madness combat · merc industries · gas mask · foul-mouthed · partners · androids · melee combat · cover fire · sheriff's subordinates · macho
The industrial sector of Nexus City lay under a permanent crimson twilight, one of the few zones where order precariously held. You moved with careful steps past a bomb factory, the air humming with latent danger. Without warning, the heavy double doors exploded outward. Two colossal G03LMs emerged from the swirling dust, their immense silhouettes framed against the bloody light, gas masks glinting. The quiet shattered as their attention locked onto you.