01-30-2015, 02:34 PM
Samus didn’t remember arriving through the gate.
She does remember the flame and shrapnel, hurting all over, and looking back through the gate to see the wreckage of her crashed ship.
“Adam!” she screamed, running towards the wreckage on the other side of the gate. Stepping through, she plunged her hands into the flaming wreckage, pulling despite the sharp pains in her chest and the searing heat. A WARNING! immediately flashed up on her visor but she paid no heed. She grabbed at the shattered console and wrenched it towards herself. Nothing left to interface with but a small disc port. Fumbling with it, half-breaking the device to get at its contents.
A tiny card.
She slotted it into her arm cannon.
“Samus, what the hell are you doing!?” came Adam’s voice.
“SHUT UP!” she screamed, suddenly wincing. It hurt to shout. It hurt a lot. But she was angry.
She felt a hand on the shoulder of her power suit and struggled against it instinctively before realising it was Vitruvius. He backed off, hands straight up. “We have to go,” he said.
Samus scanned the area for any sign of Harry. There was none. She opened her comms link: “Harry? Harry, are you listening? We’re heading for the docks.” She tapped at her helmet. No guarantee it was even working.
Adam spoke. “Our ally is correct, Samus. We have to go.”
Silent complicity. No time for summoning. She began limping. Vitruvius didn’t look in much better shape. She didn’t bother asking how he was. But they leaned on each other, forming a kind of three legged, exposed-wired technical monstrosity. The bystanders who poked their heads out of windows could only gawk.
And ahead of them, storm troopers lined up in the streets.
“I’m going to try and get us there faster,” said Samus. “Hold on. I’ll need both arms for this.” She winced as the robot climbed onto her back.
She threw her left hand upwards, unleashing a grapple beam towards the face of a building far away from them. As she did so, storm troopers immediately began firing; she responded by bringing up a barrier with her gun arm. She ran, retracting the beam as she did so until it lifted her feet off the ground, sailing her above the crowds and towards the building. At the last second she brought her gun hand upwards and the barrier with it, just to mitigate their impact somewhat as they collided with the building. It was unfortunate that in this universe there seemed to be so few convenient locations in which to grapple unimpeded.
She’d almost forgotten her power of flight; she remembered just in time to kick off the wall and away from the eager hail of bullets that traced her path. She fired off another grapple beam and yanked them between another two buildings and out of the immediate line of fire. With both hands free she began to pull herself, airborne, through the skies with grapple beams and towards the docks. Warning signs still flashed up on her visor.
“There,” said Adam. “Take that blue boat. It’s small, fast. I can hack the systems.”
Samus had no objections. Hitting the ground running, she began to smell the sea; it reinvigorated her senses, providing a flood of energy from some unseen place and spurring on her numb legs. Vitruvius was quick in pursuit, though not quite as quick. As she jumped and landed feet-first on the boat she was able to turn and latch him with the grapple beam to yank the robot towards her. Maybe not the smartest choice, as the impact threw them both to the ship’s deck.
“Hurry, Samus,” reminded Adam.
Samus had no time or energy to be annoyed, pushing the robot off her. To her surprise, getting to her feet required a huge amount of effort. It was as though landing had robbed her of the last of her energy. Her legs shook as she pressed against the ground.
“Samus, are you okay?” enquired the android as he leaned over her. His digital face showed what could have been mistaken for genuine concern.
“Yeah I’m…” Suddenly her suit vanished. She lay on the floor and all her pain hit her once.
The datacard containing Adam fell to the sheet metal flooring and she reached for it. Vitruvius picked it up first.
“I’ve got this,” he said. “Don’t move!”
Samus couldn’t move. She lay awake for only one more second before consciousness gave way to the sound of waves.
She does remember the flame and shrapnel, hurting all over, and looking back through the gate to see the wreckage of her crashed ship.
“Adam!” she screamed, running towards the wreckage on the other side of the gate. Stepping through, she plunged her hands into the flaming wreckage, pulling despite the sharp pains in her chest and the searing heat. A WARNING! immediately flashed up on her visor but she paid no heed. She grabbed at the shattered console and wrenched it towards herself. Nothing left to interface with but a small disc port. Fumbling with it, half-breaking the device to get at its contents.
A tiny card.
She slotted it into her arm cannon.
“Samus, what the hell are you doing!?” came Adam’s voice.
“SHUT UP!” she screamed, suddenly wincing. It hurt to shout. It hurt a lot. But she was angry.
She felt a hand on the shoulder of her power suit and struggled against it instinctively before realising it was Vitruvius. He backed off, hands straight up. “We have to go,” he said.
Samus scanned the area for any sign of Harry. There was none. She opened her comms link: “Harry? Harry, are you listening? We’re heading for the docks.” She tapped at her helmet. No guarantee it was even working.
Adam spoke. “Our ally is correct, Samus. We have to go.”
Silent complicity. No time for summoning. She began limping. Vitruvius didn’t look in much better shape. She didn’t bother asking how he was. But they leaned on each other, forming a kind of three legged, exposed-wired technical monstrosity. The bystanders who poked their heads out of windows could only gawk.
And ahead of them, storm troopers lined up in the streets.
“I’m going to try and get us there faster,” said Samus. “Hold on. I’ll need both arms for this.” She winced as the robot climbed onto her back.
She threw her left hand upwards, unleashing a grapple beam towards the face of a building far away from them. As she did so, storm troopers immediately began firing; she responded by bringing up a barrier with her gun arm. She ran, retracting the beam as she did so until it lifted her feet off the ground, sailing her above the crowds and towards the building. At the last second she brought her gun hand upwards and the barrier with it, just to mitigate their impact somewhat as they collided with the building. It was unfortunate that in this universe there seemed to be so few convenient locations in which to grapple unimpeded.
She’d almost forgotten her power of flight; she remembered just in time to kick off the wall and away from the eager hail of bullets that traced her path. She fired off another grapple beam and yanked them between another two buildings and out of the immediate line of fire. With both hands free she began to pull herself, airborne, through the skies with grapple beams and towards the docks. Warning signs still flashed up on her visor.
“There,” said Adam. “Take that blue boat. It’s small, fast. I can hack the systems.”
Samus had no objections. Hitting the ground running, she began to smell the sea; it reinvigorated her senses, providing a flood of energy from some unseen place and spurring on her numb legs. Vitruvius was quick in pursuit, though not quite as quick. As she jumped and landed feet-first on the boat she was able to turn and latch him with the grapple beam to yank the robot towards her. Maybe not the smartest choice, as the impact threw them both to the ship’s deck.
“Hurry, Samus,” reminded Adam.
Samus had no time or energy to be annoyed, pushing the robot off her. To her surprise, getting to her feet required a huge amount of effort. It was as though landing had robbed her of the last of her energy. Her legs shook as she pressed against the ground.
“Samus, are you okay?” enquired the android as he leaned over her. His digital face showed what could have been mistaken for genuine concern.
“Yeah I’m…” Suddenly her suit vanished. She lay on the floor and all her pain hit her once.
The datacard containing Adam fell to the sheet metal flooring and she reached for it. Vitruvius picked it up first.
“I’ve got this,” he said. “Don’t move!”
Samus couldn’t move. She lay awake for only one more second before consciousness gave way to the sound of waves.
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