On a planet with no name, a top secret experiment has gone horribly wrong. Cy-bugs, adaptive mechanical life forms initially conceived for recreational purposes, were redesigned for the military by the A-Toy Corporation. Modified and produced for the intent of a new generation of superweapons, the Cy-bugs proved too great to control.
We are humanity's last hope. Our mission: Destroy all Cy-bugs.
Deep within the dark depths of a metallic labyrinth, within a near-empty square chamber littered with semi-rusted crates, pipes, panels, and other mechanisms lining the walls, a dimly lit computer screen flickered on a console at the far end. Bathing the room in a cold teal, the screen blinked between showing function stats of the surrounding facility and pre-recordings of several people who once inhabited said facility. The sound emitted from the monitor's speakers was somewhat garbled and crackled with static at a low volume, so not much was comprehensibly heard out of it.
Behind one stacked pyramid of crates, a set of yellow eyes peered from behind, the light emitted from the optics replacing the black shadows cast by the crates. Their gaze lingering at the partially-functioning computer screen, the eyes blinked a couple times before slinking away back into the cover of the darkness, the sounds of clattering against the metallic concrete floor echoing across the surrounding spaces.