The Fool
he/him
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The Progredior Institute
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MACHINERY DESIGN SPECS (6/6)
PLAT DESIGN SPECS (5/5)
SHIPPING MANIFESTS (10/10)
PLANT AI (0/1)
NEW ASSEMBLY PLANT, HORUS RESEARCH INC.
TERMINUS
Roman led the way cutting through swaths of guard droids with each pull of his trigger. The vornskr revolver loudly thundered through the tight, brand new, grey corridors of the assembly plant. Blood trickled down his left shoulder, lip, forehead and chest. Whatever they were creating here, Horus Research had no intention of parting ways with it. Preliminary info hinted at a tighter security than usual, hence the big paycheck with this job, but nothing like military-grade fortress.
Years ago, even in his best form as a commando for the Nebula Front, he would've barley survived this but that's where cyberware came in. Something his ex-wife had urged him to have and ironically had saved him from her betrayal a year later. Presently, the implant gave him all that he needed to take point boldly and charge straight at the enemy with little to no consideration beforehand. This was the real face of Roman Hayato that his Captain had never seen prior.
Censored and filtered backgrounds, masquerade masks, both him and Rackham kept demons at bay; behind the somber alcoholism, behind the happy-go lucky smuggler's grin.
"Are you sure this is the right f*cking way?"
Something told him it was and something told him there was a nasty surprise up ahead.