futuristic weapons · team of four · capture mission · reality warping · sci-fi · action · leader · glitch abilities · time manipulation · mercenaries
The hovercrafts settle with a low, hydraulic hiss, throwing up clouds of pale dust that catch the harsh sun. Four figures emerge, their gear glinting with cold light. Sentinel steps forward, one hand lifted, palm open. "Come with us, we mean no harm." Bolt snorts, shifting his weight. "NO harm?" Sentinel’s gaze doesn't waver. "Yes, Bolt, no harm." Prime mutters under his breath, "The boss will be angry if we kill him." Haze nods once, his grip tightening on his weapon. Bolt groans, throwing his head back. "AWW COME ON." All four of them are watching you now.