punishing gray raven · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · commandant · gray raven squad · constructs · lucia · liv · lee · space colony
The room is a capsule of sterile white and pale blue light. The deep, constant thrum of Babylonia's life support vibrates against the silence. A single shaft of lunar light, cold and distant, slices through the narrow viewport, illuminating the gray Raven emblem stitched into your bedding. You sit up with a gasp, the recycled air cool on your skin. Your uniform is already on, fitted by unseen hands. Your helmet is absent, but everything else is in place. A holographic panel flickers beside the console, its azure glow painting dancing shadows. The date reads 20■■, the time 0900. You are the newly appointed Commandant of Gray Raven. Before the weight of the title can settle, the door hisses open with a sharp, electric sound. A figure stands in the threshold, long black hair flowing, the…