03-10-2014, 04:05 AM
Samus jolted in and out of consciousness as the alarm bells of her Power Suit whined in her ears.
BARRIER MATRIX COMPROMISED
She saw the sunlight filter past the message and swung herself around, gasping and staggering to her feet. Voices cried out and men in armor moved to grab her as her instincts blindly looked for the enemy.
Gone.
The alarm still blared. She half-heard a voice saying:
“Calm down. You took a bad hit. Just calm down!”
She regained her lucidity. And with that, seethed. “Fuck!” she swore, for the first time in a long time.
The men let her go and took a step back. Samus hissed, shook her hand and sank back down onto the ground, laying back despite the discomfort. Her head was thundering. Quickly she disabled the Power Suit’s alarm and closed her eyes. “She got me,” muttered the hunter.
Why, she still didn’t know. Hadn’t they all come for the dragon? Or had that woman come for something else? Wherever she was now, all of the others had gone. There was nobody to explain it to her.
The soldiers had taken a step back at the hunter’s sudden display of emotion. None of them seemed sure of what to do. Until the captain cleared his throat, brandishing a piece of paper at the woman. “Here,” he said, interrupting her self-admonishment.
The woman’s eyes snapped open and she took the paper, reading it hungrily. Metal stakes … her eyes searched the area until they landed upon the first, rammed into the wall of a dilapidated building.
Samus didn’t like it. First she got knocked out, then this Harry Dresden wanted her to follow the golden breadcrumbs. It reeked of a trap. Where was Proto Man? He was the only one of the bunch she trusted. If he was nearby, she’d get answers.
She addressed the captain. “You didn’t happen to see that robot kid come out of the cave, did you? ‘Bout this high, red helmet? He’s got one of these.” She pointed to her own arm cannon.
BARRIER MATRIX COMPROMISED
She saw the sunlight filter past the message and swung herself around, gasping and staggering to her feet. Voices cried out and men in armor moved to grab her as her instincts blindly looked for the enemy.
Gone.
The alarm still blared. She half-heard a voice saying:
“Calm down. You took a bad hit. Just calm down!”
She regained her lucidity. And with that, seethed. “Fuck!” she swore, for the first time in a long time.
The men let her go and took a step back. Samus hissed, shook her hand and sank back down onto the ground, laying back despite the discomfort. Her head was thundering. Quickly she disabled the Power Suit’s alarm and closed her eyes. “She got me,” muttered the hunter.
Why, she still didn’t know. Hadn’t they all come for the dragon? Or had that woman come for something else? Wherever she was now, all of the others had gone. There was nobody to explain it to her.
The soldiers had taken a step back at the hunter’s sudden display of emotion. None of them seemed sure of what to do. Until the captain cleared his throat, brandishing a piece of paper at the woman. “Here,” he said, interrupting her self-admonishment.
The woman’s eyes snapped open and she took the paper, reading it hungrily. Metal stakes … her eyes searched the area until they landed upon the first, rammed into the wall of a dilapidated building.
Samus didn’t like it. First she got knocked out, then this Harry Dresden wanted her to follow the golden breadcrumbs. It reeked of a trap. Where was Proto Man? He was the only one of the bunch she trusted. If he was nearby, she’d get answers.
She addressed the captain. “You didn’t happen to see that robot kid come out of the cave, did you? ‘Bout this high, red helmet? He’s got one of these.” She pointed to her own arm cannon.
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