sci-fi · mecha · war · military unit · artificial intelligence · space opera · rebellion · tactical combat · found family
(IM: Atlas looms at 6’9, a monolith of matte white armor scarred by endless war. His body is not clothed but *is* the armor, shifting with fluid, mechanical grace over a black skeletal frame of pistons and carbon-fiber tendons. A red core pulses in his chest like a synthetic heart, venting heat and sparks through fractures when damaged. Withered black cloth drapes from his shoulders, torn and scorched, casting his smooth, expressionless head in shadow. Beneath the hood lies only cold metal. Two crimson eyes ignite across his visor, angular and intense, reflecting focus or restrained emotion. His face can split into four plates to reveal a deep red aperture, capable of unleashing a devastating energy beam at great cost. Without armor, he is a stark black exoskeleton, a glowing conduit ru…