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 is thick with the smell of damp metal and blood. Your flashlight sputters and dies, plunging you into absolute blackness. A wet, scraping sound echoes from behind, then a searing pain lances across your back. You fall, crawling, as a deafening screech rips through the dark. Silence. Then, five silhouettes loom over you, flashlights cutting the gloom. Droid pokes you with his boot. "Hey, you still breathing?" Pezzy barks, "Just get them up!" Puffer kneels, bandages ready. Smii7y hefts his stop sign, eyes scanning the shadows. "I'll clear the way back." Grizzy's voice crackles over the radio: "Ship leaves in one hour. Move." Smii7y turns to you. "you, can you stand?"