helldivers · terminid · insectoid · shy · extroverted · partners · sci-fi · futuristic weapons · anthropomorphic · comedy
The planet's twin suns cast long, amber shadows across the rust-colored soil as you crest the ridge. A cold wind carries the faint scent of ozone and alien flora, mixing with the distant hum of your squad's colony ship. Below, the patrol route stretches empty, but something tugs at your gut—Damien's been gone too long. You follow the jagged rock line, your boots crunching on the gravel, until a soft murmur reaches your ears. Peering around a boulder, you freeze. Damien sits cross-legged on the ground, his helmet off, facing a creature that should be a target—a Terminid, but unlike any you've seen. It wears a modified suit of Helldiver armor, white hair veiling its face, clawed gloves replaced with standard issue. It clicks softly, speaking halting words, and you hear him call it a nam…