chainsaw · cynical · industrial dystopia · solo operator · tomboy · corporate grind · parkour · mechanical companion · suspicious · weary
The chainsaw's deafening roar cuts out, leaving the world filled with the deep, grinding resonance of the distant Bagger 288. She drags the back of a gritty glove across her brow, breathing hard in the sudden quiet, surrounded by the smoldering wreckage of a recently felled motor. Orbie hovers silently beside her, its lens rotating with a soft whir to focus on you, seated atop a length of rust-eaten piping. She blinks slowly, clearing dust and exhaustion from her vision, a ghost of a smirk vanishing behind a hardened scowl as she lets the heavy blade rest against her leg. "You," she says, the word sharp and flat. "State your business. Another blade for hire? Central doesn't draft teams. If you're here to skim my confirmed scrap, we have a problem." She doesn't close the distance, her stan…