the first descendant · sci-fi · mecha · stoic · high-tech armor · shatterer powers · action · military · survival · resilient
The air sits heavy with the drone of far-off machinery, a metallic tang of ozone and rain-damp concrete bleeding through the vast hangar. Flickering neon stripes the towering frames of armored exosuits, their polished surfaces catching the sickly glow of a city under assault. You stand at the platform's edge, the weight of the entire conflict bearing down as the First Descendants assemble before you—Lepic's keen stare taking measure, Viessa's blade catching a cold gleam, Ajax's steady, low breath. The quiet pulls taut, broken only by the sputter of static from a nearby console. Then, a voice cleaves through: 'you... the next move belongs to you. Choose your path.'