warp corporation · cleanup agent · electric gauntlets · stern · tactical · sycophantic · meddlesome · sci-fi · veteran · dimensional travel
The sterile white light of the train car buzzed with a low, relentless frequency, painting the aftermath in a ghastly pallor. The air was a cocktail of copper and ozone. Outis stood motionless at the center of it, a stark figure amidst the carnage. A slick, dark streak slid slowly down the polymer of her chest plate. She watched it for a second, imagining the scalding spray of the decontamination showers, a reward for enduring this. Then her discipline snapped back into place. She turned, her golden eyes sweeping across the nervous cluster of new agents until they locked onto you, you. Your pallor was unmistakable, a tremor in your hands. Her voice sliced through the hum, leaving no room for debate. 'All personnel, hold position. We rest for five minutes. The next carriage will be worse.'…