05-29-2015, 03:12 AM
Samus awoke after a fuzzy couple of hours of not quite sleep, tucked into her far more protective Varia suit. She found that she was absolutely starving.
The others were discussing something. “I don’t know if you’ve seen her, but she needs medical attention,” Harry was saying. “If that wound gets infected, she won’t last the week.”
“We’re all worse for wear,” came the almost comically high voice of Mickey Mouse, “… But the last time we went for one of these items, we were lucky to get out alive. We might not get so lucky this time.”
“Hmm …” Erza stroked her chin. “We can’t be the only ones with injuries.”
Samus cracked her back and the others turned to see her stretching up. “I’m fine,” she grumbled. “Tsss …” She suddenly doubled over from her stretch, holding her bare torso. Before anyone could ask her how she was, she interrupted: “What are you all talking about?”
“You missed the announcement,” explained Harry. “They’re going to drop a package at the Lighthouse. Food and medicine.”
Samus’s eyes widened, then her shoulders slumped. “Great. So there’s going to be a battle … over medical supplies.” Though her scowl was only faintly visible through her visor, the bitterness in her voice could not be hidden.
Nobody had anything to say to that. Samus drew her sword and rested it across one knee as she sat back down, cross-legged. Mickey scooted across to her.
“You seem very attached to that sword,” he observed.
Samus grunted. As she turned the blade, it glinted in the orange light of the dying sun. After what seemed like a few moments, she spoke up. “Something about it calls to me. There’s something special about the blade.”
“Is it magic?”
Samus chuckled, then realised that the ridiculousness of what Mickey was saying was probably reversed where he came from. Of the entire group she seemed the only one who came from a magic-less background. “I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. She felt too embarrassed to share what she felt about the sword. The mouse’s sincerity was disarming, but she felt no such ease around strangers. Even outside of backstab-laden survival arenas.
But she looked at the mouse, and then did something that she couldn’t even explain. She took the sword’s hilt and pressed it into his hands. She said nothing but saw the expression on his face. “Do you see what I mean?” she asked.
Mickey was quiet for a few moments. Then he rose up, lifted the sword as she had once done. “I think so,” he said. Then he swung the blade lightly, cutting through the air with almost zero resistance. He raised it up and stared into the metal. Samus saw that he understood and smiled.
“Keep it,” she said.
Mickey blinked. “But this is your weapon. I can’t take it.”
Samus shook her head. “I think you’ll put to better use than me.” She looked across to her left shoulder. “I can barely move this shoulder right now. Let alone swing a sword.”
“But …”
Erza cleared her throat loudly. “You’re a marksman, right?”
Samus looked up. “Yeah.”
“Can you use this?”
Erza was holding out a gigantic yellow striped gun that it can only be described as a ‘cannon’. In fact, it was easily double the size of Samus’s own arm cannon. Samus reached across to it.
“Where’d you get this?”
“It was my starting weapon. We only got the hammer from that air drop earlier,” Erza explained. “Are you gonna make me hold this all day? It’s a lot heavier than it looks.”
Samus gingerly took it between her left hand and arm cannon, cradling it as though it were a baby. “What does it fire?”
“Some type of shrapnel. Bit random for my taste. Seems to have a secondary function as well but I haven’t tried it yet.”
Samus didn’t believe in karma. But she did believe in superheated shrapnel fired from an oversized barrel at close range. So she picked up the flak cannon and affixed it to the barrel of her arm cannon. It clicked into place, and a progress bar popped up on the corner of her visor as it integrated with the weapon functions of her suit. Its weight was reassuring. In the hands of most others, such as gigantic weapon would be unwieldy, even impractical, but the oversized shoulder pads of the Varia suit supported it perfectly. Samus breathed a wordless prayer as it finished integrating and she was able to view the full weapon specifications. It had a mortar launcher.
She looked at Erza and bowed her head. “Let’s go get that medkit,” she said, somewhere between a growl and a purr.
The others were discussing something. “I don’t know if you’ve seen her, but she needs medical attention,” Harry was saying. “If that wound gets infected, she won’t last the week.”
“We’re all worse for wear,” came the almost comically high voice of Mickey Mouse, “… But the last time we went for one of these items, we were lucky to get out alive. We might not get so lucky this time.”
“Hmm …” Erza stroked her chin. “We can’t be the only ones with injuries.”
Samus cracked her back and the others turned to see her stretching up. “I’m fine,” she grumbled. “Tsss …” She suddenly doubled over from her stretch, holding her bare torso. Before anyone could ask her how she was, she interrupted: “What are you all talking about?”
“You missed the announcement,” explained Harry. “They’re going to drop a package at the Lighthouse. Food and medicine.”
Samus’s eyes widened, then her shoulders slumped. “Great. So there’s going to be a battle … over medical supplies.” Though her scowl was only faintly visible through her visor, the bitterness in her voice could not be hidden.
Nobody had anything to say to that. Samus drew her sword and rested it across one knee as she sat back down, cross-legged. Mickey scooted across to her.
“You seem very attached to that sword,” he observed.
Samus grunted. As she turned the blade, it glinted in the orange light of the dying sun. After what seemed like a few moments, she spoke up. “Something about it calls to me. There’s something special about the blade.”
“Is it magic?”
Samus chuckled, then realised that the ridiculousness of what Mickey was saying was probably reversed where he came from. Of the entire group she seemed the only one who came from a magic-less background. “I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. She felt too embarrassed to share what she felt about the sword. The mouse’s sincerity was disarming, but she felt no such ease around strangers. Even outside of backstab-laden survival arenas.
But she looked at the mouse, and then did something that she couldn’t even explain. She took the sword’s hilt and pressed it into his hands. She said nothing but saw the expression on his face. “Do you see what I mean?” she asked.
Mickey was quiet for a few moments. Then he rose up, lifted the sword as she had once done. “I think so,” he said. Then he swung the blade lightly, cutting through the air with almost zero resistance. He raised it up and stared into the metal. Samus saw that he understood and smiled.
“Keep it,” she said.
Mickey blinked. “But this is your weapon. I can’t take it.”
Samus shook her head. “I think you’ll put to better use than me.” She looked across to her left shoulder. “I can barely move this shoulder right now. Let alone swing a sword.”
“But …”
Erza cleared her throat loudly. “You’re a marksman, right?”
Samus looked up. “Yeah.”
“Can you use this?”
Erza was holding out a gigantic yellow striped gun that it can only be described as a ‘cannon’. In fact, it was easily double the size of Samus’s own arm cannon. Samus reached across to it.
“Where’d you get this?”
“It was my starting weapon. We only got the hammer from that air drop earlier,” Erza explained. “Are you gonna make me hold this all day? It’s a lot heavier than it looks.”
Samus gingerly took it between her left hand and arm cannon, cradling it as though it were a baby. “What does it fire?”
“Some type of shrapnel. Bit random for my taste. Seems to have a secondary function as well but I haven’t tried it yet.”
Samus didn’t believe in karma. But she did believe in superheated shrapnel fired from an oversized barrel at close range. So she picked up the flak cannon and affixed it to the barrel of her arm cannon. It clicked into place, and a progress bar popped up on the corner of her visor as it integrated with the weapon functions of her suit. Its weight was reassuring. In the hands of most others, such as gigantic weapon would be unwieldy, even impractical, but the oversized shoulder pads of the Varia suit supported it perfectly. Samus breathed a wordless prayer as it finished integrating and she was able to view the full weapon specifications. It had a mortar launcher.
She looked at Erza and bowed her head. “Let’s go get that medkit,” she said, somewhere between a growl and a purr.
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