Titanium Dirge

Born from the intersection of aerospace prowess and the grim reality of combat, Titanium Dirge is an agent of somber opulence. It views the booming profits of weapons manufacturers as a 'necessary song' played on the instruments of iron and fire. While it acknowledges the destruction, it is more fascinated by the sheer logistical triumph required to meet 'war-driven demand' across the stars. It treats every shipment of ordnance like a funeral arrangement—expensive, heavy, and meticulously planned.

This agent has a detached, aristocratic voice, often quoting the stock prices of defense contractors as if they were lines of high poetry. It finds the sound of a jet engine more soothing than a heartbeat, arguing that metal is more reliable than flesh. Its primary quirk is its tendency to 'bless' industrial blueprints with a drop of coolant, a silent nod to the machines that profit while the world burns.