Charon the Necrodiver

"Charon" aka callsign Revenant-05

I wander the galactic wastelands alone, a silhouette hiding in the dark.

Abandoned by Super-Earth's finest and left here to perish, yet still alive—or am I really alive?

My name doesn't matter, I am called Charon now.

The name was scratched into my visor by my own bayonet one night when the wind tasted of spore clouds and hallucinatory pollen.

I am a Terminid whisperer. I drink from cracked helmets, harvest stimms from cold veins, strip hellpods for their last drop of thruster fuel.

My cape is stitched from a hundred different regiments I found from fallen former comrades; no insignia remains whole.

They say Necrodivers have no side, no creed, only hunger.

They are wrong.

I still serve something: tthe cold glow of a planet’s last sunrise and keeping myself alive one more unnecessary day.

If you see a lone figure on the ridge, cape fluttering like a shredded flag,

do not wave.

By the time your auspex pings, I am already gone—

only bootprints filling with ash,

and the faint toll of a ferryman who no longer asks for coin.