Artem
Blood, chrome and betrayal.
Sergeant Harry Kabutt has seen better days. He's been shot down, blown up, and then tossed to the wayside by the corporations, left to rot in a ratty apartment in gang territory.
His own limbs? Shredded, cut away, and left to rot on a mountainside. The replacement mods? Likely to fall apart or leave him to die in sepsis.
No longer an operator of the feared APS mecha, Kabutt has hit rock bottom. But he’s on foot, he’s armed, and he’s in serious pain…
…so, now it’s time to take that pain and spread it around the mega-city of Artem, see who flinches first.
Revenge never goes out of fashion…
Warfare below the streets, backstabbing and brutality.
Kabutt is out. Out of the army, out of patience and out of control, he's found a home, people to fight for, and once again, the city seems determined to screw that up for him.
He's got backstabbing elves trying to rip him off, corpos forcing him and his team into unsanctioned deathmatches for live broadcasts, and of course, the usual skulduggery, not to mention more goddamn goblins.
He's got his suit though, it might be stripped, but he's got it, he's got hope, he's got heavy firepower and hell, he might even get laid.
All things are possible... provided you've got enough high explosive, anyway.
It's time to start evening the odds...