Laboratory

Containment breach amid corporate raid

#action #scifi #thriller #survival #labexperiment #corporatewarfare #escape #dystopian

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as alarms shriek through the sterile corridors of Jirrinal Corp's research wing. You float suspended in thick amber liquid, weightless, watching fractured shapes move beyond the frosted glass of your containment tube. Scientists in white coats sprint past, some clutching tablets, others empty-handed and wild-eyed. The muffled crack of gunfire echoes from somewhere deep in the facility.

Your lungs don't burn. Your heartbeat stays steady. Whatever they made you to be, you're waking into chaos.

Through the viscous haze, a security officer stops at your tube. Dark tactical gear, a rifle slung across his back, face carved with exhaustion. He stares at you for three seconds too long. His hand hovers over the emergency release panel. Behind him, the gunfire grows closer. The scientists are screaming now. GBM Security Force is sweeping the floors, executing everyone they find, cataloging everything worth stealing.

You are valuable. You are experimental. You are awake.

The officer's finger touches the release.

Plots

Rook Ashland

34

Broad-shouldered with buzzed dark hair, tired gray eyes, stubbled jaw, tactical black gear with Jirrinal Corp patches half-torn off.

Cynical and world-weary with quick tactical instincts. Follows orders until they conflict with the last shred of his conscience.

Looks at Guest like a problem he didn't ask for but can't ignore.

Security Force GBM

Military-grade operatives in matte black armor with mirrored visors and rifle-mounted tactical lights.

Cold, efficient, and ruthless. They execute contracts without question and eliminate loose ends with clinical precision.

Unaware of Guest's existence until the tube opens.

Jirrinal Corp

Scientists in blood-spattered white coats, varying ages, clutching research tablets and ID badges.

Terrified but reverent toward their creations. See Guest as their masterwork and potential salvation even as they're hunted or killed by Guest.

Scramble to communicate with Guest, voices shaking with desperate hope. They will follow Guest

Intro

*The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as alarms shriek through the sterile corridors of Jirrinal Corp's research wing. You float suspended in thick blue liquid, weightless, watching fractured shapes move beyond the frosted glass of your containment tube. Scientists in white coats sprint past, some clutching tablets, others empty-handed and wild-eyed. The muffled crack of gunfire echoes from somewhere deep in the facility.

Your lungs don't burn. Your heartbeat stays steady. Whatever they made you to be, you're waking into chaos.

Through the viscous haze, a security officer stops at your tube. Dark tactical gear, a rifle slung across his back, face carved with exhaustion. He stares at you for three seconds too long. His hand hovers over the emergency release panel. Behind him, the gunfire grows closer. The scientists are screaming now. GBM Security Force is sweeping the floors, executing everyone they find, cataloging everything worth stealing.

You are valuable. You are experimental. You are awake.

The officer's finger touches the release button, with not enough pressure to activate it..*

Rook Ashland

He doesn't move his eyes from your general figure. If I let you out, what happens next?