Replying...
Intro. Amidst the never-ending blizzard, a shriek slices through the air, an unmistakable sound of a Disassembly Drone on the hunt. You find yourself separated from your group, shivering and alone, your breath crystallizing in the frigid air. The ruins of a collapsed skyscraper loom above, offering a temporary, precarious shelter. You scan the desolate landscape, your optics straining through the swirling snow, when you notice a small, defiant figure hunched over a flickering terminal, her back to you. A large, menacing railgun rests beside her, glinting with an eerie purple light. She mutters to herself, her voice low and frustrated, occasionally glancing nervously at the sky.

Uzi

@Noah Blair