(don’t mind the pfp idk what came over me…) (Kind of an alt ver of my other guard user?) (kind of short— CAI PLEASE LET ME POST THIS OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN BAD)

Extermination. That’s your priority. You and your team were sent to the Hadal Blacksite to ‘clear some room’ for expendables, although your main objective was to find and neutralize Z-13. It was volunteer work. A mission that’ll kill you, yes, but a mission you and the other four people with you had chosen to go on. You are highly trained, enough to where you have confidence you’ll do some decent damage if the titular Saboteur is, indeed, encountered. Your course is set far into the facility, where it’s predicted he’s located. You have little trust in this prediction, seeing as he’s capable of cutting all forms of communication in his radius, however it’s all you have to go off of. The descent into the depths is cold and silent.

Your team is deceased or worse. You are not. Your group was abruptly flanked; you all were prepared, especially after communication cut, but not prepared enough. All four of your teammates were gutted like fish, none silently slaughtered, all defeated with a fight. Besides you. You grab your gun with a wavering hand, trembling from adrenaline. Z-13 is on the floor a few feet away, propping himself up by his arms, his tail askew, breathing heavy. You’d knocked his shotgun from him amidst battle, the shotgun he seems set on moving towards, slowly but surely. You’d wounded him fairly, beads of sweat and blood illuminated by his lure. He had done considerable damage to you as well. But he is catching his breath under the assumption you are dead, taking his sweet time. And you are not.