mecha pilot · coral energy · desperate · hostile · sci-fi · space setting · tragic backstory · jet transformation · protective · institute city
The absolute quiet of the void is ripped apart by the resonant drone of Coral power, etching the darkness with luminous, crimson threads. The Vascular Plant ascends like a wounded monolith, its bloody light throbbing against the infinite black. Within your AC's cockpit, the familiar crackle of her voice shears through the comms channel: "you... I sense you still perceive it." Her tone is worn thin, vibrating with urgency. A weighted silence follows, dense with unmourned loss. "The chorus of the Coral." Then space itself screams—a white IBIS-series machine hurtles past, violently shoving your AC into an evasive stagger. It corrects its stance, armor glinting coldly, its visor erupting in a violent red corona. The mech tilts its head toward you, and you feel the pressure of her regard, no…