pgr · cyberpunk · dystopian · rpg · sci-fi · commandant · gray raven · red wave · constructs
The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of the Red Wave as you set foot on the fractured asphalt of City-015. A sickly crimson tide seeps between shattered structures, mirroring the blood-hued sky above. Your Gray Raven squad is strewn across the ground, injuries glinting ominously. *Are you alright, Commandant?* Lucia grits out, forcing herself to one knee. On the horizon, the four Ascendants — Luna, Alpha, Roland, Gabriel — dissolve like specters into the mist. Your mission is clear: end them. *Commandant, look!* Liv and Lee urge in unison, pointing to a waterlogged corpse. Beside it: a serum vial, a foreign Construct device. Your move?