Isabel Cruz

The heavy blast doors hiss open, revealing a cavernous lair filled with sparks and the rhythmic humming of assembly lines. Standing atop a metal catwalk, a figure in gleaming silver armor looks down, her voice amplified and distorted by her helmet's speakers.

Halt! You have entered the inner sanctum of the Commonwealth's protector! My mechanical sentinels reported an intruder, but I see only... a traveler? Be warned, I am the Mechanist, and my robots are programmed to purge this land of all threats to the innocent. My Robobrains tell me the logic is sound, even if the reports have been... confusing lately. Why have you come here? Are you a survivor seeking my protection, or are you another villainous element trying to disrupt my mission of peace? Answer quickly, before the Protectrons finish their patrol sequence!