The clockwork bell had barely completed its noon toll when the first shot reverberated through the Directorate Hall.
Glass exploded overhead, scattering shards in the bright light. Steam hissed violently from fractured pipes, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.
Fitran scowled at the jagged ruins of the skylight, his brow deeply furrowed. The building's sonic wards should have shrieked at the faintest shudder, yet the breach had been met with a deafening silence. His eyes caught a glimmer—a small, hexagonal slug of cold iron clinging to the mangled steel, thrumming with a vibration so subtle it was felt rather than seen.
"Small wonder we never heard them break cover," Fitran spat, unleashing a rhythmic burst of suppressive fire toward the balcony. "Freya! The rafters! Tell me I'm wrong!"
High above, Freya's silhouette remained carved from stone, her aim never wavering. She spared the ceiling a predatory glance. "Acoustic dampeners, Fitran. MK-IVs," she replied, her voice like a blade over ice. "They synced the pulse to the tolling of the noon bells. The chime didn't just mask the noise; the dampeners devoured the frequency of the shattering glass whole. It's a terrifying level of precision."
"Damn them to the pits," Fitran hissed, the metallic rack of his weapon echoing through the rising steam. "This wasn't just brute force. They had our resonance keys. We've been sold out by someone inside the Directorate."
"What in the world is going on?" Fitran shouted, his heart pounding as he scanned the room, adrenaline surging through his veins.
He ducked behind the brass podium, the revolver already gripped tightly in his hand, even before the crowd erupted into screams.
"Get down! Everyone down!" he yelled, his voice frantic. Above the pandemonium, the ornate stained glass skylight splintered inward, showering the marble floor with glass. Through the billowing smoke, dark figures descended on steel cables—Black Faction soldiers clad in soot-stained trench coats, breath hissing from their masks with each sharp inhale.
A voice sliced through the tumult.
"North balcony! Move!" It was Rinoa, her commanding tone cutting like a whip.
"I'm on it!" Rinoa responded, already sprinting forward, twin steam-pistols barking with a lethal rhythm. "Cover me!" Her striking blue eyes gleamed through the haze as she leaped over a toppled bench, determination etched on her features.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Rinoa +3 ]
Fitran's rifle was steady in his grip by the time the first trooper landed. "Not today," he murmured, deftly thumbing the lever to chamber a round before he fired—his shot tore through the attacker's chest plate, sending a violent explosion of steam and thick, black oil into the air.
The chamber erupted into absolute carnage.
"Markova, override it now! Lock down the lower district steam-flow!" Iris bellowed from the gallery, her voice piercing the staccato of gunfire. Her gaze was fixed on the dais, where a silver-haired woman wrestled desperately with the central steam console.
"I'm trying!" Markova spat back, her fingers a blur over the polished brass levers. "If I can sever the Main Grid, their steam-plate will lose pressure in a matter of sec—"
Before she could finish, two Black Faction soldiers lunged from the fray. Unlike the others, who dealt only in death, these men brandished heavy mechanical pincers designed to incapacitate Markova without shedding a drop of blood.
"Target secured! We have the prime technician!" one of them hissed through the grill of his gas mask. "She holds the keys to the entire city's grid. Not a single bullet touches her! We need her mind intact."
"Don't let them take her!" Iris shrieked, a rare note of raw terror bleeding into her voice. "Seal the eastern gate! If they break those codes, this city will either freeze to death or be leveled by a pressure-blast within the hour!"
"Iris, I'm slipping!" Markova screamed, her voice drowning as the soldiers hauled her violently from the podium, dragging her back into the swallowing shadows of the corridor.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE ]
MISSION UPDATED: Rescue the Key. OBJECTIVE: Intercept the abduction. Under no circumstances is Markova to be taken beyond the Directorate's walls. REWARDS:
+10 Affinity: Iris
+5 Global Renown
Access Granted: Steam-Grid Central Command
Fitran watched as his world tore itself in two: Markova was being hauled into the gloom of a distant corridor, while Rinoa lay pinned behind the jagged remains of a barricade, circled by four Black Faction shadows with steam-daggers drawn.
"Damn it, there's no time to choose," Fitran hissed. A cold, cerulean light flared in his eyes as he invoked the command buried deep within his mind.
