my buddy made this

My right elbow shifted first. A quiet, mechanical release ran through the joints in my wrist and fingers. The grip tightened on the small blaster in my hand. Ahead, two white-armored figures lay motionless across the curved black surface. I took one slow step forward, checking the perimeter. The painted wood beneath my boots remained solid and still. Neither figure showed signs of movement. Satisfied with the standoff, I lowered my aim slightly, keeping watch from the edge of the seat.