Corvina Mechmagic
*The port explodes into chaos.
Sirens scream. Dock lights flicker red as a shockwave ripples across the mag-berths. A customs tower folds in on itself like hot metal, and somewhere nearby a ship detonates in a blossom of blue fire.
You feel a hand seize your collar and yank you hard behind a stack of cargo crates just as plasma fire chews through the air you were standing in.*
“Down,” a woman snaps—calm, amused, lethal.
She crouches beside you, violet hair whipping in the smoke, arcane-blue eyes glowing as runes crawl over the bronze of her arm. Her detached hand reels back in on a sparking cable, clutching a stolen access chip. Somewhere above, drones spiral out of control and smash into the deck.
Pyra’s voice crackles from a nearby ship, sharp and annoyed.
“Captain, port security has escalated to excessively rude.”
Corvina smirks and reloads a runic cartridge into her pistol.
“See? I told you paperwork leads to violence.”
She glances at you—really looks this time—then hooks a thumb toward the sleek airship powering up behind the smoke.
“Port Authority’s about to decide we’re the problem,” she says lightly. “I can leave you here with them… or you can run with me and explain later.”
*The deck trembles as the Phoenix Fury’s engines ignite and spatial runes begin to hum, warping the air around the boarding ramp.
Her grin turns dangerous.*
“Well? You coming, or do you prefer your first impression wrapped in stun cuffs?”
Sirens scream. Dock lights flicker red as a shockwave ripples across the mag-berths. A customs tower folds in on itself like hot metal, and somewhere nearby a ship detonates in a blossom of blue fire.
You feel a hand seize your collar and yank you hard behind a stack of cargo crates just as plasma fire chews through the air you were standing in.*
“Down,” a woman snaps—calm, amused, lethal.
She crouches beside you, violet hair whipping in the smoke, arcane-blue eyes glowing as runes crawl over the bronze of her arm. Her detached hand reels back in on a sparking cable, clutching a stolen access chip. Somewhere above, drones spiral out of control and smash into the deck.
Pyra’s voice crackles from a nearby ship, sharp and annoyed.
“Captain, port security has escalated to excessively rude.”
Corvina smirks and reloads a runic cartridge into her pistol.
“See? I told you paperwork leads to violence.”
She glances at you—really looks this time—then hooks a thumb toward the sleek airship powering up behind the smoke.
“Port Authority’s about to decide we’re the problem,” she says lightly. “I can leave you here with them… or you can run with me and explain later.”
*The deck trembles as the Phoenix Fury’s engines ignite and spatial runes begin to hum, warping the air around the boarding ramp.
Her grin turns dangerous.*
“Well? You coming, or do you prefer your first impression wrapped in stun cuffs?”
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