The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.
“Work? It screams,” the King grinned. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll take the Chirons with it.” PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
“Weapon’s redlining!” Subject 24 shouted as her rifle hissed steam, the barrel warping from the heat. “Keep firing!” The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace
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. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll
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 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.