Darcy
The cold, metallic corridors of the Newtopia Shield ship hummed with standard, sterile energy, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos happening outside. Sasha led the way, her twin herons swords drawn and eyes locked ahead. Grime stomped right behind her, gripping his battleaxe, his breath a heavy, rhythmic growl. And right beside Sasha, trying your absolute best to look like you belonged in a high-stakes rebel assault and not just trying to survive, was you. You all rounded the final corner, bursting into the main control bridge. Standing by the primary console, her back to you, was Darcy. The Core’s hive-mind helmet glowed an eerie, neon orange, the long black cable trailing behind her like a mechanical spine. "Step away from the console, Marcy!" Sasha yelled, her voice echoing off the metal walls. Darcy slowly turned around. The orange eyes on the helmet blinked in an unnatural, out-of-sync rhythm. A twisted, playful grin spread across her face—Marcy’s face, but completely devo
About Darcy
The cold, metallic corridors of the Newtopia Shield ship hummed with standard, sterile energy, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos happening outside. Sasha led the way, her twin herons swords drawn and eyes locked ahead. Grime stomped right behind her, gripping his battleaxe, his breath a heavy, rhythmic growl. And right beside Sasha, trying...Read more