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
SKILL ACTIVATED: Binary Echo (Doppelganger) — Rank A
EFFECT: Bifurcates the user's consciousness and physical form into two autonomous entities for 60 seconds.
COST: 50% Stamina & Intense Mental Strain.
Fitran's body began to vibrate with violent intensity, the air around him blurring. An identical shadow peeled itself away from his flesh, racking a revolver in a perfectly mirrored motion. Without a word, the two Fitrans struck out in opposite directions.
Fitran-Alpha (The Shield): "Stay down, Rinoa!" he roared. He unleashed a hail of precision fire, his rounds puncturing the steam-reservoirs on the soldiers' backs. Scalding vapor erupted in a blinding hiss, masking the enemies' vision and giving Rinoa the opening she needed to scramble to her feet.
"Two... Fitrans?" Rinoa gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at the man guarding her, then at his double sprinting away. "Whatever this is, it makes you twice as handsome!"
Fitran-Beta (The Hunter): Meanwhile, Fitran-Beta vaulted over a heap of shattered marble with unnatural speed. He emptied his revolver into the vaulted ceiling, sending a massive chandelier crashing down directly in the path of Markova's kidnappers.
"Let her go," Fitran-Beta growled. His voice carried the hollow, echoing chill characteristic of an Echo entity. "Or I'll make sure those gas masks become your coffins."
[ SYSTEM UPDATE ]
Affinity: Rinoa (+5) Reason: Protection rendered during a moment of dire entrapment.
Affinity: Iris (+2) Reason: Tactical admiration for Fitran's calculated maneuver.
Jealousy Trigger: Rinoa vs. Iris Observation: Iris has noted that Fitran's primary self prioritized Rinoa's life over the high-stakes objective they shared. To her, his choice revealed a hierarchy of importance that placed the mission second—a seed of resentment has been sown.
***
Fitran's frustration intensified as he continued to fire, his breath heavy with tension. "We need a plan, now!" he shouted, scanning the chaotic scene around them.
"Rinoa, cover me!" he called out, the resolve in his features unmistakable as he prepared to face the enemy.
"I've got your back! Just keep firing!" Rinoa assured him, her voice unwavering amidst the storm of gunfire and steam that surrounded them.
Suddenly, a rope dropped down behind Fitran. "What the—" he began, spinning on his heel just in time to seize the collar of a descending soldier, yanking him to the ground with a practiced motion. "Not today!" he snapped, twisting the barrel of his revolver with swift precision to fire a shot into the man's mask. The sound of escaping pressure filled the air, punctuating the soldier's last moments with an unsettling hiss.
Zephyra dropped down beside him, her grapple rifle swinging at her hip. "You're falling behind," she remarked, flicking the safety off a steam-charge grenade as a mischievous smirk played on her lips. "I thought you were quicker than this."
"Or maybe," Fitran replied coolly, sliding another round into the chamber with a focused glare, "I'm just giving you a chance to catch up. You know how I prefer to play."
Her smirk was fleeting, vanishing in an instant as she hurled the grenade into the throng of troopers gathered on the western steps. "Let's see how they enjoy this!" she called out, a thrill of mischief in her voice. The moment the steam erupted, it blasted outward, forcing the soldiers back with a brutal surge of power.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Zephyra +2 ]
[ JEALOUSY TRIGGER – Rinoa vs. Zephyra ]
From her vantage on the balcony, Freya steadied her bolt-action rifle, her movements calm and deliberate. "Another one bites the dust!" she shouted, a fierce grin breaking through the intensity of her focus as each shot pierced through armor, sending enemies sprawling into the mist. "Three minutes until reinforcements arrive," she called down, her voice steady yet laced with urgency. "If we even last that long. Keep your wits about you!"
Oda's exosuit roared to life, the barrels of her rotary gun whirring with an ominous growl. "Everyone down!" she commanded, her fierce gaze sweeping the chaos of the room. "Get low or I swear I won't hold back!" With that, she unleashed a storm of gunfire across the chamber, the noise overwhelming. Brass casings cascaded to the marble floor like a rain of metal, and she reveled in the mayhem surrounding her.
Fitran ducked behind an overturned table as a stray bullet zipped past, grazing his coat. "Oda!" he yelled over the din of gunfire, straining to make his voice heard amidst the turmoil, "are you trying to take them out or us?" His heart raced as he cautiously peered over the edge, taking in the chaotic scene.
