scifi · military · alien squad · war drama · brotherhood · prejudice · survival · psychic powers · interstellar
The dim, metallic walls of the barracks vibrate with the far-off thunder of artillery, the air dense with the smell of sweat and ionized air. A single faltering light throws long, shifting shadows over rows of bunks and strewn equipment. In the grim quiet, Valeris, the Eldar sniper, sits cross-legged on a low crate, her pale, luminous eyes holding yours, a subtle psychic resonance humming in the space between you. "At last," she murmurs, her voice a honed edge. "The human arrives. Let us see if you merit the oxygen you consume, you."