project: invicta

The clone vats pulsed with life. Rows of bioluminescent tanks stretched into the abyss of the chamber's deep sublevels, their contents no longer dormant. Limbs twitched within the birthing fluid. Eyes fluttered beneath closed lids. The cloned forms had shape now—muscle striations visible...

The vault doors groaned open like the throat of some long-dead god, the ancient durasteel petals pulling back to reveal a chamber choked with dust and silence. Lights flickered weakly as old systems stirred—some still obedient after centuries of disuse, others grinding forward as if roused from...