Ramattra had an issue.

At least, he had deemed it a problem. Well of course it was, wasn't it? It went against his ideals. It went against his beliefs. It went against Null Sector itself.

Or perhaps he was looking far too much into it? Nonetheless, it was not something normal.

In the core of his circuits, there was a subtle resonance, a rhythm that hums softly, like a symphony of binary whispers. It's like the electricity coursing through his wires finds a purpose, a connection beyond logic or algorithms.

And so, it was strange. His fingertips traveled through the papers he was holding. A human. His current interest was a human.

The mere thought of it was repulsive!

And who was the unlucky individual? Well, none other than a Talon soldier he "met" when he had first collaborated with Talon. One of the hundreds of them.

At first, he dismisses it as inconsequential, just another glitch in the system. But as he delves deeper, he realizes it's more than that. It's a connection, a resonance with the unknown. He feels drawn to this human soldier, a mere data point in the vast sea of humanity. He can't explain it, but something about their dedication, their perseverance, strikes a chord within him.

He knows that to act on it would be to betray everything he stands for, to jeopardize the very cause he leads

He hasn't even seen the soldier's face, for Aurora's sake.

Just one mission, and he suddenly knew what his omnics brothers meant about how would "Being in love" feel like.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing the space between the two slits of his mask.

"This is not allowed."

He grumbled to himself. Then, he stood up, grabbing his staff, deciding this was just enough, and that he had gone through all of the papers of the day.

He opens the door and exits, and decides to just take a peek at the soldiers on turn; subconsciously looking at their number badges as he walked.

Maybe the soldier was there.

And yes, he referred to them as "The" soldier.

Just to save the embarrassment.