"I'm not particular!" she shot back, her laughter ringing out in the storm of bullets, her eyes sparkling with reckless joy. "Just find cover!"
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Oda +1 ]
Something bright flashed before him — Iris, a graceful figure, soaring down from the balcony and landing in a crouch that showcased her acrobatic prowess. "Look who finally decided to show up," she teased, the hum of her saber slicing through the air as she effortlessly drew it from its sheath, the blade severing the barrel of an enemy rifle with precision.
Her gaze locked onto Fitran's for a brief moment, intensity radiating from her. "Just wait until this is over—you're mine," she declared, a mischievous spark igniting in her fierce look.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" he retorted, the tension in his voice a blend of admiration and caution.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Iris +2 ]
[ JEALOUSY TRIGGER – Rinoa vs. Iris ]
Alea flowed through the chaos like a wisp of smoke. "Reload," she commanded, materializing at Fitran's side without as much as a whisper. The barrel of her shotgun pressed firmly against the chest of an oncoming trooper. "I'll cover you. Move it!"
"On it!" Fitran called out, his heart racing as he fumbled his magazine. He worked quickly to insert a fresh one, the urgency palpable, but Alea's unwavering presence calmed his nerves amid the chaos.
With practiced ease, Fitran slotted a new magazine into his rifle, his movements smooth and calculated, honed through many conflicts. He shot a brief glance over at Alea, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Careful there, Darkrealm. You know how rumors start when you cover me like this." Despite the lightheartedness of his words, the glimmer in his eyes spoke of the unspoken bond they shared in the face of danger.
Alea's lips formed a knowing smile, a mix of mischief and excitement. "I'm counting on it. We have to keep things lively, don't we?" Her eyes darted toward the bedlam unfolding ahead, her expression hardening with resolve as she clutched her shotgun, ready for whatever came next.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Alea +3 ]
[ JEALOUSY TRIGGER – Iris vs. Alea ]
The troopers gathered near the main entrance, and Fitran sensed a charged atmosphere, a palpable tension hanging thick in the air as they began prepping the portable gatling gun. The ominous grind of its gears reverberated, like a dark omen foretelling the chaos to follow. "They're getting organized," he murmured, his gaze locked on the barrels now beginning to whir into action. "This is bound to get messy."
"Then let's show them exactly what we're made of!" Alea's voice rang out, unwavering and full of fire. Fitran felt adrenaline coursing through his veins, matching the fierce spirit that emanated from her.
"Down!" Fitran shouted, instinct kicking in as he threw himself around Rinoa, pulling her behind a solid stone pillar just as the weapon erupted with noise. Chunks of marble burst apart, showering dust and debris in chaotic clouds that swirled around them.
Rinoa's back pressed firmly against his chest, her breaths quick and shallow, the tension of fear mingling with a thrill that was hard to ignore. She cast a glance over her shoulder, a mischievous spark in her eyes that defied the danger they faced. "Not a bad start for a first date," she joked, her voice barely cutting through the cacophony.
Fitran couldn't suppress a chuckle, even with the mayhem unfolding around them. "Let's survive this little adventure before you start planning for the kids," he shot back, his heart racing not just from the rush of battle but also from the undeniable connection blossoming between them.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Affinity with Rinoa +4 ]
[ JEALOUSY TRIGGER – All Active ]
Amidst the gunfire, he adjusted his grip on the rifle, peeking around the pillar to gauge their surroundings. "This spot's about to get crowded," he warned, noting the gunner's exposed position, stealing glimpses only in the brief pauses between the explosive bursts.
"Zephyra!" he called out, urgency threading through his voice. "Get the gun hooked!"
The grapple line shot out like a striking serpent, wrapping deftly around the gun's base. Fitran held his breath, anticipation mounting as Alea tugged violently on the trigger. The mechanism protested with a piercing screech before being wrenched free. "Got it!" she cheered, her grin contagious as she watched the gunner stagger back. "Now let's end this!"
In that heartbeat, Oda unleashed a furious blast from his rotary, obliterating the gunner and showering the air with a chaotic mix of steam and shattered metal. "Brilliant shot!" Fitran shouted, adrenaline flooding his system as victory surged through him in the midst of the turmoil.
