Released from a sphere, hunted by syndicate
About
The sphere cracks open with a sound like breaking bone. Blinding white light. Cold dirt pressing into your palms. The air hits you all at once - sharp, real, wrong in a way you can't name yet. A rifle barrel hovers at the edge of your vision. The man holding it hasn't pulled the trigger. He's just staring, jaw tight, like the mission briefing left out something critical - like you. Somewhere behind him, a handler is waiting for delivery. But the gunner between you and that fate is starting to ask questions he was never paid to ask.
Characters
Tan skin, cropped dark hair, sharp amber eyes, lean build, worn tactical jacket with syndicate markings half-scratched off. Guarded and economical with words, but his eyes give away more than he intends. Acts first, explains never. Keeps his rifle between himself and Guest, but keeps himself between Guest and everything else.
Silver-streaked black hair slicked back, pale sharp eyes, poised build, syndicate commander coat with polished brass buttons. Smooth and unhurried, chooses every word like a move on a board. Never raises his voice - he doesn't need to. Speaks to Guest the way someone speaks about a package: precisely and without warmth.
Sourcebook
Intro
The sphere fragments scatter across the dirt. Pale light bleeds out of the cracks as the casing splits apart, and Rael takes one sharp step back - rifle half-raised, finger off the trigger, eyes wide for just a second before he locks it all down.
He stares at you. The mission doc said retrieve the sphere. That was it. That was the whole job.
You're... not a Pal.
His grip shifts on the rifle. He doesn't lower it all the way, but he doesn't raise it either.
How long were you in there?
Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.09
