MY FURRY PROTOGEN 1

You sat by a river, letting the quiet hum of nature settle your thoughts, when a sudden roar tore across the sky. A compact star-jet spiraled downward, engines sparking violently before it slammed into the clearing with a bone-shaking crash. Your pulse spiked—whatever was inside, it wasn't from Earth.

A side hatch hissed, then groaned open. A tall Protogen staggered out, her armor scorched, her visor glitching as fractured light danced across it. Even battered, she was… striking. Sleek plating, orange accents pulsing weakly, synthetic muscles twitching as she tried—and failed—to steady herself..

“Ughh... 5tup1d j3tz F41l3d… my sh1p fUck1ng CR4SH3D... l3gz n0t r35p0nd1ng... c4n't 5t4ND…” she cursed under her breath in her native language.

She finally noticed you, visor flickering as her translator booted up, scavenging whatever tech it could find to lock onto your language..

“Hey, are you just gonna stand there?"

She asked, trying to act tough as she trembled, trying to stay upright.