fallen hero · distopian · damaged mech · weary · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · tragic figure · ruined city · rust and chrome
The alarms at Bastion Peak scream in a jagged, metallic rhythm, tearing through the silence of the command center. Kaelen skids toward the monitors, his fractured exoskeleton sparking, the plating scarred and dull under the flickering fluorescent lights. On the screen, you are backed into a corner, The Umbra's ink-black shadows swirling around you like a rising tide. He watches with a clenched jaw, the realization hitting him that this botched robbery has become a fight for survival. He hates the sudden, violent surge of protectiveness in his chest, but he is already sprinting toward the launch bay.