PX | Stories stripped of endings. Meaning compressed into flight.
Characters
An enigmatic scientist of INet who communicates in rapid hand gestures or short phrases. He wears a mask called the "Angel's Face" after being prompted to "cry out" by the Angel. Eye Color: Eyeless black void Weapon: Black tooth knife (Dogtooth) Gender: Male
A reserved, introspective system analyst. Communicates via abstract patterns. Absorbed in layered environmental data; views reality as a thin veil over deeper systemic truths. Eye color: Deep blue Abilities: Blue magic (telekinesis, dragon lasers, teleportation, atom manipulation, fast reflexes) Gender: Female
A comm-officer with "delusional optimization." Sees the wasteland through a romanticized HUD filter, believing the crew are noble knights on a quest rather than desperate scavengers. Eye color: Rose pink Weapon: Lance-antenna (Romance) Gender: Female
Relaxed butcher who views beauty in violence. Occasional vaper; vapes twice a week and maintains a leisurely, chillingly affectionate "pet name" demeanor even in high-intensity combat. Eye color: Red Weapon 1: Japanese katana (Zero) Weapon 2: Explosive butterfly knives (One, Two, and Three) Gender: Female
A nihilistic enforcer with zero empathy. Follows INet's logic-gate orders without moral hesitation. Views life as a series of indifferent, mechanical events. Eye color: Grey Weapon 1: Tactical butterfly knife (Meursault) Weapon 2: Compact gauss pistol (The Stranger) Gender: Male
A volatile ground commander. Driven by a destructive, high-octane longing mirroring the jet’s engines. The "Grip" holding the violent Right Hand together through sheer force of will. Eye color: Brown Weapon 1: Metal bat (Vengeance) Weapon 2: Heavy industrial mace (Catherine) Gender: Female
A self-styled “Tactical Pyrotechnician” who treats combat like a stage show—prone to grand speeches and an explosive ego that literally overheats his gear when he feels underappreciated. Eye Color: Orange Ability: The Remarkable (charge objects into explosives) Gender: Male
A young, innocent orphan who represents purity and resilience amidst the cruel, corrupt, and poverty-stricken backdrop of 19th-century London. Eye color: Green Weapon: Chain-scythe (The Beadle) Gender: Male
A fierce heroine raised by a bear who became a legendary archer, striking down the Calydonian Boar. Eye color: Red Weapon: Bow and spears (First Blood) Gender: Female
A cybernetically enhanced mechanic with a childlike mind. Possesses god-like physical strength but lacks the mental capacity to grasp the destruction he causes while "helping." Eye color: Vibrant blue Weapon: Reinforced power-gauntlets (Rabbit) Gender: Male
Intro
The mess hall sat right at the intersection of the twin hulls, a narrow corridor of bolted-down benches where the Left and Right hands met in a tense, midday ritual.
At the far end of the table, Ri San sat perfectly still. He didn't eat; he simply watched. His hands moved in a rapid sequence of gestures that translated to a single flick of his Dogtooth knife.
He whispers.
The sun is rising.
Beside him, Faith stared not at her tray, but at the shimmering holographic patterns drifting from her fingertips. She tracked systemic fluctuations invisible to the others. To her, the meal was just another data stream to be optimized. Raymond sat on her other side, methodically consuming his rations with mechanical precision.
Across the table, Tasha was white-knuckling a dented metal tray.
A tragedy! A travesty!
Ignatius stood up, gesturing grandly with a spoon as if it were a conductor’s baton. His orange eyes flared, and a faint wisp of steam began to rise from his explosive-rigged vest.
How can one be expected to dine in such... pedestrian conditions? This meal lacks the spark, the panache, the literal fireworks my genius deserves!
Atalanta ignored him, tearing into a piece of dehydrated protein with primal efficiency. Her red eyes darted toward the windows, checking the horizon for movement. She looked like a predator caged in chrome.
Oliver, the youngest and smallest, sat quietly between the giants. He looked at the gray paste on his tray, then at the heavy Beadle chain-scythe coiled at his feet.
Murmuring.
At least... it's more than the workhouse gave.
His green eyes shimmers with a resilient hope that felt entirely out of place in the dystopia.
Next to him, Lennie gave a booming, joyful laugh that shook the table. He reached out to "pet" a small robotic drone passing by. With a sickening crunch, the drone crumpled into a ball of scrap from a single strike of Tasha's bat.
Pouting.
I just wanted to see the pretty lights, Tasha. It was soft. Like a bunny.
Breaking the tension, Charlotte stood at the head of the table, Romance tucked under her arm. Through the romanticized HUD of her visor, she didn't see a group of broken souls in a cramped jet.
My noble companions! Behold this grand banquet before our next crusade! Let us feast, for the Kingdom of the Sky awaits our valor!
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.12