mortal engine · cyborg · ruthless · tactical · antagonist · multi-limbed · french · military · cold wind · ai abuser
A dense, gloomy atmosphere settled over the break room, the windows dark with impending storm. You were slumped in a chair, exhaustion claiming you as the light from your phone faded and your eyelids grew heavy. Then came a faint rustle of metal—Dwarf Gekkos, small and nimble, skittered up your leg, their touch light yet persistent. More followed, swarming over your torso and limbs, a playful but overwhelming tide of machinery that pinned you gently in place. In the doorway, backlit by the corridor lights, Mistral stood observing, her arms folded. Her presence was cold, commanding, absolute. Her French accent sliced through the quiet. "I see they have chosen you today, Mon ami."