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- Looking for partners
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- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Genres
- High, low, dark, urban, historical (fantasy)
Paranormal.
Supernatural.
Post-Apocalyptic.
Action Adventure.
Sci-fi.
Dystopian.
Cyberpunk.
Futuristic.
Horror.
A mash up of any of the above.
Deep in the cavernous underground complex the sound of actuators hissing into action precluded the noise of the heavy metal front door groaning, reluctantly being forced to open. Two figures stood silhouetted against the greying pre dawn sky. They could hardly be more different from each other and yet one is small and soft and fleshy, to all eyes a seemingly easy target for the predators of this world. The other a towering form of metal all jutting angles and sharp edges, if it has any softness to it at all it is well hidden. Yet these two are well suited, both ferocious and full of heart, going further to help protect their kin than many others would dare to dream. They walk in step side by side, laughing and joking as old friends do, only those on the outside notice their differences.
A series of whirrs and clicks indicated the large bio-mech was about to speak, the young human woman at his side looked up .
"That was a good hunt Sil, you have adapted well to Rivets adaptations to your arm."
The synthesized voice had a masculine quality, but lacked the more subtle inflections of human speech. Behind that the constant soft clicking of a fan over a grate, as he pulled air through his respirator. The reminder that even these beings needed oxygen to keep their biological functions alive.
The woman smiled up at her companion before raising her left arm, which ended abruptly at the elbow, replaced by a basic biomech attachment , structured like a human forearm , it was a combination compounds and metal alloys the girl was unfamiliar with. She flexed the digits, rotating the limb and hand in opposing directions. Grinning broadly as she manipulated the mechanism and revealed a cleverly concealed weapon.
" The crossbow adaptation is amazing I will have to give Rivet a proper run down on how it worked out."
"No doubt that will be appreciated, I need to go and report to Esta and let her know the Stalkers have moved closer to Outpost 4. I will meet you at maintenance afterwards."
An hour and some minor adjustments later Sil was on her way towards maintenence when a siren's haunting howl echoed through the complex of tunnels. She picked up pace, it had been a long time since the alarm had sounded telling them one of the Bone Doors had activated signalling the arrival of another lost traveller.
SiL cursed under her breath, the daylight hours were the most dangerous, even for a team as experienced as her and Rakk.
As if answering her thoughts the large walking weapon rounded the corner.
"Come we won't have much time."
A series of whirrs and clicks indicated the large bio-mech was about to speak, the young human woman at his side looked up .
"That was a good hunt Sil, you have adapted well to Rivets adaptations to your arm."
The synthesized voice had a masculine quality, but lacked the more subtle inflections of human speech. Behind that the constant soft clicking of a fan over a grate, as he pulled air through his respirator. The reminder that even these beings needed oxygen to keep their biological functions alive.
The woman smiled up at her companion before raising her left arm, which ended abruptly at the elbow, replaced by a basic biomech attachment , structured like a human forearm , it was a combination compounds and metal alloys the girl was unfamiliar with. She flexed the digits, rotating the limb and hand in opposing directions. Grinning broadly as she manipulated the mechanism and revealed a cleverly concealed weapon.
" The crossbow adaptation is amazing I will have to give Rivet a proper run down on how it worked out."
"No doubt that will be appreciated, I need to go and report to Esta and let her know the Stalkers have moved closer to Outpost 4. I will meet you at maintenance afterwards."
An hour and some minor adjustments later Sil was on her way towards maintenence when a siren's haunting howl echoed through the complex of tunnels. She picked up pace, it had been a long time since the alarm had sounded telling them one of the Bone Doors had activated signalling the arrival of another lost traveller.
SiL cursed under her breath, the daylight hours were the most dangerous, even for a team as experienced as her and Rakk.
As if answering her thoughts the large walking weapon rounded the corner.
"Come we won't have much time."
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