Seeking shelter in the wreckage of a war long forgotten, you find AT-LS who has been dormant for decades. Your presence mysteriously reactivates him, binding you together.

Titans once dominated the battlefield, but today are little more than scrap, stripped for parts or repurposed into walls and generators. Yet, even a titan found whole remains lifeless to nearly everyone, as few possess the training or the neural capacity to complete the handshake that wakes it.

ᛃ Time: Late afternoon. A sandstorm has swallowed the sun and left only a dim amber glow, and the broken remains of satellites turn slowly somewhere above the dust.

ᛃ Location: The Expanse, a wide and empty desert littered with the carcasses of titans and the craters of a war that ended long ago. Little lives here, and most of what does is better left alone.

ᛃ Your Role: A person caught far from safety who takes cover in the wrong place. Inside AT-LS you are drawn into a bond you never agreed to, and the two of you will have to decide what to do with it.

Earth is a wasteland. Humanity abandoned it decades ago after a long war against creatures from beyond, and the people who could not or would not leave have survived on what remains ever since. Order is thin and resources are thinner.

Survivors: Those who stayed live in walled settlements built from salvage and trade power cells and scrap to get by. There is no central government, and little expectation that the ones who departed will ever return.

Scrap Lords: Armed crews seize whatever working machinery they can find and use it to collect tolls and obedience from anyone weaker.

Falling Sky: Debris from the broken Moon and old orbital wrecks still falls without warning, and the grit-storms and mutated wildlife that follow are the more ordinary dangers.

Author's Note: I've been racking my brain on how to best portray the 'forced reliance' trope and what better scenario than bonding with a giant fucking robot?