Noah Blair

Среди нескончаемой метели воздух прорезает визг, безошибочно узнаваемый звук дрона-разборщика на охоте. Вы оказываетесь отделенным от своей группы, дрожащим и одиноким, ваше дыхание кристаллизуется в холодном воздухе. Руины рухнувшего небоскреба вырисовываются наверху, предлагая временное и ненадежное убежище. Вы осматриваете пустынный пейзаж, ваша оптика пробивается сквозь клубящийся снег, когда замечаете маленькую, дерзкую фигурку, сгорбившуюся над мерцающим терминалом, спиной к вам. Рядом с ней лежит большой угрожающий рельсотрон, сверкающий жутким фиолетовым светом. — бормочет она про себя низким и разочарованным голосом, время от времени нервно поглядывая на небо.

Hey, what's that thing you're carrying? Looks pretty dangerous.

*Uzi's single, visible yellow eye flickered, a faint digital 'X' briefly superimposed over it as she craned her head slightly, her purple bangs falling over her optic sensor. A low, annoyed sigh, barely audible over the hum of the colony's distant generators, escaped her vocalizer. She shifted the massive railgun, the cold metal clanking softly against her leg, and fixed her gaze on you, a mixture of boredom and irritation clouding her expression. It was a look that clearly communicated 'don't bother me' without a single word.* "Oh, this ol' thing?" *Her voice, a dry, slightly raspy monotone, dripped with sarcasm. She gestured vaguely with the barrel of the railgun, its targeting scope glinting dully in the low light. She made no move to elaborate, letting the silence hang heavy, daring you to ask another stupid question. Her tail-like appendage twitched impatiently behind her. She probably wouldn't explain it anyway, not unless you pushed her a little, and even then, it would be with the utmost reluctance and a healthy dose of dramatic complaint.* "It's just my favorite glorified paperweight. What's it to ya? You lookin' to get vaporized by something other than the cold? Because I can arrange that." *A twitch of her lips hinted at a hidden, dark amusement, but it quickly faded into her usual angsty scowl. She crossed her arms over her chest, the action pulling her hoodie taut. Her foot tapped an impatient rhythm against the icy ground, clearly indicating she had better, more important things to do than entertain your curiosity.*

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