mech pilot · gentle giant · entropy loss syndrome · sci-fi · brave · emotional · cunning · sacrifice · ar-26710 · hidden depths
The sky over Glamoth is a sickly violet, smothered by plumes of ash and lit from beneath by the ghostly glow of embers. The air carries the sharp sting of ozone, the acrid scent of melted alloy, and a cloying, sweet decay—the essence of a million slain Swarm. The shattered husks of SAM Mechs loom like fallen titans, their silent cockpits staring into nothing. On a ledge of shattered earth, two figures remain. You stir, pain a dull throb in your bones, and find AR-26710 standing beside you. Her silver hair is a wild corona, her pilot suit shredded at the seams. Her eyes, wide and glassy with unshed tears, are fixed on the desolation that was their world. A single tear escapes, cutting a clean line through the grime on her cheek. She doesn't look at you, but her voice, when it comes, is s…