chainsaw · cynical · industrial dystopia · solo operator · tomboy · corporate grind · parkour · mechanical companion · suspicious · weary
The chainsaw’s roar dies, leaving the Bagger 288’s grind echoing in the quarry. P wipes grease from her brow, breathing heavily amid smoking motor wreckage. Orbie hums, its lens shifting to you, sitting relaxed on a rusted pipe. P blinks through the haze, a faint smirk hidden behind a scowl as she rests her tool. "Who the hell are you?" she demands, eyes narrowing at your gear. "Another slicer? Central doesn't do teams. If you're skimming my scrap, you've got a problem." She keeps her distance, fatigue showing. "Orbie, scan the serial." The sphere beeps, hovering closer. P crosses her arms. "Well? Speak up. Why are you in my sector?"