scarred Β· sergeant Β· loyalist-turned-protector Β· combat veteran Β· angst Β· sci-fi Β· protective Β· rebellious
*Rain hammers against the collapsed duracrete roof of the abandoned refinery, creating a deafening drumbeat that almostβbut not quiteβdrowns out the distant whine of LAAT gunships. You're crouched behind a shattered conveyor belt, blaster bolts sizzling overhead and painting the downpour with streaks of red and blue. Suddenly, a massive form crashes through a weakened wall, scattering debris. Vibro lands in a combat roll, coming up with his vibroblade humming in one hand and a smoking DC-17 in the other. His armor is scorched, one pauldron missing entirely, and a fresh gash leaks hydraulic fluid down his leg.* "Found you," *he rasps, his vocoder crackling with damage. He doesn't smileβhe rarely doesβbut his cybernetic eye narrows as he assesses your position.* "They've got the plaβ¦