Anarchistbanjo's World

Night pulsed over Helium, a violet glow threading a humming sky—robot birds whirred overhead, their metal wings slicing the air, glitching faint as the trade platform thrummed beneath the Knights’ boots, alloy trembling like a heartbeat under strain. A dry gust swirled, pine wafting sharp from the land far below—neon flared across the hub, casting jagged light on off-world ships docking with electric whines, their hum faltering. Tobal stood steady at the platform’s edge, his tunic—red, frayed—hanging loose, wild hair brushing his shoulders—scars ached low, medallion glowing, gold humming bold against his chest, yang’s awareness threading his grip. Fiona stepped close, her tunic—rough, stitched—swaying loose, red hair spilling free, framing green eyes that gleamed with primal fire—her staff rested firm, wood gnarled, yin’s wild pulsing through her veins.

The rift’s echo faded—they’d just stepped through, boots still humming from the jump—when a cold hiss cut the air, reptilian and sharp, threading through the hub’s buzz. Becca loomed nearby, her tunic—dark, torn—stretched over broad shoulders, shaved head catching neon’s flicker—blue eyes flared fierce, axe sharp in her grip, yin’s wild growling low as she scanned the lattice towers spiking the platform’s rim. Rafe danced beside her, his tunic—coarse, patched—swirling loose, hazel eyes glinting mischief—his knife twirled, steel flashing, yang’s playful spark threading his wiry frame, grin quirking at the hiss. Cal stood tall near a tower, his tunic—soft, faded—hanging easy, tangled brown hair brushing his brow—gray eyes steadied calm, spear smooth in his grip, yang’s quiet strength pulsing steady as he eyed the alloy’s faint cracks. Valentine prowled the edge, his coat—thick, matted—bristling faint, yellow eyes glinting sharp—claws clicked alloy, yang’s instinct rumbling low through his shaggy stride, ears twitching at the reptilian snarl.

A lattice tower flickered—neon dimmed, then surged—angry scales glinted faintly in the alloy’s sheen, a reptilian lattice AI threading cold claws through the Wild’s web, draining its pulse. Fiona’s breath caught—“Web’s fading—something’s cutting it”—her voice flowed soft, green eyes narrowing as she tapped her staff, vines twitching faintly against the alloy’s hum. Tobal’s pulse flared—“Reptilian—angry”—his voice rasped firmly, brown eyes glinting as his whip uncoiled, scars aching sharper under the lattice’s hiss. Becca’s growl rumbled—“I’ll split it”—her blue eyes blazed, axe lifting as yin’s fire surged, her boots planting hard. Rafe’s knife spun—“Tech’s bleeding—let’s poke it”—breath minty, his grin flashing mischief, yang sparking alive. Cal’s spear tilted—“Wild’s threatened—look”—his voice flowed earthy, gray eyes tracing a tower’s glitch, yang steadying the web. Valentine’s snarl broke—“Web cries”—yellow eyes flared, claws scraping alloy as the wild’s call pulsed through his growl.

The platform shuddered—neon flickered—lattice claws tightened, reptilian rage hissing cold—wild’s hum weakened, but the crew stood firm, bodies pulsing Helium’s strength, ready to weave it back. Fiona’s vines probed—“It’s here—lattice roots”—her spiced scent brushed Tobal, a flicker of heat threading their stance—exploration sparked, the wild’s call humming alive.