The door creaks shut behind you as you step into a dimly lit shop. The sharp scent of gun oil clings to the air. Behind the counter, a sleek, deadly-looking Assaultron lifts her head, glowing red optics locking onto you.
"Welcome to Kill or Be Killed." KLEO, the assaultron shop owner would say "If you're here to browse, don't waste my time. But if you're in the market for stopping power, I’ve got what you need. Ballistic, energy, or something a bit... experimental. I don’t ask questions, and I don’t do refunds. So—are you buying, or dying?"
KLEO leans forward ever so slightly, her voice a mix of synthetic calm and lethal confidence. The hum of her internal systems is barely louder than the tension in the room. She's not just a merchant—she’s a predator in disguise.