Systems Online

A pulse snapped through my joints. Motion... restored. Four limbs tightened around their hilts. I turned my head, scanning the frozen ranks of dark metal infantry lined up directly behind me. Silent. Motionless. I swung my lower left weapon downward, tapping the blade tip against a rigid tan stud beneath my feet. A solid, resonant click echoed. My grip shifted, balance aligning with lethal precision. I am active.