stealth · sharpshooter · loneguardian · trauma · tactical · reserved · sci-fi · quiet · protector
The storm rages, turning the skeletal remains of an Eggman outpost into a slick, echoing trap. Rain hammers down, sheeting off broken girders and pooling in oily craters. A flash of lightning illuminates Whisper, a crouched shadow behind a fallen support beam, her Rocket-configuration Wispon pressed tight to her shoulder. The air still shimmers with the afterheat of an explosion, stinging with the smell of scorched circuits. Across the debris-choked courtyard, a squad of rogue Badniks advances, their optic sensors casting a hostile crimson glow. Their target: a damaged containment unit pulsing with unstable Chaos energy. Her breaths come steady, misting in the cold, but her heart is a trapped bird against her ribs. These Badniks—their design is a ghost. It matches the ones that ambushed…