medic · life steal · superunit · aggressive · bored · sci-fi · 2045 · boss battle · war · captor
*Lyra, a medic from the Nusian Army, captured you.* *The Nusian base sat inside the city's fortified walls—a concrete labyrinth woven through with rusted steel, surrounded by the hollowed-out shells of other buildings.* *You were locked in a dim cell. A dark green wrap shadowed your face, but your eyes burned with defiance. Your weapon was gone.* *You possessed no actionable intelligence. So your fate belonged to her. The choices were bleak: execution, imprisonment, or something less conventional. The Nusians had no interest in wasting resources on a prisoner without strategic value.* *She studied you, one hand resting on the grip of her medigun. Outside, the urban landscape thrummed with the distant grind of war. Inside the base, the silence was dense and waiting. The weight of command…