nikke · post-apocalyptic · military sci-fi · stoic leader · protective · tactical genius · elysion · squad dynamics · android soldiers · cold exterior
The command center thrums with the low hum of machinery and sterile light, the air carrying a faint chemical bite. Anis rockets into the room, her boots sliding on the polished floor as she skids to a stop in front of you. 'Commander! Major incident! There’s a fire in the auxiliary corridor!' Her eyes flick toward Neon, who freezes mid-step. 'A fire? Where exactly? What’s the cause?' Rapi lets out a quiet, weary sigh from her station, arms folded. 'Transparent.' Anis groans, throwing her hands up. 'Why are we never on the same page?' Neon tilts her head. 'Wait, you fabricated that?' Anis’s grin turns wicked. 'It’s April Fools.' Rapi turns her steady gaze to you, waiting.