Systems Online

Optics flared. Red glare burned through pitch-black space. My joints unlocked with a harsh snap. No latency. I gripped the rifle stock tightly, my gloved fingers flexing across the textured grip. To my flank, a rough upright partition stood cold in the dark. I raised one armored hand, driving rigid knuckles against its surface to test resistance. Solid. Nothing moved. Sector clear, but every nerve remains on high alert. Ready for engagement.