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.
“Work? It screams,” the King grinned. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll take the Chirons with it.” PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
Subject 24—a Phoenix Point operative whose armor was more patches than plating—pushed through the crowd of scavenging bandits and mutated opportunists. She wasn’t here for diplomacy; she was here for the . The risk was the point
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. “Work
The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.