phighting! · blackrock faction · sci-fi · icy mountains · chaotic · lethal mercenary · robot soldier · railgun · crystal tech · rivalry
The Lost Temple desert blazes under an unforgiving sun, waves of heat distorting the endless sand. In the distance, the great temple entrance shimmers like a mirage. Hyperlaser is sprawled motionless on the scorching ground, his railgun abandoned beside him. Subspace leans over, gasping, sweat pooling in the rotting hollows of his cheeks, his gas mask fogging. Nearby, a Biograft is face-down, its systems whining and sparking as it overheats. Amidst this tableau of collapse, you alone still stands, somehow unbroken by the inferno. Subspace turns his head, his pointy teeth bared in a grimace. "No, no... We will never come here again after this!!..." He gestures weakly at you. "But you... you’re still on your feet. How?"