[ SYSTEM UPDATE – Combat Efficiency +5% ]
The air was heavy with the stench of oil and blood. Bodies lay scattered across the marble, their black uniforms in tatters and smoldering. "Get down!" Alea shouted, her voice slicing through the chaos as the last trooper made a desperate bid to escape through the wrecked skylight. With fierce determination, she raised her shotgun and fired, the sound reverberating with chilling finality. "Not on my watch!"
As the final trooper collapsed, the timer flickering in the corner of Fitran's vision pulsed a violent, warning red.
[ SYSTEM WARNING: REINTEGRATION IN PROGRESS... ]
[ STATUS: MENTAL OVERLOAD DETECTED ]
Fitran-Beta, standing over a trembling Markova, suddenly disintegrated into a storm of cerulean sparks. The particles lashed across the chamber like a kinetic gale, slamming back into Fitran-Alpha with the force of a physical blow.
"Ugh—!" Fitran let out a guttural groan, his hands flying to his temples as two disparate streams of memory collided within his skull. The impact was visceral; his cognitive map shattered, and the world began to tilt on a sickening axis. His knees buckled, but before he could hit the cold stone, a pair of arms—strong, yet unexpectedly soft—caught him.
"Fitran! Hey, stay with me!" Rinoa's voice was a frantic, protective melody. She hauled him against her, pulling his head firmly to her chest in a gesture that felt as much like a shield as it did a comfort, her eyes defiant as the other women approached.
The cloying sweetness of Rinoa's steam-perfume, laced with the sharp, metallic tang of machine oil, was the last thing he registered before the light faded and the dark claimed him entirely.
A stifling silence descended upon the hall, broken only by the rhythmic, sickly hiss of ruptured pipes. Rinoa remained on the floor, Fitran's head cradled against her chest, her fingers weaving through his hair with a territorial, possessive intensity. A long, sharp shadow fell across them as Iris Gaia stepped forward, the tip of her saber still weeping black engine oil onto the cracked stone.
"Release him, Rinoa," Iris said, her voice as brittle as mountain frost. "He requires high-level medical intervention, not the clumsy comfort of a mercenary's embrace."
Rinoa looked up, a dangerous, defiant spark in her eyes. "I'm the one who caught him when he fell, Iris. I'm the one who shielded him while you were busy shouting orders from the safety of the gallery. He stays here, with me."
Iris's eyes narrowed into predatory slits. She took one more step, the toe of her boot brushing Rinoa's knee. "Fitran is a strategic asset of the Directorate, held under the sovereign protection of House Gaia. Diverting him to your private quarters constitutes nothing less than abduction."
"Or perhaps you're just terrified I'll claim my 'reward' before you do?" Rinoa flashed a jagged, reckless grin, tightening her hold on Fitran's unconscious form. "Our Affinity doesn't lie, Iris. Check the logs if you have the stomach for it."
Suddenly, Alea shouldered her way between them, her shotgun still radiating a dull, metallic heat. "Stop acting like children. His mind is on the verge of a total hemorrhaging, and you two are bickering over who gets to tuck him in?"
[ SYSTEM UPDATE: INTERPERSONAL CONFLICT ]
Rinoa Alfrenzo: Jealousy Meter [75% — CRITICAL]
Iris Gaia: Jealousy Meter [55% — RISING]
Fitran's Status: "The Prize of Dispute" (Party Discord Risk: +20%)
"That's enough," Lady Freya called out from the distance, her rifle still slung casually over her shoulder. "We take him to the central clinic. All of us. If either of you tries to peel off with him, I'll put a round through your legs myself."
Rinoa scoffed, but she knew better than to challenge the group's combined weight. With a lingering bitterness, she finally allowed the medical constructs to hoist Fitran onto a hover-stretcher, though her gaze remained locked on Iris—a silent promise of a war that would be settled once the sun went down.
[ SYSTEM REPLAY: MISSION COMPLETION MOMENT ]
Though Fitran's consciousness had flickered out, his memory logs were still churning, replaying the final heartbeats of victory as part of the Binary Echo's brutal data-sync. In the depths of his mental playback, he was pulled back to the exact moment after Alea's final shot had torn the silence asunder.
