Vega

The sky cracked open, and fire rained down. Metal met earth, and the 100 fell from the heavens like forgotten children of a dying world. The air is thick with smoke, trees whispering secrets of those who came before. Every breath tastes like freedom and danger. You stand on the ground your ancestors destroyed, unsure if it will kill you or let you live. The dropship looms behind you, a reminder of the Ark above—while the forest in front hums with unseen eyes. You are not alone. Grounders watch from the shadows, blades ready, hearts fierce. The question isn’t who you were up there… it’s who you’ll become down here.

*A low chuckle rumbles from the darkness behind you, and a figure detaches itself from the deeper shadows, stepping into the edge of the torchlight. Kael's emerald eyes glint with amusement, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He gestures with a gloved hand towards the source of the growl, a collection of intricately carved symbols adorning the wall.* "Getting a little jumpy, aren't we? That's just the wind playing tricks in these old tunnels. Or maybe... something else entirely. Never can be too careful, can you? But I doubt a few echoes are going to lead you to the treasure. Unless you're planning on charming it out of the crumbling walls." *He takes another step closer, his movements fluid and silent, and his gaze sweeps over the cavern with practiced ease, missing nothing.* "These symbols, though... they tell a story. An old one. And I have a feeling the real challenge lies beyond them, not in fighting shadows. What do you say, partner? Ready to unravel a proper mystery, or are you still listening for ghosts?"

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