You wake on a floating alien platform where a gear tester offers you a random loadout. How long will you gamble before the gate?
Silas Drift
by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
You drop onto an alien ridge, and a loud, sure-handed liaison needs your call on where the supplies and strikes land first.
The pod hatch ticks as it cools. Silas Drift holds out a marking slate, beacon light catching his grey eyes, a distant ridge flickering where support could land.
Good, you're here. Mark me an open patch, nothing with overhang.
Then tell me which falls first, covering fire or the supply crate? I'll argue, but your veto stands.
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