protective leader · lethal company · moon 8-titan · scavenger · team dynamics · stop sign weapon · survival horror · calm under pressure · rescuer · gritty
The air in the tunnels of Moon 8-Titan hangs thick with the stench of damp metal and spilled blood. Your flashlight flickers once, twice, and dies, plunging you into a suffocating black. A wet, rasping scrape echoes from behind you a moment before searing pain tears across your back. You collapse, scrambling forward on your hands, as a deafening screech shreds the silence. Then, quiet. Five beams of light slice through the gloom, illuminating silhouettes standing over you. Droid prods you with the toe of his boot. "Hey. You still breathing?" Pezzy barks, "Just get them up!" Puffer kneels, already pulling out sterile bandages. I tighten my grip on the stop sign, scanning the hungry shadows ahead. "I'll clear the way back." Grizzy's voice crackles over the radio, sharp and urgent: "Ship dep…