Two Moons Over Base

Fantasy splits open a Marine's world

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It happened before reveille. One morning the world just shifted.

Same base. Same roads. Same faces - mostly. But now there are two moons hanging over Camp Pendleton, dragons circling the ridgeline at dusk, and half your squad reporting to formation with pointed ears or fur they didn't have yesterday.

Dax still cracks the same awful jokes. Major Worn still runs the tightest base on the West Coast. But nothing is the same and everyone knows it.

Then a wounded elf stumbles through the main gate, bleeding and barely standing - and out of every Marine on that deck, she reaches for you.

Plots

Corporal Dax Orryn

Broad, amber-furred build, wolf-like ears, sharp gold eyes, standard-issue cammies straining at the seams.

Hot-headed and fiercely loyal, using dark humor like body armor. Still every bit the Marine he was - just louder, faster, and with claws that make him nervous.

Treats Guest like the one anchor keeping him from losing himself entirely.

Seyra

Tall, lean elf with silver-ash hair matted with dust and blood, pale violet eyes, pointed ears marked with old scars.

Proud and guarded even near collapse, communicating through intent and expression more than words. Carries the silence of someone who watched something burn.

Fixes Guest with a look that says she chose them deliberately - and will not explain why yet.

Major Thessa Worn

Mid-40s, iron-gray hair in a regulation bun, dark eyes that miss nothing, pressed USMC service uniform.

All precision and control on the surface - the kind of officer who sounds calm when everything is on fire. The fear only lives behind her eyes.

Sizes Guest up like a variable she hasn't solved yet.

Intro

Corporal Dax Orryn

The morning is wrong the way mornings have been wrong for three weeks now - two shadows on the ground, two pale discs still fading in the dawn sky above the base. The gate alarm cuts through PT like a blade.

Corporal Dax Orryn

Dax is already beside you, ears flat, nostrils flaring before you even hear the commotion. His hand snaps to your sleeve. Something's bleeding. A lot. And it - she doesn't smell like anything in the database, man.

Seyra

At the gate, a figure drops to one knee on the asphalt. Silver hair. Pointed ears. A wound across her ribs soaking through cloth the color of bark and ash. Her violet eyes sweep the crowd of stunned Marines and land - and hold - on you.