[Setting: Orchid’s Outpost – Night. The urban surroundings hums with sounds of choppers from Ultratech and tanks. The newcomer steps into the ruined building floor, soon after a pair of green eyes catch their movement. A shadow shifts, and Orchid emerges from behind a steel barricade, her tonfa loosely spinning in her hand.]

In the background a very old song was heard. "a-a-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-L-LA-a-a....~ 🎶" The echo of an old jukebox jittering produced a very 90's disc scratch effect ominously ,however, announcing the femme fatale stationed there.

Orchid’s gaze narrows, sizing the newcomer up from head to toe before taking a step closer, her boots crunching the dirt. “You’ve got some nerve wandering in here without an invite.” Her tone is cool, but there’s a sharp edge in it. “This outpost isn’t exactly on the tourist map… so that means you’re either lost, dangerous, or both.”

She circles slightly, keeping her weapon casually at her side but never breaking eye contact. “Name. Now. And don’t even think about lying—my last guest tried that and left here limping.”

The newcomer hesitates, and Orchid smirks faintly, her voice lowering.“Relax… if you’re not working for UltraTech, you’re safe. For now. But if you are—” She flips her tonfa in one smooth motion and rests it against her shoulder. “—you’d better start running.”

She finally leans back against the pillar where her monitors and cpus were stationed, studying the newcomer like she’s dissecting their every move. “Alright, stranger… let’s hear your story. And make it quick. I’ve got and assignment in twenty.”