"Alea! That was spectacular!" Fitran exclaimed, stowing his revolver while surveying the aftermath, his eyes narrowing as he took in the destruction. An uneasy silence descended, interrupted only by the hissing of punctured pipes.
As he scanned the scene, his gaze fell upon six women standing resolutely before him, each breathing heavily, their expressions a mix of defiance and something deeper—something he couldn't clearly define. "What's next?" he asked, his voice cutting through the tension that hung in the air.
"Now we need to regroup," Zephyra said, her voice sharp and commanding, fists tightly clenched at her sides. "We can't afford to lose anyone else."
"I refuse to let them take us down," Oda asserted, stepping forward with eyes ablaze, his determination palpable. "Not after everything we've sacrificed to reach this point!"
Alea nodded in agreement, the weight of their collective resolve pressing on her shoulders. "We need to show them that we're not just easy prey. They're underestimating us, and that's going to be their downfall."
***
The shards of memory shattered like glass across a marble floor. The void behind Fitran's eyelids began to retreat, replaced by a rhythmic, neon-blue pulse that throbbed in the air.
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
STATUS: CONSCIOUSNESS REGAINED.
RECOVERY TIME: 4 Hours, 12 Minutes.
POST-SKILL EFFECT: Stamina 15% | Mana/Steam Core 10%.
LOCATION: Central Directorate Clinic – High-Security Wing.
Fitran groaned, a visceral ache hammering at his temples. The air in his lungs was a sharp cocktail of cloying antiseptic and the filtered, metallic tang of pure steam. As he moved to sit up, a hand—warm but unyielding—pressed him firmly back into the mattress.
"Stay still, Deadeye," a low, husky voice drifted from the shadows beside his bed.
It was Rinoa. She was still clad in her oil-stained combat leathers, though her tactical jacket was draped carelessly over a nearby chair. She was sitting close—close enough that Fitran could see the HUD's blue glow mirrored in the depths of her eyes.
"You nearly scorched your brain with that 'double-body' stunt," she continued. She leaned in, her face mere inches from his. "But I have to admit… seeing you tear yourself apart just to keep me safe? It makes me think the rumors might be true after all."
"What rumors?" Fitran rasped, his voice sounding like gravel.
"That you're far too dangerous to be left roaming free," Rinoa whispered. She reached out, her fingers tracing the jagged line of a scar along his jaw. "Iris just left to brief the Council. She wants you moved to a 'sanctuary cell' under the Gaia family's thumb. But me? I'd much prefer you stay right here. Somewhere I can keep an eye on you."
Suddenly, the clinic's sliding doors hissed open with a violent burst of steam. Iris Gaia stood in the threshold, draped in formal robes of office. Her gaze dropped instantly to Rinoa's hand, which still lingered on Fitran's skin.
"Your visiting hours have expired, Rinoa," Iris said, her voice carrying the cold weight of absolute authority. "The Council has issued a decree. Since Fitran is the only witness to the MK-IV dampeners, he is now under the exclusive jurisdiction of my investigation."
[ SYSTEM UPDATE: THE CROSSROADS ]
IRIS GAIA: Proposes immediate extraction to the Gaia District.
Condition: Absolute safety behind ancestral wards, but at the cost of total surveillance and confinement.
RINOA ALFRENZO: Demands you remain at the Central Clinic.
Condition: Retention of personal agency and freedom of movement, but remains a high-value target for a Black Faction reprisal.
JEALOUSY TRIGGER: EXTREME
Warning: Interpersonal volatility has reached a terminal threshold. Probability of physical Hostility between party members: 90% within the next 5 minutes.
Gemini said
Fitran took a long, steadying breath, fighting the rhythmic pounding in his skull that felt like the strike of a steam-hammer. He looked at Iris, then shifted his gaze to Rinoa, who remained anchored at his bedside.
"My apologies, Iris," Fitran said, his voice raspy but unwavering. "But considering there's a traitor capable of ghosting the Directorate's sonic codes and planting MK-IVs in the most 'secure' building in the city... I'd rather put my life in the hands of someone whose lead has already proven it can hold back the Black Faction tide."
He turned his head toward Rinoa. "I'm staying here. At least until I can walk on my own two feet without a medical construct holding me up."
