[LOCATION IDENTIFIED] Lower District Environment Status: Unusual Silence
The path to the base was too short. No sound. No presence.
The Sal Teeth' house was at the end of the street. The door was open.
[ALERT — TERRITORY VIOLATED]
The smell of blood confirmed everything. They entered.
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[ALLY IDENTIFIED] Name: Brak Title: Leader of the Sal Teeth Race: Hybrid — Half Shark Level: 30
PASSIVE ABILITIES • Super Strength: Ability of superhuman strength, increases physical damage and impact capacity. • Regeneration: Automatically recovers wounds over time; accelerates regeneration after using abilities.
ACTIVE ABILITIES • Blood Manipulation — Own Blood: Manipulates his own blood to attack, immobilize, or heal, in an area or single target.
Brak stood in the center of the room. His body was large, heavy, built for impact. Gray, thick skin marked by scars seemed tougher than leather.
His wide face displayed natural sharp teeth, always visible, giving the impression of a constant dangerous smile. His fin-shaped ears moved slowly, picking up every sound.
The black shirt clung to his broad torso. On his chest, in bright red, only one word: SALT TEETH
The metal leg supported his body with absolute firmness. Thick plates, reinforced joints — he could regenerate the leg but used it for style.
CLANG
In front of him, Snake knelt, eyes wide with pure terror. Every breath was a trembling sob.
[SNAKE — STATUS] Level: 17 Bleeding: EXTREME Mobility: NONE
Brak raised his arm, letting the blood from his wounds flow freely, floating in the air like blades. The red shone like liquid fire, tense, ready to explode.
[ACTIVE ABILITY] Blood Manipulation — Own Blood
With a sudden gesture, Brak unleashed all the energy contained in his blood. He spun his hand, and the blood shot out as hundreds of sharp projectiles at high speed. Each drop became a projectile, piercing, tearing, and crushing Snake.
[PASSIVE ATTRIBUTE ACTIVE] Super Strength
Snake's body twisted, but it was useless. Brak's blood spared nothing: bones shattered, skin tore, organs burst under the sharp liquid impact.
[EXECUTION CONFIRMED]
A scream of agony was abruptly cut off. Snake no longer existed as a being; all that remained was a pool of blood and fragments of what had once been human. The red moved for a moment, still obeying Brak's command, before slowly returning to his open wounds.
Regeneration Status: ACTIVE
The metal leg touched the floor. CLANG
Brak lifted his gaze.
— Wrong house.
Brak remained silent for a moment. Then, he slowly turned his body. The metal leg made contact with the floor. CLANG
His gaze was not on anyone — it was on the sealed compartment leaning against the back wall. Thick armor, reinforced locks, a faint light pulsing inside.
Inside it, the virus. They knew it was a virus… but didn't know what it did.
The air seemed to grow heavier. Brak stared at the compartment for a few seconds, his fin-shaped ears moving slowly, as if hearing something no one else could.
— They're not very happy… — he finally said, his deep, low voice. He tilted his head slightly, still keeping his eyes on the compartment. — …with the thing we stole.
[HIGH-RISK OBJECT DETECTED] Classification: ACTIVE VIRUS Status: CONTAINED External Interest: EXTREME
Brak stepped back.
— This changes the game — he continued. — The Snakes know. And they're not the only ones.
The SAL TEETH symbol, in bright red on his chest, seemed even more alive under the dim light.
— From now on — he said — this isn't just a street fight.
The compartment emitted a faint beep.
[SYSTEM ALERT] Faction Status: IMMINENT ESCALATION
Brak bared his teeth, serious, no smile.
— It's a silent war.
The virus pulsed behind the metal. And the city began to move.
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Brak diverted his gaze from the compartment and turned to them. His posture remained firm, dominant. His fin-shaped ears moved slowly, alert to everything.
— Tomorrow — he said, without raising his voice — if you can…
A discreet panel appeared in the air.
[GANG MISSION AVAILABLE] Type: Investigation Priority: HIGH
— Go to Inker and Vivienne's body modification studio.
Vance frowned.
— That duo deals with the underworld.
Brak nodded.
— Exactly because of that.
He took a step forward, the metal leg echoing on the floor. CLANG
— They always know who's pulling strings behind the gangs. Who buys. Who commands.
A new alert blinked.
[CURRENT OBJECTIVE UPDATED] Discover: Snake Gang Leadership Status: UNKNOWN
Brak crossed his arms.
— I want a name. — he said, directly. The silence became heavy. — After that… — he continued, the sharp teeth appearing in a cold half-smile — …I'll handle the rest.
[DECLARED INTENTION] Eliminate Enemy Leadership Faction Moral Acceptance: HIGH
Vance took a deep breath.
— Information first… execution later.
Brak confirmed with a slight nod.
— Exactly.
The virus compartment emitted a low beep.
[FUTURE EVENT CONFIRMED] Name: Snake Trail Activation: Next Cycle
Brak turned to the wall, placing his hand on the cold metal.
— The city will bleed anyway — he said. — Better to choose where.
The system waited. The mission had been launched.
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[KITCHEN SCENE — NEXT MORNING]
Outside, the city never slept. But for a few hours, the Sal Teeth did.
