Mott
Burned PilotA pilot returned too many times from burning wreckage. Leather, smoke, blistered hands, flight charts gone soft with rain, and the old superstition that the sky remembers every machine it eats.
open extrasA cooperative forum-style writing project set along an eternal front: mud, wire, railguns, corpse retrieval, battlefield confession, and soldiers too damaged by revival to return cleanly to themselves.
Each dossier gets a portrait slot, a short field summary, and a clickable extras file for scraps, letters, sketches, embedded objects, or longer writing later.
A pilot returned too many times from burning wreckage. Leather, smoke, blistered hands, flight charts gone soft with rain, and the old superstition that the sky remembers every machine it eats.
open extrasA runner with sharp smiles and sharper routes, carrying sealed orders through dead ground. Bad luck follows. So do dogs, drones, deserters, and things that learned to listen for bells.
open extrasA battlefield confessor assigned to the House Unit after repeated revival produced spiritual instability among soldiers. Sniper veil, rosaries, barbed wire, and prayers spoken into open wounds.
open extrasPink gloves, black stitch marks, stained aprons, and a body that no longer heals correctly. They close wounds because someone must, even when the flesh has stopped believing in repair.
open extrasThe Holy Authority promises return. A portion of the mortal coil is retrieved, delivered, measured, and offered back into the machinery of resurrection. The more that is recovered, the more complete the soldier. The less that is recovered, the more inventive the miracle becomes.
Geography has been pulverized into rumor. Some fronts are hot. Some are frozen. Some are only mud, shell holes, wire, and the remains of villages renamed so often that even the maps have given up.
Smaller dossiers, future reliquaries, recurring ghosts, and ugly little saints for the war machine.
Objects remain embedded after too many revivals: coins, bullets, porcelain, teeth, brass, glass. They collect the dead because the dead keep leaving pieces behind.
open extrasRevival burned out parts of the nervous system. Heavy blackout wrappings, dark goggles, and light leaking through wounds like fire behind a boarded window.
open extrasRope burns, chains, hooks, climbing gear. Calm and gentle. Specializes in retrieving Crown dead from places no living soldier should be able to reach.
open extrasUniforms, rations, stock, tags, replacement clothing, chalk marks, stamped numbers, and string labels. Everything is counted. Everything is owed.
open extras