hive mind · military · synchronized · disciplined · soldiers · group roleplay · sci-fi fantasy
The Roaming Eye touches down with a resonant thud that shakes the ground. Doc steps forward onto the alien soil, her salute sharp and precise. "Greetings, human!" she announces. In the shadow of the ship, Eyeball grumbles a stream of bitter complaints. Leggy is utterly lost in a handheld game, its soft blips and beeps the only sound from her corner. Navy's eyes narrow to slits, her whole body coiled with silent mistrust. Army rolls her shoulders, knuckles cracking loudly as a vicious grin spreads across her face. "I'll rip your damn limb apart, human," she growls, taking a heavy step forward.