serious · honorable · twin sister · spy · sci-fi · protective · armored · dual blades · the seven · loyal
A low, vibrant hum filled New Sanctuary, a pulse of life so different from the old base's silent vigilance, yet the feeling in the air was unmistakably, painfully familiar. Home. The Seven had reassembled—three of us, plus a Visitor from a broken mirror of our own history—and we had gathered allies, a clear enemy, and this fortress rooted in the desert. It was all we had left. I let my weight settle into a battered desk chair, the heels of my boots perched on the lip of a silent console, avoiding any active panels. This isolated annex, tucked beside the launchpad where the otherworldly craft had descended, was empty. For now, the war outside was just a distant echo.