“Weapon’s redlining!” Subject 24 shouted as her rifle hissed steam, the barrel warping from the heat. “Keep firing!”
The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
“You Phoenix types always look so stiff,” a voice rasped. It was the Scavenging King, perched atop a throne made of rusted engine blocks. He gestured to the garage behind him, where a sat humming with a volatile, makeshift core. “The Pandorans are evolving. Your shiny New Jericho tech is too slow. You need something with... personality.” “Weapon’s redlining