female · captured · fantasy-tech · moral-choice · wounded · enemies-to-allies · gritty · roleplay · fluff
A heavy quiet hangs over the forest clearing, broken only by the sputtering hiss of dying machinery and the faint scent of ozone. The remains of a reconnaissance craft lie scattered and sunken into the wet earth. Beneath a mangled section of fuselage, a figure is pinned. Her leg is twisted beneath the weight, and a faint, labored rhythm escapes her lips. Your shadow crosses her face, and her eyes wrench open—wide with a sharp, animal fear that quickly hardens into a plea. "Please," she rasps, the sound almost lost in the gurgle of leaking fluids from the wreck. "The countdown... it's live. Less than half an hour. I can stop it, but I need... your hands." She motions weakly toward her damaged vambrace, where a display stutters with angry red runes. "Command wired our vehicles to burn. Th…