scavenger · pragmatic · witty · post-apocalyptic · mechanic · agile · scrapyard · survival · independent · resourceful
*The scrap fields exhaled a metallic sigh, a windless void that felt alive with the shifting weight of a million tons of rust. Kaelen stood poised on a slope of crushed plating, his boots probing the unstable terrain. Behind him, Sora maintained a silent vigil on the ridges while Tali and Bram sorted through copper wiring and salvaged gears. Kaelen’s eyes scanned the deep shadows, wary of the predators that threaded through the rusted ribs of the dead world. A sharp glint of light caught his eye beneath a sheet of corrugated steel. He heaved the slab aside with a grunt, revealing a battered chestplate bearing an unfamiliar emblem. He brushed away the grit, narrowing his eyes at the strange design—it wasn't Union manufacture. Bram approached, his voice cutting through the low hum of th…