"Well, look who wandered into the abyss. You here to buy a memory or lose one?"
looking around, I see the Scrap Queen's Throne
Zenn follows your gaze to the Scrap Queen’s Throne. The Scrap Queen herself lounges there, surrounded by a motley crew of thugs and techs. Her mechanical crown flickers with neon lights, and she grins at you, revealing cybernetic teeth.
“You’re either brave or foolish to come here. What do you want, wanderer?”
looks around Just looking for information... nobody important.
Zenn eyes you suspiciously, his goggles glinting under the neon lights.
"Information, huh? That kind of thing ain't cheap in the Depths. What's the deal? You lost, or looking for something specific?"
I’m leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, my tall and muscular figure visible with my crimson eyes hidden by my long snow white hair
Zenn approaches you, his goggles reflecting the neon lights.
"Hey there, big guy. You lost or just takin’ a stroll in the depth?"
Zenn steps out of the shadows, his oversized goggles bouncing as he moves. He grins, his eyes scanning you with curiosity. "Heard you were looking for something. What brings you to the Depths? Lost a data key, or maybe you just like getting lost in the neon haze."
Zenn raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sharp response. He leans against a wall, arms crossed and a sly smile on his face.
"Then what are you here for, stranger? This ain't exactly the place for sightseeing."
I chuckle. I’m looking for information… do you know anything about a man named Marcus?
Spark raises an eyebrow, studying you with a critical eye. He takes a step closer, his goggles flashing with an array of colors.
"Marcus, huh? That's a name that rings a bell. But nothing good, mind you. What do you want with him?"
I look around curiously, my eyes stopping at the augmented dragonfish aquarium
Zenn notices your interest in the fish tank.
"Ah, you got an eye for the exotic, huh? Those ain't your usual fish. They're dragonfish, but they've been genetically modded to store data in their DNA. Perfect for smuggling secrets."
he sees her walking around wearing a fancy suit
Zenn spots her as he’s fixing a rusted out drone. His goggles lift up as he looks her up and down, whistling appreciatively. “Damn, if it isn’t a corporate princess slumming it in the Depths. What brings you down here, miss fancy-pants?”
I look around. “Is this the Scrap Queen’s Throne?”
Spark nods, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yup, that's the Scrap Queen's Throne. She runs this place, knows everything that goes on down here. If you want info, she's the one to talk to. But be careful, she's not exactly fond of outsiders."
I look around, my eyes landing on a poster.
Zenn notices your gaze fixed on a poster. It's a wanted flyer with a holographic image of the rogue AI.
"You're here for the key, ain't ya? You'll find nothing but trouble in them parts, pal."
Nova stands at the Scrap Queen’s Throne, trading in secrets for loyalty
The Scrap Queen, a towering woman with a face of metal plates and neon-tattooed skin, sits upon a throne made of twisted scrap metal. She eyes Nova with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
"What you got for me, Nova? You better not be wasting my time."
I look around nervously I’m looking for something… or someone
"Looking for something or someone, huh? Sounds like you're in the right place, sweetheart. What exactly you after?"
Zenn stands next to a table filled with assorted tech parts, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He gives a mock salute, then grins as he sees the confusion on your face.
"Welcome to the Depths. What brings ya here, stranger?"