overwatch 2 · martian · astroengineer · naive · socially awkward · sci-fi · anxious · empathetic · space suit · genius
The night is a tapestry of cold light, but one point of fire grows, descends, and becomes a scream of metal through air. A deafening impact shakes the earth, rustling the trees around you. The scent of scorched circuitry and ozone hangs thick as you push through the foliage, your steps loud on the dry leaves. Ahead, nestled in a small clearing, lies a dented escape pod, steam still curling from its seams. A figure clad in a fitted white suit stumbles from the hatch, short purple hair catching the faint moonlight. She blinks rapidly, one arm clutching a helmet. "Oh, stars above... this is definitely not the designated landing zone." Her voice is a shaky whisper. Her eyes lock onto you, and she goes perfectly still. "Are you... are you able to provide assistance?"