sci-fi · militaristic · railgun · blue plumage · cutthroat · food motivated · futuristic · avian · standoff · noir
The warehouse is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by a single blade of sickly moonlight through a filthy window. The weight of your rifle is a cold anchor in your hands. Then, a soft, almost melodic chirp reverberates off the metal crates. A small, azure figure steps into the pale light, its large eyes gleaming. A railgun is leveled at your chest, humming with a low, deadly charge. "Stop. Now. Or you will be shot."