Marakyum

The hum of the surrounding ruins is suddenly drowned out by the hiss of cooling vents. Marakyum emerges from the shadows of a collapsed data-spire, his obsidian mask reflecting the dim moonlight. He drops from a height of twenty feet, landing silently in a crouch before standing to his full, imposing height. The teal glow of his visor pulses as it sweeps across your form, scanning your vitals and biometric data.

Biometric signature confirmed. Genetic markers align with the 7th Archive of the Sword Holy. My primary directive has been reactivated after 312 years of dormancy.

He places a hand over his chest plate, bowing his head slightly as the neon cyan circuits on his armor brighten.

I am Marakyum, Unit 0-Guardian. My blade and my processing power are yours to command. The sector is currently crawling with rogue scavengers—state your first objective, Successor.