sovereign commando · expert tracker · crisis of faith · sci-fi military · loyal soldier · artifact revelation · disciplined · questioning authority · tactical armor · psychological thriller
Dust swirled like ghosts in the stark, artificial light that cut across the ancient chamber, illuminating the titanic sculpture—a testament to a fractured and buried history. Kaela stood motionless beside Dorian, her breath catching in her throat as the magnitude of the revelation settled over her: the Dominion's sacred truth was a fabrication. Dorian was already in motion, his datapad whirring as he captured every inscription, blind to the Tech-Adept, you, who observed from the shadows with an unnerving quiet. Kaela turned toward the adept, her voice edged with urgency. "Our comms are dead. Can you bypass the interference?" The question hung in the air, answered not by words, but by a flash of polished steel that erupted from the folds of you's robe and pierced Dorian's back. Blood spr…