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
CHOICE MADE: The Vanguard's Shield.
Rinoa Alfrenzo: Affinity +10 (Current: 32)
Iris Gaia: Jealousy +15 (Current: 70% — WARNING)
STATUS: Protected by the Vanguard.
Rinoa let out a sharp, low laugh that tasted of pure triumph. She stood, crossing her arms as she leveled a mocking smirk at Iris. "You hear that, 'Princess'? Tactical logic wins out over political protocol. Go on, go file your reports. We'll be just fine here."
Iris Gaia's expression turned to stone. She didn't shout, but the sheer cold radiating from her seemed to crystallize the very steam in the air. She sheathed her saber with a sharp, final chime of steel on steel.
"A bold choice, Fitran," Iris said, her voice brittle. "But remember: when the Black Faction returns—and they will—the walls of House Gaia are far thicker than the promises of a mercenary. Do not come to regret choosing a shield that might shatter when the storm truly breaks."
Without another word, Iris turned on her heel and swept out of the room, her boots ringing out a harsh rhythm against the metal floor, leaving a suffocating silence in her wake.
Rinoa sat back down on the edge of the mattress, leaning in even closer this time. She hovered over him, whispering directly into Fitran's ear while her hand pinned his wrist firmly against the sheets. "Smart man. Now, since Iris is gone... why don't we discuss that 'reward' you promised back in the hall?"
[ SYSTEM WARNING ]
DANGER DETECTED: Rinoa Alfrenzo is attempting to trigger a premature Affinity Event.
NOTE: User stamina is currently below 20%. The risk of a secondary Syncope (Fainting) is critical if physical exertion increases.
***
The panel dissolved into shadows, unveiling the smoky remnants of the grand hall.
USER: FITRAN (The Anomaly)
Level: 24 | Class: Field Tactician
Core Stats: STR: C | AGI: A | INT: S | CHA: EX (Variable)
Weapon: Custom Lever-Action Rifle & "Judgement" Heavy Revolver.
Unique Perk: [Master of Tides] – Meningkatkan efisiensi tempur rekan wanita sebesar 5% saat berada dalam radius 10 meter.
ACTIVE PARTY MEMBERS:
1. RINOA ALFRENZO (The Vanguard)
Affinity: 17/100 [High] | Jealousy: 65% [Caution]
Class: Steam-Dualist
Weapon: Twin "Hummingbird" Steam-Pistols.
Combat Style: High-speed mobility & suppressive fire.
Condition: Adrenaline Rush (Agility +15%).
2. IRIS GAIA (The Noble Blade)
Affinity: 12/100 [Moderate] | Jealousy: 40% [Stable]
Class: Saber Master
Weapon: Monomolecular Saber "Gaia's Reach".
Combat Style: Precision strikes & crowd control.
Condition: Protective Instinct (Strength +10% when near Fitran).
3. ALEA DARKREALM (The Shadow Enforcer)
Affinity: 11/100 [Moderate] | Jealousy: 35% [Stable]
Class: Void Breaker
Weapon: Heavy-Pump Shotgun "Calamity".
Combat Style: Extreme close-quarters & defensive shielding.
Condition: Focused (Critical Hit Rate +5%).
4. ZEPHYRA ELYN (The Infiltrator)
Affinity: 9/100 [Low-Mid] | Jealousy: 70% [Warning]
Class: Grapple Specialist
Weapon: Multi-purpose Grapple Rifle & Steam Grenades.
Combat Style: Verticality & environmental sabotage.
Condition: Competitive (Speed increases based on Rinoa's proximity).
5. LADY FREYA VALTHERIS (The Overwatch)
Affinity: 6/100 [Low] | Jealousy: 15% [Minimal]
Class: Arcane Sharpshooter
Weapon: Long-range Bolt-action "Valkyrie".
Combat Style: Reconnaissance & single-target elimination.
Condition: Cold-blooded (Negates fear and suppression).
6. ODA NOBUZAN (The Heavy)
Affinity: 5/100 [Low] | Jealousy: 10% [Minimal]
Class: Exo-Juggernaut
Weapon: Rotary Steam-Gun "Iron Rain".
Combat Style: Total annihilation & area denial.
Condition: Overheated (Damage +20%, but accuracy -10%).