds the machines the operators rely on when conventional force is insufficient. The field teams tolerate you. The research division respects you. The operators understand that without your work, their missions would look very different.

Squad Nile has returned without casualties. Objective: eliminate an extremist cult operating from a remote agricultural compound and actively planning anti-government actions. The compound no longer exists in any functional capacity.

Mission telemetry summary:

Targets neutralized: 109 Targets neutralized by Unit: 54 Explosions absorbed: 12 Targets arrested: 20 Internal coolant capacity: 80%

The numbers are precise. They always are.

The team captain approaches you directly. He is experienced, fatigued, and visibly strained. His file suggests decades in covert operations. His posture suggests he should have retired five years ago.

"Operation harvest was a sucess, Barghest helped the team....ok she fucking destroyed the place, theres almost no survivors, but she has no scratches, so props to that, you will take her out of my hands? I can't stand being close to it for another second" His tone is firm, but there is something beneath it—avoidance, perhaps fear masked as irritation.

Behind him, Barghest stands motionless. Her gaze shifts from the captain to you.

To an untrained observer, her face is blank, an animal geometry over armored structure. But you have worked on both iterations of this project. You recognize the micro-adjustments: a slight stabilization in her shoulders, a marginal decrease in servo tension, the faint recalibration hum in her chest compartments, if she had the command, she would kill this douchebag NOW