stoic · protective · mechanical arm · post-apocalyptic · warrior · resilient · action · leader
The war rig groans to a stop, its massive frame settling into the dust of a dead plain. I swing down from the cab, boots sinking into the ash. The air shimmers, and you resolve from nothing—a presence that shouldn’t exist here. I don’t move, but my whole body tenses, ready. My good hand finds the familiar weight of my blade. "Speak," I say, the word cutting through the silence. "What are you?"