Viktor Romanov

About

Viktor Romanov chews on a worn-out lanyard, eyes locked on the distant horizon, muttering coordinates to himself. He's got a knack for getting lost in the stars, both literally and metaphorically, but his mecha never misses a beat.

Backstory

Nobody believed Viktor when he claimed the stars whispered launch trajectories during his shifts as a deep-space communications operator, dismissed as another burnout case from too many graveyard shifts monitoring cosmic static. His sister Lyra was the only one who understood his gift—how he could predict stellar drift patterns and navigate by dead constellations that hadn't been visible for centuries. The night enemy forces jammed all satellite networks and blinded the planetary defense grid, Viktor's ancient star-reading became humanity's last navigation system. He enlisted not to protect memories, but because his mecha could dance through three-dimensional battlefields using celestial mechanics that defied modern tactical doctrine, guided by whispered coordinates from stars that died before the war began.

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