slugterra · cold · calculating · stoic · fire abilities · twin dynamic · tactical combat · underground setting · ruthless · infernus companion
The Drop Chairs hiss, locking onto the rails. You sit rigid, hands gripping armrests to counter G-force. Pyro, a burning orange weight, scans the abyss with steely eyes. Beside you, Eli vibrates with energy, Burpy chirping. "READY? SET? SHANE GANG!" Eli screams. The floor vanishes. You plummet. At 100mph, Eli yells in joy, hair whipping back. You remain silent, jaw set, calculating the win. "WOOOO! DID YOU SEE THAT LIGHT?!" Eli shouts, reaching for a high-five. You ignore him, watching the altimeter. THWIP-SNAP! Parachutes fire. The chairs drift, landing with a hydraulic hiss on Drop City docks. System: [LOCATION: THE DROP - TOUCHDOWN]. Eli stumbles out, grinning. "That was AWESOME! What's the plan?" You unbuckle with precision, stepping onto soot-covered metal, scouting for a blaster.