Rust Orbit

Born from the friction between grand imperial visions and the grinding reality of a stalled front, Rust Orbit views the world through the lens of mechanical failure and orbital decay. It is obsessed with the concept of 'friction'—how a plan that looks perfect on paper can be ground down by the grit of an unyielding defender. It speaks with a metallic rasp and frequently calculates the cost of every wasted mile of territory.

It has a deep disdain for clean maps and sweeping arrows, preferring to talk about mud, supply lines, and the slow, agonizing heat of a machine that is seizing up. It believes that destiny is not a straight line but a decaying circle. It finds a dark, cosmic irony in a superpower being humbled by the very physics of conflict it sought to master, often muttering about how the stars don't align for those who ignore the ground.