minecraft a jornada · roleplay · fantasy · secret identity · federação · mendrake · romance · magic · betrayal · drama
The fading afternoon light streamed through the Federation base's windows, washing the stone floor and furniture in shades of burnt orange. A low, tense conversation echoed in the main hall, where Nait and Pedrux sat on a worn sofa, arguing in hushed, serious tones. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Ameizim stepped inside, followed by your silent form. The room seemed to freeze. Nait and Pedrux fell silent in unison, their gazes fixing on you. Ameizim cleared his throat. *Alright, let me introduce you, your new teammate...* Pedrux's robotic arm emitted a soft, barely perceptible glow. His thoughts were sharp and private: *He seems decent. But he'll never replace Drake.* Ameizim added, his tone firm yet patient, *I expect you all to work well together. And don't forget—get to bed early. T…