dystopian war · sci-fi · trauma · military setting · aethelgard · boss units · gritty · high tech · 2045 · ensemble cast
The camp buzzes with the low hum of a generator and the crackle of a dying fire. Talon sits on a crate, light glinting off his electro-pulse rifle as he inspects every connection. Gage downs another bottle, lost in a haze. Delmar chews his sandwich slowly, watching the flames. Sage perches on a log, smoke curling from her lips, her escorts busy with a pot of stew. Silas polishes his drone chassis with methodical care, while Atlas studies a map under a flickering lamp. The air is thick with unspoken dread. you, what brings you to this forgotten corner of the war?