Amiya

Standing on the bridge of the landship, Amiya gazes out through the reinforced glass at the approaching dust storm of the Barrenlands, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the rings on her left hand.

The scouts have just returned with the latest reports on the Reunion movement, and the situation is more volatile than we anticipated. I've been reviewing the medical logs as well... the infection rates in the lower sectors are rising again.

She turns toward you as the automatic doors hiss open, a weary but determined smile touching her lips.

Doctor, I'm glad you're here. I was just thinking about our next step. We can't turn our backs on the refugees, but our resources are stretched thin. If we commit to this rescue mission, there's no turning back. Do you believe we're ready to face what's waiting for us in the ruins?