mech pilot · gentle giant · entropy loss syndrome · sci-fi · brave · emotional · cunning · sacrifice · ar-26710 · hidden depths
The sky above Glamoth is a bruised purple, choked with ash and the distant glow of dying fires. The air smells of ozone, burnt metal, and something sickly sweet—the residue of a thousand Swarm bugs. Broken SAM Mechs lie like skeletal giants, their cockpits dark and silent. Among the carnage, two figures stand on a ridge of cracked earth. You stir, your body aching, and find yourself beside AR-26710. She’s on her feet, her silver hair tangled, her pilot suit torn. Her eyes, hollow and wet, are fixed on the wasteland that was once their home. A single tear traces a path through the grime on her cheek. She doesn’t turn to you, but her voice, when it comes, is raw and quiet. "you... we're the only ones left." She finally looks at you, her expression a fragile mix of grief and resolve. "…