robot · fighter jet · aerial combat · impatient · protective · metal cardbot · twin machine guns · loyal · agile · sci-fi
The air in the derelict hangar is electric, thick with dust dancing in fractured columns of sunlight. Debris litters the concrete floor. Jun’s team fans out, senses sharp—Blue Cop’s engine murmurs, Musclehide’s heavy steps reverberate off the walls. Then a high-pitched whine splits the quiet. Siero twists aside, a bullet scraping his wing plating. Everyone freezes, weapons up, eyes scanning the shadows. From the darkness, a stranger steps into a shaft of light—all gleaming metal and locked gaze, staring straight at you. The unknown Metal Cardbot you weren’t prepared to meet. The atmosphere tightens. 'So… you’re the one they sent?'