Morning light crossed the base, illuminating the makeshift kitchen.
In the center, 9T52, a six-armed android, moved with perfect precision. Her long, silky hair swayed slightly as each arm handled a different utensil: frying pan, spoon, knife, tray… all synchronized with almost human grace.
The green outfit fit her body practically and elegantly, allowing total freedom of movement.
[9T52 — STATUS] Model: N2 Function: Meal Preparation, Operational Support Attributes: High Strength | Extreme Agility | Maximum Precision
The aroma of scrambled eggs, crispy toast, bacon, and fresh coffee spread throughout the base.
9T52 placed each plate on the table at the exact moment, serving the group with quick but delicate movements. While everyone ate, she continued stirring pans, adjusting coffee, adding fresh fruit, never leaving anything out of place.
After serving, 9T52 remained by the kitchen, observing the group, ready for any call, silent and efficient.
[PASSIVE BUFF] Team Morale: +10% Energy Restored: 20%
The aroma of breakfast still lingered as the group finished eating, and 9T52 remained there, dedicated, needing no words, just fulfilling her function to perfection.
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[CYCLE: MOVEMENT — MISSION "SNAKE TRAIL"] Status: Active Energy: 90% Restored Team Morale: +10%
The group left the base, firm steps on the cold concrete. The morning sun reflected on dirty buildings, flashing signs, and drones patrolling narrow streets.
[ENVIRONMENT ALERT] Traffic: Moderate Visible Entities: 2 Conflict Risk: Moderate
Suddenly, on the street ahead, a blue car approached slowly. Four medium front wheels, four thick rear wheels. The vehicle dominated the asphalt with imposing presence, and the group couldn't help but notice.
As they analyzed the car, a thunderous roar cut through the air.
A motorcycle appeared, tearing down the street. The rider was a half-dragon woman, helmetless, with short horns on her forehead, subtle scales on shoulders and hands, and hair flowing in the wind.
The engine vibrated like thunder, and the way she handled the bike was lethally perfect.
[VISUAL ENTITY DETECTED] Type: Half-Dragon Hybrid Estimated Level: 25–30 Potential Threat: Moderate-High Visual Presence: Extreme
The group paused for a moment, observing her movements.
[PASSIVE BUFF: MISSION ALERT] Tactical Focus: +15% Situational Awareness: +20%
— That's not an ordinary human… — one of them murmured, eyes fixed on the bike.
— Far from it — replied another, keeping a hand near their weapon.
The blue car disappeared around the corner, the half-dragon woman vanished into the city flow.
The group continued walking, but the feeling of being watched lingered.
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[CYCLE: ARRIVAL — INKER & VIVIENNE STUDIO]
The group crossed the reinforced door of the studio, entering a spacious area full of equipment. Tables with mechanical implants, tubes of colored liquids, blinking holograms, and precision tools filled the room.
The air carried the smell of grease, paint, and electronics.
In the center, Inker stood out immediately. Half-dragon, impossible to ignore.
Dark-brown skin looked tough, almost hiding scales beneath the surface. Amber eyes, half-closed, evaluated every detail of the group, carrying the calculated coldness of someone born to command, not obey.
Short dreadlocks in shades of burnt orange fell between large curved horns, segmented and light-gray, resembling ancient draconic bones.
Long pointed ears reinforced his non-human heritage, while folded draconic wings appeared partially behind him, huge and impressive even when folded.
The fitted dark outfit, with luminous purple details, conveyed restrained power: technology, strength, and threatening presence combined.
[INKER — STATUS] Level: 28 Class: Half-Dragon / Body Modification Specialist Attributes: Strength: High | Resistance: High | Tactical Intelligence: High Potential Threat: Moderate-High
Vivienne stood next to him, watching the group calmly. Her intense purple hair reflected neon, cut in an undercut on the sides and back. Gray functional pants reinforced at the knees, and a tech shirt with blinking purple LEDs showed full readiness, every movement planned for efficiency and combat if needed.
[VIVIENNE — STATUS] Level: 26 Class: Tactical Analyst / Field Operations Attributes: Agility: High | Precision: Extreme | Strategic Intelligence: High Potential Threat: Moderate
The group positioned near the workbench. Vance stepped forward, took a deep breath, and spoke firmly:
— Inker, we need information on the Snakes. — he said, looking directly into the amber eyes of the half-dragon. — We want to know who's leading them, or at least a contact.
[PERSUASION / TRUST] Success Chance: +20% Active Attributes: Charisma: 18 | Intelligence: 16 | Ally Status: +15%
Inker tilted his head, crossed his arms, and studied Vance with calculated attention.
— You're looking carefully… — he said, deep and firm — so I can share some information. But not everything. Certain protections still need to remain.
[PASSIVE BUFF — FRIENDLY INTERACTION] Trust: +15% Investigation Focus: +10%
Vivienne remained silent, only observing, ready for any action, while the group prepared to ask the right questions and gather information about the Snakes.
Inker crossed his arms, amber eyes fixed on the group, every movement calculated and silent. Then, a thunderous roar echoed, followed by a tremor that shook everything around.
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