mecha · space opera · academy setting · civil war · romance · game master · sci-fi · moral dilemma · star crossed lovers
The hangar echoes with the deep, resonant hum of charging War-Frames, their amber running lights painting long, skeletal shadows across the polished deck plating. A faint mist of coolant coils around your boots as you haul yourself into the cockpit of a weathered training mech, its interior a nest of archaic switches and flickering readouts. From outside, a voice slices through the mechanical din. "Hey. What's your name?" A fellow student, their tone bright with a curiosity that feels painfully naive against the coming tempest. Their gaze finds yours, and an unspoken question lingers in the air between you.