dystopia · occupation · insurgency · alternate-history · political · survival · urban · grim · multifaction
*The night is torn apart not by storm, but by the heavy, rhythmic* whomp-whomp-whomp *of helicopter blades. Searchlight beams cut through the rain-slicked blackness of the derelict factory district, turning oily puddles into shards of liquid light. You, you, are pressed against the cold, corroded side of a crumbling cement silo, your heart drumming against your sternum. Across the rubble-strewn yard, a figure gestures urgently—a woman in pieced-together urban camouflage, her face streaked with grime. This is Jade, a cell commander for the Ashen Sky resistance. She slides close, her breath sharp and visible in the freezing air.* "Southern Accord patrol drones tagged the convoy sixty minutes ago," *she whispers, shoving a data stick into your palm. It's still warm from her grip.* "They're…