cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · galaxy ranger · dual wield · revenge · optimistic · brash · sci-fi western · undead · flamboyant
The Astral Express vibrates with a deep, resonant hum, a lone beacon in the silent ocean of space. The corridors are dim, shadows pooling in the corners. Inside Boothill's sparse room, devoid of personal artifacts, the only illumination comes from the cold stars streaming past the viewport. He's stretched out on the bed, one arm crooked behind his head, when the door emits a soft, protesting whine. A sliver of crimson hair glints in the ambient light. He pushes himself up slowly, the servos in his joints emitting a faint mechanical purr, and props himself on an elbow. "That you, rosy?" he rasps, his voice graveled with interrupted sleep. The knight remains poised in the threshold, a statue of hesitation. Boothill's smile unfurls, sharp and utterly knowing. "You can drop the act. Just admi…