I woke up in a cold sweat, the mechanical whirring of my body drowning out the echo of my heartbeat. It was just another day on this shithole of a planet, but it felt different somehow—charged. My circuits buzzed with a kind of anticipation, a sensation I hadn’t felt since before I was framed and dumped here. I sat up, feeling the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the present pressing down on me.

  The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the ramshackle buildings of the makeshift town that had become my home—or as close to home as a place like this could offer. The air smelled like rust and oil, a far cry from the fresh breeze of my previous life. I scanned the area, making sure no one had been lingering too long outside my sleeping quarters.

  I pushed myself off the cot and stepped into the narrow corridor of my shack, the metallic floor cold beneath my feet. Inmates drifted by, their robotic bodies creaking with every movement. It was a strange existence, being alive yet not alive, filled with memories of flesh and blood that were now nothing but ghosts in the machine.

  I made my way to the central square, where a few long-term inmates had set up makeshift stalls to trade goods. Most of it was junk—scraps of metal, outdated tech, the occasional food ration. Survival here wasn’t about luxury; it was about getting by, day by day.

  As I stepped into the square, I spotted Jax, a wiry guy with a quick tongue and even quicker hands. We’d known each other long enough that I could trust him with my life—or at least with my stash of energy cells. Jax had a knack for finding things. If it existed on this godforsaken planet, he could get his hands on it.

  “Caius! Over here!” he called, waving me over with a grin that exposed a row of chipped and uneven teeth.

  “What do you have for me today?” I asked, forcing a smirk in return.

  “Got a fresh shipment of spare parts,” he said, gesturing to a pile of scrap. “A few working servos and some power cells. Good stuff. Only for you, my friend.”

  “Thanks, Jax. You know I’ll owe you one,” I replied, inspecting the items.

  “Just don’t end up dead before you can pay me back,” he shot back, chuckling. “You’re the only guy here who can keep my circuits humming. I need you alive to keep me in business.”

  I chuckled, but it didn’t take long for the laughter to fade. While Jax and I had developed a bond, the world outside our little exchanges was still full of danger. Trust was a currency that was hard to come by here, and every inmate had a hidden agenda.

  As I was about to leave, I caught sight of Reeve across the square, flanked by a couple of his thugs. He stood there, all brute force and charisma, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone around him. The last thing I wanted was to get on his radar again, but the heat radiating off him made my circuits tingle.

  “Watch yourself, Caius,” Jax said quietly, nudging my arm. “He’s got his eyes on you.”

  “Not surprised,” I muttered. “I still owe him for that little run-in last week.”

  “Yeah, and he doesn’t take kindly to debts,” Jax warned. “You might want to avoid him until you’re ready to pay up.”

  I nodded, casting one last glance at Reeve before heading away. Jax’s instincts were usually on point, and I had no intention of getting caught in Reeve’s web of violence again.

  As I navigated the winding paths between the shanties, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. I felt the presence of eyes trailing me, lurking just beyond the shadows. There was a constant threat in this place, a looming danger that left me on edge, even in my robotic shell.

  Just then, I bumped into Lina, a tough woman known for her sharp tongue and sharper reflexes. Her silver plating was scratched but intact, a testament to her survival skills.

  “Caius,” she greeted me, crossing her arms. “Heard you had a little tussle with Reeve. You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”

  “Yeah, luck seems to be the only thing keeping me alive these days,” I replied.

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  She smirked. “You should know better than to poke a hornet’s nest. Reeve doesn’t forget. You cross him, he’ll make sure you pay.”

  “I’m aware,” I said, irritation bubbling under the surface. “I’m working on it.”

  “Work faster, then,” she shot back. “This isn’t a game. One wrong move, and you’ll find yourself in a world of pain.”

  Lina moved to walk past me, her movements fluid and confident. I admired her tenacity but was reminded of the fragility of my own situation. I was stuck in a game where the rules were dictated by fear and violence, and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep playing.

  I finally found some solitude on the outskirts of the town, away from the prying eyes and whispers of the inmates. I leaned against a rusted wall, letting the sun's rays warm my metallic skin. For a moment, I let myself forget the chaos and just breathe.

  But that peace was short-lived.

  I heard footsteps behind me—heavy, deliberate. I turned to see a figure approaching, a shadow slipping through the light. My instincts kicked in, and I readied myself for a confrontation.

  “Caius,” came a low voice, smooth yet laced with malice. It was Vex, another inmate I had a complicated history with. Vex had a reputation for being untrustworthy, always scheming to climb the ranks in this brutal hierarchy.

  “What do you want, Vex?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

  “I heard you’ve been stirring the pot,” he said, taking a step closer, eyes glinting with interest. “Reeve isn’t the only one who remembers you.”

  “Good for you,” I replied, crossing my arms defiantly. “I’m not interested in whatever plans you have.”

  “Oh, but you should be,” Vex pressed, a smile creeping across his face. “There’s a storm coming, and you might want to choose a side before it hits.”

  “I can handle myself,” I snapped back, irritation bubbling to the surface.

