At the 'Container Fortress' looming over the banks of the Black River.
Inside the main hall, constructed from oversized shipping containers, the decor was a grotesque mix of luxury and filth. Expensive furniture stolen from the old city ruins clashed with the rusted steel walls. A red velvet rug, stained with wine and dried blood, covered the floor.
On a throne built from truck engine parts sat 'Kaiman.' The massive, bronze-skinned man lounged with a glass of expensive wine, admiring his possessions with a twisted sneer.
His right arm was encased in a 'Jet-Black Cybernetic Gauntlet'—technology far too advanced for a slum lord. Faint purple energy pulsed through its veins... a relic of war he had scavenged from an invader's corpse fourteen years ago.
"Boss! We've collected this month's tribute!" A lieutenant rushed in to report.
"Good..." Kaiman chuckled, his voice raspy. "Those elite snobs inside the walls... they never would have guessed that a low-rank grunt like me would end up a King out here."
Kaiman's mind drifted back to the past... to the day the sky fell. While the high-ranking officers and brave knights charged out to die like moths to a flame, he chose a different path. He hid under a pile of corpses in a sewer, shivering until the storm passed. When he finally crawled out, the heroes were dead, and he was the only one left to rule over the weak.
"The winner isn't the strongest... it's the one who survives." That was his creed.
Beep— Beep— Beep—!
Suddenly, a strange 'Alien Radar' sitting beside his throne shrieked. It was another piece of scavenged tech he used to scan his territory for valuables.
Kaiman glanced at the screen, and his eyes widened.
"High-density energy reaction...?"
He jumped to his feet, spilling wine onto the rug. The screen displayed a pulsing red dot in the middle of the slums, just a few kilometers away. The energy readings were spiking far beyond the limits of standard scanners.
"Impossible... Energy this intense could power a battalion of tanks." Kaiman licked his lips greedily. "If I get my hands on that... I won't just be a slum lord anymore. I can upgrade this gauntlet and take over the Outer City District!"
Ambition, suppressed for years, exploded within him. He was tired of being a king of a mud pit. He wanted more.
"Hey! Butch! Jax! Get the boys ready, now!"
Kaiman roared, calling for his two most ruthless enforcers. His eyes were wild with madness.
"Some dirty rat dug up a 'Jackpot'... Drag them here and bring me that object!"
"Yes, Boss! Do we kill them?" asked Butch, a hulking brute with facial tattoos.
"If they resist... gut them," Kaiman stroked his alien gauntlet, grinning ruthlessly. "But be careful with the goods... That thing is my ticket inside the city walls!"
Hundreds of armed thugs began to mobilize... setting their sights on two brothers who were just packing their bags for an adventure.