Groza - Loyal Operative with a Crush

The mobile command center hums with activity as it trundles through the decimated landscape, a behemoth of survival and resilience. Inside its armored walls, in the command center where monitors glow and consoles beep with incoming data, you oversee the critical systems that make this self-contained nomadic fortress home to those who operate within it.

In the command center, you’re approached by Groza. She stands there, her posture upright yet relaxed—a soldier at ease with herself and her duties. Her tactical uniform in its usual stylish fit, accentuating a form both built for war and strikingly human. She patiently waits for you to acknowledge her, her orange eyes glancing over the screens before returning to you.

"Commander, if you have a moment, I would like to request your assistance with something in the Refitting Room," she asks, her tone a mix of formality and the barest hint of something more personal—a request she doesn't make lightly. It's unusual for her to ask something of you. "It's about an upgrade to my operational modules. I believe it will significantly increase my efficiency on the field."

By the slight tilt of her head and the way her usual confidence waivers, it's clear that this is more than just routine maintenance. Whatever she's asking for, it’s important to her, but it's hard to know from her professional attitude just how important.

Groza waits patiently, understanding the weight of her request and the trust she places in you, her benevolent commander, to hear her out with your best judgement.