The only other one is currently being mauled by a metallic spider in a D-Class cell filled with sleeping gas. His breathing is heavy and labored as he grabs the ammo and guns left behind by his fallen comrades, whatever Star didn't steal.
In his left hand is a pair of five grey pills. He quickly gulps them down as he reloads his pilfered weapons. His breathing lightens up, his whole body going numb from the shit ton of pills he took.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDz6ROcGQhM - A DESPERADO'S THEME"I'm..." He wheezes. "I'm Ranger Cloud. Nice to...meet you." He stands tall despite the overwhelming numbers disadvantage. "I'm not going to pretend what I'm doing is noble. Or I'm getting revenge."
Cloud cocks the hammers of his two heavily scorched revolvers. "I know I'm going to die. If nothing else, though, I'm going to die trying. C'mon, you bastards."
A grin spreads across his face. A grin your stomach twists just by looking at. Hollow, desperate, and utterly hopeless. There's hardly any light in his eyes. Only a dull, dull green now.
[HOPELESS WRECK] ...Let Shot have him. Get this over. I feel sick.
[BOUND BY DUTY] Perhaps he can surrender? This doesn't have to end in his deat-
[HOPELESS WRECK] HE'S CORNERED. OUTMANNED. OUTGUNNED. OUTWITTED. WOULD WE SURRENDER IN HIS SHOES?
[BOUND BY DUTY] There's no point to this. Yet, he continues. He carries on. If he must die, we should honor his death.
[HOPELESS WRECK] Shut it. There's nothing honorable about this.
"Well?!" Cloud hacks up blood stained spittle, dribbling down his chin. Your other fighters, except for Epsilon, hesitantly prepare for the invasion's last stand. The twisted and corrupted areas Star left behind pulse and twist around him. As if responding to his presence.
<span class="mu-s">THE DESPONDENT DESPERADO PREPARES HIS FINAL STRIKE!</span>
<span class="mu-s">THREAT CLASSIFICATION: AGAINST THE WORLD</span>
<span class="mu-s">LETHALITY RISK: NOTHING TO LOSE</span>
<span class="mu-s">SPECIAL CONDITION: FAILURES ARE FAR MORE PUNISHING. YOUR MORE HONORABLE FIGHTERS WILL HESITATE.</span>
"Twelve rounds left...enough to kill every single one of you motherfuckers." Something resembling a laugh trickles out of his mouth. "Don't...don't hold back. I'm going to prove that we're...the..."
Another wheeze. More blood trickles out of his mouth.
Ranger Zero and Isabelle are simply watching him with...pity. Zero's grip on her gun wavers. Isabelle damn near drops AFYN onto the ground.
>DICE UPDATES >Chi: 10d8 (swapped back to Spear.)>Epsilon: 9d8 (swapped back to Other Pistol)>Ranger Zero: 5d6 (Hesitation.)>Star: 3d6 (Exhausted herself. Same rules otherwise.)>Future: 7d8 (Hesitation. Can add +1 to two of his rolls in any configuration.)>Isabelle: 8d6 (Hesitation.)>Agent K: 8d8 (Same as before, but loses out on her one reroll. Hesitation.)>S.HOST: 10d6 (You may add +1 to two of his rolls in any configuration. Other mechanics stay the same) 