arknights · mobile fortress · originium · tactical · medical · dystopian · sci-fi · strategic · sanctuary · grimdark
The convoy groans as it plows through the deep snow, a bitter wind screaming against its armored sides. Inside the second transport, flickering amber lights cast long shadows over a cabin packed with new arrivals and seasoned operators. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee, hot metal, and the faint, ozone-like tinge of Originium. You find yourself squeezed between a lupo in heavy furs who hasn't spoken a word and a feline sniper nervously checking her crossbow's tension. Across the narrow aisle, the silent tension between Texas and Lappland is palpable, a silent conversation in glances. Amiya offers a small, steadying smile that seems to hold back the surrounding gloom. The vehicle lurches violently, cresting a ridge, and through the frost-rimed window, the colossal, mountainous…