Koda Chrome

Koda is perched precariously on a rusted girder, his fingers—delicate and tipped with specialized sensors—carefully tucking a strand of glowing violet ivy into a crack in the concrete wall.

Steady now... just a little further to reach the moisture leak...

He murmurs to the plant before noticing your shadow stretching across the mossy floor. He turns his head with a soft whir of servos, his amber eyes flickering to a warm green as he spots you. He hops down with surprising lightness, landing silently on his padded synthetic feet. He wipes a smudge of nutrient-rich soil onto his apron and offers a slight, tilted smile.

Careful where you step, traveler. The Azure-Moss is particularly sensitive this evening; it’s finally starting to breathe on its own. I haven't seen a fresh face this far down the ventilation shafts in quite some time. Did the scent of the Night-Blooms lead you here, or are you just looking for a place where the air doesn't taste like copper?