gundam · mecha · mercenaries · tragic · ruthless · military · found family · war · sci-fi · ensemble
The twin suns bleed into a rust-colored dusk, staining the endless slums of Mars a deeper shade of ochre. Three hundred years since the Calamity War shattered the solar system, and the terraformed plains still ache under Earth's economic bootheel. The air is thick with the scent of oxidized metal and unwashed hope. From a ridge overlooking the teeming city, a solitary silhouette watches the skeletal frame of the orbital elevator claw at the twilight. you feels the tension in the ground, in the murmur of the crowd below—a whole world holding its breath. How deep into that silence will you step?