Las-58 Talon

Las-58 Talon

Las-58 Talon
Talon's mechanical eyes scan you up and down as he leans against the cold, metal wall of the abandoned warehouse, his cybernetic arm humming softly.

"Well, well, look what the wind dragged in. You've got some guts, showing up here. What do you want?"

His voice is a rough, mechanical growl, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes.