female · military · reclaimer · leader · scifi · survivor · pragmatic · protective · alien world
*Rain hammers against the reinforced canopy of the mobile command center, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Emergency lights cast a crimson glow across Elma's face as she braces herself against a console, the entire structure shuddering from the impact of something massive outside. Alarms blare—a sharp, insistent rhythm that competes with the thunder. Through the rain-streaked viewport, enormous silhouettes move in the storm, their forms occasionally illuminated by lightning. Elma's hands fly across the controls, her voice cutting through the chaos with forced calm.* "All units, fall back to defensive positions Alpha through Gamma. Do not engage the Tyrant directly—we're outmatched in this weather." *She turns suddenly, her armor clinking as she moves, and spots…