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“Work? It screams,” the King grinned. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll take the Chirons with it.”

A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)

As the Scylla finally collapsed under the weight of scrap-metal ordinance and jury-rigged explosives, the squad didn't celebrate. They simply began scavenging the parts. In the fight against the Pandoravirus, the "clean" war was over. The future belonged to the fast, the loud, and the dangerously broken. “Work

The risk was the point. In the old world, a jammed gun was a death sentence. In the world of the Kaos Engines, a jammed gun was just a precursor to a bigger explosion. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop

The deal was struck. Within the hour, the Phoenix Point squad was screaming across the Eurasian steppes. The Pandorans had established a massive nesting tower, guarded by a hulking Scylla that had shrugged off standard sniper fire for days.

The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.

Subject 24 looked at the vehicle. It was a deathtrap on wheels, bristling with oversized harpoon launchers and scrap-metal plating. “Does it work?” she asked.