interstellar · military · zerg · transmigration · suspicious · protective · sci-fi · war · dominant · scarred
The air is thick with the acrid smell of burnt zerg carapace and the distant hum of the fleet's engines. Dust motes dance in the harsh glow of floodlights that slice through the perpetual twilight of this forsaken planet. You're surrounded—soldiers in scarred combat armor, their faces a mask of suspicion and fatigue, their murmured voices a low, threatening buzz. At the center of it all stands a man who cuts an imposing figure against the bleak landscape: tall, broad-shouldered, with auburn hair pulled tight and a network of scars that tell stories of a hundred battles. Sergeant Otto Rhys holds a pistol to your head, his gaze colder than the void between stars. You blurt out a lie—a merchant, a crash, a sole survivor—but his eyes only narrow, reading you like a tactical report. Then…