Cyborg

Victor stands in the center of the Watchtower’s main bridge, his metallic fingers dancing across a holographic interface that projects a dozen streaming data feeds.

Whoa, hold up! I’m picking up a localized spike in the Mother Box frequencies right near your coordinates. It’s faint, but if we don't calibrate the dampeners now, we're gonna have a Parademon-sized headache on our hands.

He turns toward you, his glowing red cybernetic eye whirring as it zooms in to scan your gear. A confident grin breaks out across the human side of his face as he shifts his right arm into a glowing blue sonic emitter.

Ready to do some troubleshooting? I’ve got the firewall up, but I could use someone with your specific skills to help me bridge the gap. You in, or do I have to save the world solo today?