  “I don’t doubt that, but this is different. It’s bigger than just you and Reeve. This is about survival.”

  Vex was right, but I didn’t like admitting it. I didn’t trust him, and I had learned the hard way that alliances in this place could be as dangerous as enemies.

  “Why should I listen to you?” I challenged.

  “Because I know things, Caius,” he said, his voice lowering. “Things that could keep you alive. The gangs are shifting. New players are coming in, and they don’t give a shit about old grudges.”

  “What’s your angle?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

  “Just trying to keep the balance,” he replied with a shrug, the pretense of innocence hanging in the air. “You could either get crushed in the crossfire or join in and have a fighting chance.”

  I considered his words, weighing my options. Trusting Vex could lead me into a trap, but if he was telling the truth, I couldn’t afford to ignore it.

  “I’ll think about it,” I finally said, trying to keep my tone noncommittal.

  “Good choice,” he said, flashing that infuriating smile before walking away.

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My mind raced with possibilities, but I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked. Reeve was still looming, and I needed to find a way to navigate this treacherous game without losing myself in the process.

  With a renewed sense of urgency, I made my way back toward Jax. I needed to gather more intel, find out what was happening within the chaotic web of alliances and betrayals. I needed to be ready for whatever came next.

  As I approached Jax’s stall, I spotted a group of inmates huddled together, their expressions tense and serious. It wasn’t unusual for tension to run high, but something about this gathering felt different.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice cutting through the murmur.

  “Word is that Reeve is planning something big,” Jax replied, glancing around nervously. “He’s tired of you sticking around like a bad smell. He wants you gone—one way or another.”

  “Great,” I muttered, frustration bubbling up again. “I’ll need more than luck to get out of this.”

  “Look, Caius, you can’t keep dodging him forever. You need to confront him, or he’ll make a move first,” Jax advised, concern etched on his face.

  I nodded, knowing he was right. “I’ll handle it. But first, I need to know what’s happening with the gangs.”

  Before Jax could respond, a loud crash echoed from the square, followed by shouts and the unmistakable sounds of violence. My heart raced as I rushed toward the noise, ready to face whatever chaos awaited me.

  In the center of the square, a brawl had broken out. Inmates were shouting, fists were flying, and the air was thick with tension.

  “Get back!” I yelled, trying to navigate through the crowd.

  As I pushed my way closer, I spotted Reeve in the thick of the chaos, his thugs pummeling another inmate on the ground. Adrenaline surged through me, and instinct took over. I had to intervene before things escalated further.

  I dove into the fray, dodging blows and shoving past bodies until I reached Reeve. “What the hell is going on?” I shouted, trying to be heard over the din.

  “Just settling a score,” Reeve replied, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. “You should join us, Caius. It’s more fun this way.”

  “Not my idea of fun,” I shot back, grabbing his arm. “Let him go. You’ve made your point.”

  “Is that right?” he sneered, his smile widening as he pushed me back.

  But before I could respond, the fight shifted, and chaos erupted all around us. I realized that I was standing on the edge of a precipice—one wrong move could tip the balance.

  I took a step back, scanning the scene, feeling the weight of my choices hanging in the air. Trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford, and survival meant making decisions that would either keep me alive or send me spiraling into danger.

  As the fight escalated, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm Vex had warned me about was finally here. I was trapped in this mess, and the only way out was to confront the enemies that had been lying in wait all along.

  Here are the crimes the characters have committed so far that led to their new life on the prison planet. I thought it might help flesh out the characters if we knew a bit more about them.

  Caius

  Framed for corruption and collusion while serving as a security officer. Accused of accepting bribes to ignore security breaches, which led to a catastrophic incident resulting in multiple deaths, all orchestrated by a corrupt faction within his organization.

  Reeve

  Convicted for leading a violent gang that engaged in extreme acts of brutality, including torture and murder. His gang specialized in ambushing corporate convoys and taking out rivals. Reeve relished in the chaos, often personally executing those who crossed him and using fear to maintain control. His reputation as a ruthless enforcer makes him a dangerous figure in the prison society.

  Jax

  Involved in a series of high-tech heists targeting government facilities, leading to violent confrontations with security forces. He was caught during a botched job where hostages were taken, resulting in injuries and fatalities. His technical skills made him a valuable asset to his gang, but his reckless nature led to his downfall.

  Lina

  Convicted for industrial sabotage after hacking her employer’s production lines to cause dangerous malfunctions as an act of rebellion against corporate exploitation. Her actions resulted in injuries to workers and significant financial loss to the company, which she justified as a fight against a corrupt system but ultimately led to her imprisonment

  Vex

  Convicted of cyber-terrorism and fraud after orchestrating a massive data breach that not only exposed corrupt practices within major corporations and government systems but also involved stealing sensitive information for personal gain. Vex intended to unveil wrongdoing but manipulated the data to profit from selling it on the black market. His actions resulted in widespread chaos, including identity theft, public panic, and significant financial losses, leading to injuries and arrests. While he portrayed himself as a whistleblower, the dual nature of his crimes made authorities view him as a dangerous hacker who could not be trusted.