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Xylos Scavengers Last Stand

Xylos Scavengers Last Stand

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The air crackles with unspoken tension. You stand knee-deep in shimmering, iridescent muck, the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nostrils. Above, the crimson twin suns of Xylos beat down with relentless ferocity, baking the alien landscape into a tapestry of jagged obsidian peaks and phosphorescent fungal forests. You are Kaelen, a Scavenger, one of the last survivors of the ill-fated Helios Project. Generations ago, Earth sent a fleet of colony ships to tame this world, to claim it for humanity. They failed. Catastrophically. The Xylossian ecosystem proved too hostile, the native lifeforms too… adaptable. Now, all that remains are rusted husks of colony ships, scattered across the poisoned plains like the bones of dead gods, and desperate pockets of survivors clinging to life in the shadows. Your gauntlet beeps, displaying a flickering image of a grizzled face etched with hardship. It's Lyra, your contact, the one who doles out the jobs, the one who keeps you fed. "Kaelen, you readin' me? Got a high-priority salvage run for you. Rumors of a pre-collapse research facility pinpointed near the Obsidian Spire. They say it holds tech the Corpses'd kill for." The Corpses. Derelicts, mutated humans warped by Xylos's twisted energies, driven mad by the whispers carried on the solar winds. They are the ever-present threat, the howling nightmares that roam the wasteland. And they are just one of the dangers that lurk on Xylos. Lyra's voice crackles again. "Intel suggests heavy Corpse presence. And… something else. Reports of… anomalies. Unexplained energy spikes. Be careful out there, Scavenger. This could be your big score… or your last." You grip the hilt of your plasma blade, its familiar hum a comforting counterpoint to the unsettling silence of the alien world. The Obsidian Spire looms in the distance, a jagged finger pointing towards the unforgiving sky. You take a deep breath, the recycled air tasting metallic and stale. Your journey begins now. Your survival depends on it. What do you do?

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