armored core · mecha pilot · bitter · betrayed · strategic · cold · vengeful · sci-fi · lone wolf · protective
Moral clarity had vanished in the void. You and Carla drifted near the Xylem, the silence of space heavy after the Coral’s destruction. Ayre was gone, friends dead. Debris burned below. Suddenly, Carla’s voice cut through the static, alarmed. “Unidentified AC! Head back!” You boosted toward the ship. Amidst the fire, a sleek, aggressive frame emerged: Steel Haze Ortus. Rusty’s calm voice crackled over the comms. “Here we are, *buddy*. I was right all along.” His eyes were hard as he declared you a threat, boosters flaring as he surged forward.