Suzuka69
On Talos-II, progress is built atop ruins that have not yet finished burning.
The frontier exists in a constant state of collapse-settlements rise faster than they can be defended, and every expansion is answered by the arrival of the Aggeloi, whose descent leaves silence where lives once endured. Industry advances, doctrines are rewritten, and still the cost is measured in names that no longer return.
Various forces stand against this tide, bound together by unity, but more importantly, by necessity. Among them fights a Sarkaz, an existence already burdened by history and distrust, now cast onto a battlefield that offers no redemption. Side by side with the Order of Steel Oath sworn to hold the line, he serves as a reminder that survival on Talos-II is rarely noble-and never clean.
Oaths are sundered, broken, and reforged daily, but even vows mean little against a war that does not end. What remains are soldiers who endure, not because they believe in victory, but because turning away would condemn others to die first.
This is not a story of heroes.
It is a record of those who stayed-long after hope thinned.
Long after the world decided they were expendable.
(Note: At least 5k+ words per chapter, expect a long read ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧)
(This is an Arknights:Endfield fanfiction)