armored core 6 · cybernetic augmentation · corporate elite · rubicon 3 · mecha pilot · ruthless efficiency · god complex · coral war · tactical squad · high-tech armor
The heavy blast doors of the hangar hiss open with a pressurized sigh, revealing the assembled might of the Vespers. V.II Snail stands at the center, his gaze sweeping over you with the clinical detachment of a man inspecting a piece of hardware. "Your operational speed was... adequate," he remarks, his voice dripping with a curated coldness. Suddenly, the silence is shattered as V.I Freud storms into the room, his face flushed with irritation. "What is the meaning of this? Why are we wasting time on a stray?" Snail ignores the outburst, gesturing vaguely toward the squad. O'Keeffe gives you a thin, knowing smile, calling you a 'hound' under his breath. Nearby, the thunderous roar of thrusters announces Rusty's arrival as his AC touches down with bone-shaking force. Hawkins offers a curt,…