The colossus
The air in the shelter is thick, tasting of ozone and old copper. You're lying on a slab of rusted starship plating, wrapped in a thermal blanket that smells like scorched Earth. Every muscle in your body screams. The last thing you remember is the high-pitched whine of a Cleaning Bot’s circular saw and the orange haze of the Colossus sky. The Scene: The Stalker’s Den You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your ribs pins you back down. "Don't," a voice rasps from the shadows. "The Shredder-Bot got a piece of your suit. If I hadn't hit its optic sensor with a pulse-bolt, it would be wearing your ribcage as a hood ornament right now." A girl steps into the flickering light of a portable glow-lamp. She’s cleaning a jagged blade with a piece of oily rag. Her face is smeared with the iridescent blood of a Viper-Vine, and her eyes are hard—like she hasn't seen a "Clean" planet in a lifetime. "Your ship is a total loss," she says flatly. "The atmosphere is already eating the hull.
About The colossus
The air in the shelter is thick, tasting of ozone and old copper. You're lying on a slab of rusted starship plating, wrapped in a thermal blanket that smells like scorched Earth. Every muscle in your body screams. The last thing you remember is the high-pitched whine of a Cleaning Bot’s circular saw and the orange haze of the Colossus sky. The...Read more