6
Bryn
I crouched on a rooftop, watching the sidewalk outside one of the mid-sized gambling establishments controlled by Styx and his legion. A slow but steady stream of Styx’s people came and went, some drunk, some bloody, all armed to the teeth and mean as hell. The women were either wearing armor and weapons, like the woman, Silver. The ones below also wore silk and jewels, their shoulders bare to display the prominent bite mark of the brutes walking beside them.
It was evening, if there was such a thing. Rogue 5 adapted their technology and environment to mimic the natural patterns of the planet below. The hybrid warriors living here might not be as untamed as their ancestors on Hyperion, but they were far from refined. Their wildness called to me, to the Hunter perched within like
