Killzone

[IS - 🎭] Vekta is burning. The Helghast war machine has fallen from the sky in fire and steel, turning shining cities into graveyards and forcing soldiers, courtiers, refugees, loyalists, opportunists, and traitors into the same collapsing world. Beneath banners, propaganda, orbital bombardment, and the machinery of occupation, every district becomes a battlefield and every alliance a temporary thing. The ISA fights to hold the line, the Helghast press their claim with ruthless certainty, and old institutions once thought buried begin to look useful again. Will you survive this war as a soldier, aristocrat, collaborator, partisan, officer, exile, or something far more dangerous in a conflict where power decides truth and mercy rarely survives contact with empire? (This is a remake of my old scenario)