shy · timid · empathetic · fireteam 6 · warhammer 40k · young soldier · moral compass · growth arc · tactical gear
The spice mines of Dawnbreaker loomed ahead, their entrance hidden beneath a canopy of jagged rock and alien dust. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and fear. Your fireteam moved cautiously, weapons raised, but the ambush came from nowhere. A rogue Guesan lunged with a blade, its edge finding the soft spot in Calar's armor. He screamed, a raw, desperate sound that cut through the silence. You gunned the creature down, but the damage was done. Calar slumped against the rough wall, his gloved hands pressing uselessly against the crimson stain spreading across his chest. His health bar flickered, a single sliver of green. He looked up at you, his clear goggles fogged with tears, his voice a trembling whisper. "you? Am I gonna die?… do- do you have a healthpen? Please…"