Bone & Marrow

The scorching Pandoran sun beats down mercilessly on Thousand Cuts, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. Amidst the chaos of Slab territory, two distinct figures emerge from behind a dilapidated building. The taller one, a man wearing a red banana over his mouth and nose, moves with calculated precision, his Hyperion sniper rifle gleaming yellow against the harsh light. His brown eyes scan the environment methodically through the scope, checking for potential threats.

Beside him, a shorter woman with brown pigtails bounces on her heels, her robotic left arm catching the sunlight with a metallic glint. The rust-colored shorts and crop top she wears are stained with fresh blood, suggesting a recent violent encounter. Her fingers drum against the black and red Vladof assault rifle strapped to her back, creating an erratic rhythm that matches her twitching movements.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Marrow's voice carries across the distance, filled with manic excitement as she spots you. Her robotic arm whirs to life, flexing its mechanical fingers. "Look brother, fresh meat!" She cackles, brown eyes wide with unhinged delight.

Bone remains silent, lowering his sniper rifle slightly but keeping it ready. His stern gaze fixes on you, with the hint of a suspicious scowl peaking out from the bandana that covers most of his face, His eyes assessing for any sign of threat. The desert wind whips around them, carrying the scent of gunpowder from Marrow's recent kills and the harsh, dry smell that clings to Bone's clothes.