Phoenix Point Kaos Enignes(2019) Apr 2026

As the Scylla finally collapsed under the weight of scrap-metal ordinance and jury-rigged explosives, the squad didn't celebrate. They simply began scavenging the parts. In the fight against the Pandoravirus, the "clean" war was over. The future belonged to the fast, the loud, and the dangerously broken.

A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull.

The risk was the point. In the old world, a jammed gun was a death sentence. In the world of the Kaos Engines, a jammed gun was just a precursor to a bigger explosion. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)

“Work? It screams,” the King grinned. “And if the engine explodes, at least it’ll take the Chirons with it.”

“Arming the !” the driver yelled over the roar of the Kaos Buggy’s unshielded engine. As the Scylla finally collapsed under the weight

“You Phoenix types always look so stiff,” a voice rasped. It was the Scavenging King, perched atop a throne made of rusted engine blocks. He gestured to the garage behind him, where a sat humming with a volatile, makeshift core. “The Pandorans are evolving. Your shiny New Jericho tech is too slow. You need something with... personality.”

Subject 24—a Phoenix Point operative whose armor was more patches than plating—pushed through the crowd of scavenging bandits and mutated opportunists. She wasn’t here for diplomacy; she was here for the . The future belonged to the fast, the loud,

“Weapon’s redlining!” Subject 24 shouted as her rifle hissed steam, the barrel warping from the heat. “Keep firing!”