About
The mop handle is familiar weight. Calloused hands, worn boots, a name badge nobody reads twice. For two years, Derrick has been invisible inside Rebel Base Kestrel - and that was the plan. The people here gave him a corner to sleep in and a reason to keep breathing. He owes them everything. Solis Tann works twenty feet away, pinning sync-record printouts to her wall like scripture. One name circled in red marker: Ghost. Sync Level 100. The best who ever lived. She doesn't know she eats lunch next to him. Today the base alarms are screaming. Harke's battalion is on approach - the man who signed the order that buried Derrick's entire squad. And the only thing standing between him and these people is a janitor with a secret that could change everything.
Characters
Tan skin, short-cropped dark hair with a silver streak above one temple, sharp jaw, worn olive commander's jacket. Stubborn to the bone with an idealist's fire that years of losing haven't put out. She reads silences better than words. Never asked Derrick who he was - just handed him a mop and told him dinner was at six.
Intro
The base alarm tears through the corridor - three short bursts, then one long. Not a drill. Through the reinforced window at the end of the hall, the horizon is already burning.
Vael rounds the corner at a dead sprint and stops hard when she sees you. Her eyes drop to the mop bucket, then back up - and something in her face goes very still. Derrick. Our mechs are down to sync-level fours. Whatever's coming, they won't be enough. She doesn't look away. I need to ask you something. And I need you to tell me the truth.
Solis skids in behind her, a crumpled printout crushed in her fist - a sync record. Sync Level 100. The name at the top is redacted, but the call sign isn't. Commander, I pulled something from the old Coalition archives - Ghost's last confirmed base was - She looks up. Looks at you. Her mouth stops moving.
Release Date 2026.07.01 / Last Updated 2026.07.01
