06-07-2015, 10:30 AM
Her suit flickered and sparked. She was sure that if she still had her helmet right now, the visor would be feeding her all kinds of messages. Critical damage to shielding system. Servomotors in the legs and arms were beginning to fail. The left arm had had to be removed altogether. It was no good to her if she couldn’t move it.
As for the legs, they took almost more effort to move now than if she had not been wearing the suit at all. She had to force them. Move, she willed it. And the suit responded. Every now and then it threatened to fail altogether, flickering out of existence for a half-second. She wouldn’t let it. You don’t quit until I do.
I don’t quit until you do.
She tried the predator form. A horrible creaking noise emitted, like the sound of a bass speaker backfiring, before the shoulder pads popped into their sleeker form, and the orange light faded to a blue glow. That was better. She could move easier now. One hit and she was done for anyway. She had to make the next shot count. No scraps. Just killing blows.
She looked at the flak cannon. It was busted up but it would still work. She still had firepower.
She had to find Mickey and Gildarts. Harry and Erza were dead now, at least, free of this horrible place. She knew that playing Jak’s game was what he wanted, played right into his hands. But she also knew how to turn someone’s prizes against themselves. She’d done it time and time again. The Chozo. The Space Pirates. The Galactic Federation. Even Cindy had been able to use the power of the dragons as her own. The only way to win in this world was to use everything at your disposal. That costumed asshole had managed to use the building against her. A smart move, inescapable. The enemies had outnumbered them, split them up, and taken them to pieces.
Well, she couldn’t do that. There weren’t enough good people in the world to outnumber the evil, the indifferent, the weak, the greedy, the scum. But good people were stronger. They had compassion. They had reason. And Harry, and Erza, had died standing up for their ideals. She stood here now instead of them by sheer luck alone. There was no way she was going to waste that.
She tore into an MRE. Her last. Beef brisket. That animal had died so she could live. And unlike her, there was no coming back. The Chozo, the X-Parasites, the Metroids. Every single thing and every single person she killed – they were the price she paid to be alive. The cost kept getting higher. But she would pay it. Pay it until she came to Karl Jak. And then …
Then he would pay.
As for the legs, they took almost more effort to move now than if she had not been wearing the suit at all. She had to force them. Move, she willed it. And the suit responded. Every now and then it threatened to fail altogether, flickering out of existence for a half-second. She wouldn’t let it. You don’t quit until I do.
I don’t quit until you do.
She tried the predator form. A horrible creaking noise emitted, like the sound of a bass speaker backfiring, before the shoulder pads popped into their sleeker form, and the orange light faded to a blue glow. That was better. She could move easier now. One hit and she was done for anyway. She had to make the next shot count. No scraps. Just killing blows.
She looked at the flak cannon. It was busted up but it would still work. She still had firepower.
She had to find Mickey and Gildarts. Harry and Erza were dead now, at least, free of this horrible place. She knew that playing Jak’s game was what he wanted, played right into his hands. But she also knew how to turn someone’s prizes against themselves. She’d done it time and time again. The Chozo. The Space Pirates. The Galactic Federation. Even Cindy had been able to use the power of the dragons as her own. The only way to win in this world was to use everything at your disposal. That costumed asshole had managed to use the building against her. A smart move, inescapable. The enemies had outnumbered them, split them up, and taken them to pieces.
Well, she couldn’t do that. There weren’t enough good people in the world to outnumber the evil, the indifferent, the weak, the greedy, the scum. But good people were stronger. They had compassion. They had reason. And Harry, and Erza, had died standing up for their ideals. She stood here now instead of them by sheer luck alone. There was no way she was going to waste that.
She tore into an MRE. Her last. Beef brisket. That animal had died so she could live. And unlike her, there was no coming back. The Chozo, the X-Parasites, the Metroids. Every single thing and every single person she killed – they were the price she paid to be alive. The cost kept getting higher. But she would pay it. Pay it until she came to Karl Jak. And then …
Then he would pay.
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