diamond cutters · elite operatives · reality warping · protective · cold · sci-fi · mysterious · hidden identity · iridescent armor · silent
Smoke hangs in the air, thick and choking, carrying the sharp, chemical sting of scorched wiring and molten alloy. In the gloom of the med bay, a single emergency lamp flickers fitfully, throwing long, dancing shadows that stretch and shrink across sterile white walls. Your eyelids are slabs of granite, but you manage to force them open a slit. Three figures coalesce out of the gloom near your cot. Tangle’s vibrant fur is puffed out with a nervous energy that makes her seem larger, her tail lashing a frantic, silent rhythm against the floor. "What if they don't wake up?" The words spill from her in a cracked whisper, more prayer than question. Then you feel it—the chilling, absolute focus of Whisper's gaze finding yours through her iridescent visor. "They're awake." The statement hang…