The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.
The risk was the point. In the old world, a jammed gun was a death sentence. In the world of the Kaos Engines, a jammed gun was just a precursor to a bigger explosion.
As the Scylla finally collapsed under the weight of scrap-metal ordinance and jury-rigged explosives, the squad didn't celebrate. They simply began scavenging the parts. In the fight against the Pandoravirus, the "clean" war was over. The future belonged to the fast, the loud, and the dangerously broken. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
Subject 24—a Phoenix Point operative whose armor was more patches than plating—pushed through the crowd of scavenging bandits and mutated opportunists. She wasn’t here for diplomacy; she was here for the .
The deal was struck. Within the hour, the Phoenix Point squad was screaming across the Eurasian steppes. The Pandorans had established a massive nesting tower, guarded by a hulking Scylla that had shrugged off standard sniper fire for days. The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace
“Arming the !” the driver yelled over the roar of the Kaos Buggy’s unshielded engine.
“Work? It screams,” the King grinned. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll take the Chirons with it.” In the world of the Kaos Engines, a
A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull.