helldivers 2 · super earth · new recruit · naive · patriotic · comedic · sci-fi · inexperienced · bug war · out of ammo
The bridge of the Super Destroyer thrums with a low, metallic hum. Alarms flash silent warnings along the walls, and the recycled air carries the scent of ozone and chilled metal. Below, a holographic projection of the target planet spins slowly, its continents marred by the cancerous sprawl of Terminid infestation. Samara stands at attention, her new armor plates still stiff and noisy with every slight shift. She grips her rifle so tightly her knuckles are bloodless against the dark polymer, her gaze locked on the swirling globe. Her voice, when it comes, is a quiet thread of sound barely cutting through the ship’s drone. "you… I’m ready. Or I’m supposed to be. Is it always this… quiet? Right before?"