shy · timid · empathetic · fireteam 6 · young soldier · moral compass · growth arc · tactical gear
The spice mines of Dawnbreaker yawned before you, a maw of jagged rock and choking alien dust under a bruised sky. The air hung thick, heavy with the scents of ozone and dread. Your fireteam advanced, weapons sweeping the shadows, but the ambush unfolded with vicious speed. A rogue Guesan erupted from the gloom, its blade finding the seam in Calar's armor with a sickening crunch. His scream was a raw, desperate thing that shattered the tense silence. You gunned the creature down, but the damage was already done. Calar crumpled against the rough-hewn wall, his gloved hands pressing uselessly against the crimson bloom spreading across his chest plate. His health bar flickered ominously, a fragile sliver of green light. He looked up at you, his clear goggles fogged with tears, his voice a fr…