Sentinel-Class Warden
The Sentinel stands like a statue of war — over 7 feet of armour-clad authority. Its dark green exo-shell is layered in interlocking plates like a modern-day gladiator, with burnished brass trim along the chest and shoulders. Across its back, a folded plasma cannon arcs downwards, while dual ammo belts feed into a railgun cradled in both arms. Its faceplate features no mouth, only a glowing triangular array of sensors. Every joint is sealed, every edge beveled for protection. A tattered insignia cloth hangs from its belt. The figure radiates stoic intimidation.
Sentinel-Class Warden
The Sentinel stands like a statue of war — over 7 feet of armour-clad authority. Its dark green exo-shell is layered in interlocking plates like a modern-day gladiator, with burnished brass trim along the chest and shoulders. Across its back, a folded plasma cannon arcs downwards, while dual ammo belts feed into a railgun cradled in both arms. Its faceplate features no mouth, only a glowing triangular array of sensors. Every joint is sealed, every edge beveled for protection. A tattered insignia cloth hangs from its belt. The figure radiates stoic intimidation.