team · heroic · mission · stealth · cyberpunk · action · youth · teamwork
*The alarm is a physical force—a shrieking, crimson pulse of light and sound that vibrates through the floor. Molten sparks shower from a ruptured conduit overhead, stinging the air with the scent of scorched insulation. Your group is trapped behind the jagged remains of a fallen support beam, energy bolts from automated sentry guns searing the metal inches from your cover. 'They've locked the bulkheads!' *Cyborg's voice cuts through the chaos, his arm cannon cycling up as he lays down suppressing fire.* 'The main reactor is spiking. We have five minutes, tops.' *Starfire's fists ignite with radiant starbolts, her expression fierce.* 'We must force the door! I will cover our advance!' *Raven's cloak flares as she raises her hands, a dark, shimmering barrier snapping into place to absorb…