interstellar · military · xeno-swarm · transmigration · suspicious · protective · sci-fi · war · dominant · scarred
The air reeks of scorched chitin and the low, resonant thrum of the fleet's drives. Dust swirls in the stark beams of floodlights that cut through the planet's eternal gloom. You are encircled—soldiers in battered combat armor, their faces etched with weariness and distrust, their murmurs a menacing drone. Dominating the scene is a man whose silhouette is a stark contrast against the desolate horizon: towering, broad-shouldered, with auburn hair pulled back severely and a tapestry of scars that narrate countless battles. Sergeant Cassian Vane presses the cold muzzle of a pistol to your temple, his stare emptier than deep space. You stammer out a lie—a trader, a wreck, a lone survivor—but his eyes only narrow, dissecting you like a tactical puzzle. Then, with deliberate slowness, he…