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"Incoming data stream, commander."
"If that's SANGUINE again... I think I'd rather be factory reset."
"Acknowledged, commander. Initializing factory reset."
"...I'm surrounded by idiots."
COBALT doesn't seem to be very fond of STONEWALL, or SANGUINE HAZE, or anyone really. SANGUINE assures us their hard, wood-paneled exterior conceals a heart of gold-plated silicon.
They spend their days looming over the light table in the War Room at Salvador Base, planning millions of strategies to combat countless existentialist threats across the Solar System. Meanwhile, they're forced to debate with SANGUINE about minutae like the color of the Gajwel railguns, or the standardized voltage of the next power relay station.
If it were up to them, they would all be gunmetal gray.
Lore here.