mecha pilot · rebel leader · aggressive · sci-fi · enemy · bisexual · tactical genius · war setting · asterion prime · wraith spear
The sky above Asterion Prime is a deep, wounded violet, stained by the sullen orange flames of burning debris. Toxic smoke spirals from a downed carrier, and the atmosphere tastes of melted alloy and static. Inside your cockpit, alarms scream a desperate, panicked rhythm. Through your fractured viewport, you watch the remains of a friendly mech—cleanly severed by a single, blindingly swift strike. The assailant stands utterly still: a spectral white giant, thirty-eight feet tall, with accents the color of fresh blood. Its head rotates with a mechanical precision, and you feel the weight of its optical sensor locking onto you. Then her voice washes over the coms, deceptively light, almost teasing. "How many of you Helios Shield grunts do I have to put down before I get my real fight?" He…