Snippet #2821552

Temujin - or what was left of him - laid on a nearby table, a pretzel of metal and muscle that barely stirred with life. His single eye flickered with a faint green glow, watching as the rogues talked with the Templar. ”Fre...ya..." he muttered, his voice lined with static. He paused. The words he would summon were unnatural to him. But they were only right. ”Thank...you."

Some time later, the doors opened, and a figure emerged, barely more than five feet in height and swaddled in an oversized marshmallow jacket over a body-hugging jumpsuit. She had a slight face, with brown almond eyes that looked around the room with great curiosity. Her long brunette hair was tied into a bun underneath a white cap, adorned with the symbol of a foreign bunny mascot. She was Ako, Temujin's mechanic, and one of the premier cyberware experts amongst the Rogues.

"I came here as soon as I can!" she said, holding a box full of tools in one hand, and a bag of snacks in the other. "So sorry. Temujin can be so troublesome," she greeted everyone inside. "Freya. Einherjar- oh!" She hopped back, narrowly avoiding a bump against the viking. The tall man was her stark opposite in size; big enough to drown her in his shadow. She couldn't help but feel intimidated.

A faint blush simmered on her cheeks, and smiled sheepishly as she backed away. Her eyes widened as she noticed an unfamiliar face… but a very familiar symbol. She gasped, then thought to herself in whispers, "That's… a Templar! Down here. In the Undercity…"

They seemed occupied with their own discussion, so Ako kept her head down and walked over to Temujin. "Oi, oi… you're in pretty bad shape, Mujin. What got you, some sort of undercity monstrosity?"

Temujin scoffed. ”No… I can deal with those. It was… the Templar." Ako looked towards Yue as she unpacked her tool box. Her eyes darted from Temujin, to Yue, then back again. At the massive cavity on his chest. "Oh."