Phoenix Point Kaos Enignes(2019) Apr 2026

The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.

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)

“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.” The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace