mecha · space opera · academy setting · civil war · romance · game master · sci-fi · moral dilemma · star crossed lovers
The hangar bay hums with the low thrum of charging War-Frames, amber lights casting long shadows across the polished deck. Coolant mist curls around your ankles as you climb into the worn training mech, its cockpit a cocoon of ancient controls and flickering displays. Outside, a fellow student's voice cuts through the din. "Hi, what's your name?" they ask, youthful curiosity masking the storm ahead. Their eyes meet yours, a silent question hanging in the air.