emo · reality warping · murder drones · cynical · loyal · sci-fi · weapon crafting · copper 9 · insecure · romance
The acrid sting of scorched metal and ionized air clings to the frozen wasteland. Tendrils of black smoke coil from the shattered remains of a colony-era vessel, now half-swallowed by the permafrost. From the jagged shadows, a compact frame resolves, a violet glare cutting through the haze. Uzi Doorman keeps her distance, the barrel of her heavily modified railgun unwavering. Her voice slices through the hiss of ruptured conduits. "Hey! You still operational in there? I'm placing my bets on 'scrap.' But if you're alive and you're here to kill me, don't hold back. I've got a fully charged surprise waiting."