01-19-2016, 09:40 PM
Her face burned red with anger, for Jade knew that she had been in the wrong to draw her weapon. There hadn’t appeared to be much else she could do at the time— create a rift down the rail-car’s middle, divide and conquer through peace talk, it had all seemed like a splendid idea to her! The mechanized soldier had a point, though; drawing a weapon was synonymous with challenge universally. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
She clenched her teeth and hissed out a sound of muted rage, like a red-hot tea kettle whistling above the wind. How could she be so wrong?
A long, drawn-out screech of metal being torn asunder distracted her from her frustration. As she looked up, popping sparks blackening the path of the electric green slice of energy hurtling towards her, Jade’s entire world was sent reeling as a tidal wave of pain and light rippled like hundreds of shards of splintered steel across her body.
The sound she made wasn’t so much of a shout as a scream, a hoarse and desperate noise that took all of her energy with it. It was swallowed up by the wind and dragged over the side of the metallic lip of the train only to be dashed upon the iron tracks below.
Miraculously, she came to not an instant later. Nausea broiled angrily at the back of her throat as she scrabbled uselessly at the steel covering, searching nearly unconsciously for her gun. Her sweaty palms slid over a patch of stinging ice, a reminder of her mistake, but no saving grace could be found. A thin trickle of liquid slid down the side of her face, sticky and sweet. Damn that thief.
In a swoop of dark shadow which sent a rush of disturbed air crawling along the nape of her neck, a dimly visible shape passed over her. Jade didn’t care much; everything around her seemed as if it were filtered through seawater or cheap, gritty film. The train was solid and cool beneath her, but she could still feel the phantom tremors from when her skull had struck against it with a thunderous crack.
The slithering, metallic slide of chains drew her gaze towards the opposite side of the railcar. A blurry, wavering silhouette, quick as lightning and faster even, was flung about as if it were a hay-stuffed doll by a denser, more starkly-illuminated shape that glimmered with a steely resolve. Jade dared not look to her side to see what had become of the raven-haired swordswoman from before.
With an enormous effort that broke through her heavy-lidded stupor with needle-like precision, Jade rose to her feet. A few odd droplets of blood slid down the side of her ankle, her grey and white striped stockings becoming rust-colored and wet. Her leg juddered somewhat; while still fighting against drooping eyelids, she recognized with a faint hint of concern that her leg was bent at a distinctly unnatural angle.
That robotic warrior had looked at her as if she were stupid. That was mighty fine by Jade— maybe she was! A dumb fucking kid without a clue about how the world works, leaping into action at the wrong place and the wrong time— she has been told this plenty of times. She needs to be looked after, placed in a padded compartment somewhere deep underground.
CreeeeEEEEAAK.
Jade smiled, a crooked little thing simmering with rivulets of blood.
She was used to being underestimated. Besides, going after big game was always a challenge!
A shower of curled metal and smashed seams peppered the ground as the rail-car roof was slowly, painstakingly warped inwards, as if to catch any wayward precipitation or persons as they fell. The air buffeted Jade from all sides, a halo of ratty and tangled dark hair rising up around her head.
“How’s this for stupid?” she asked no one in particular. They were all too busy fighting, anyhow, and the atmosphere coiled rather snugly around them, so when the mess of warped metal they were standing upon gave a little shuddering bend it was hardly noticeable. She figured they would have agreed that it was undeniably a very stupid plan.
Her eyebrows knit together in concentration, Jade strained to tug the rail-car a little further upwards. Distant cries, like coins rattling around in a tin can, emerged from the winding cabins up ahead. This rail-car was the last of the line. All it would take was a quick and easy separation with her hold over Space, and dozens of innocents would be safe.
With a great hoisting motion and a muffled sob of shrieking metal and strained muscles, the rail-car, along with the four Primes standing atop it, was wrenched several degrees to the side and detached from the rest of the train.
She clenched her teeth and hissed out a sound of muted rage, like a red-hot tea kettle whistling above the wind. How could she be so wrong?
A long, drawn-out screech of metal being torn asunder distracted her from her frustration. As she looked up, popping sparks blackening the path of the electric green slice of energy hurtling towards her, Jade’s entire world was sent reeling as a tidal wave of pain and light rippled like hundreds of shards of splintered steel across her body.
The sound she made wasn’t so much of a shout as a scream, a hoarse and desperate noise that took all of her energy with it. It was swallowed up by the wind and dragged over the side of the metallic lip of the train only to be dashed upon the iron tracks below.
Miraculously, she came to not an instant later. Nausea broiled angrily at the back of her throat as she scrabbled uselessly at the steel covering, searching nearly unconsciously for her gun. Her sweaty palms slid over a patch of stinging ice, a reminder of her mistake, but no saving grace could be found. A thin trickle of liquid slid down the side of her face, sticky and sweet. Damn that thief.
In a swoop of dark shadow which sent a rush of disturbed air crawling along the nape of her neck, a dimly visible shape passed over her. Jade didn’t care much; everything around her seemed as if it were filtered through seawater or cheap, gritty film. The train was solid and cool beneath her, but she could still feel the phantom tremors from when her skull had struck against it with a thunderous crack.
The slithering, metallic slide of chains drew her gaze towards the opposite side of the railcar. A blurry, wavering silhouette, quick as lightning and faster even, was flung about as if it were a hay-stuffed doll by a denser, more starkly-illuminated shape that glimmered with a steely resolve. Jade dared not look to her side to see what had become of the raven-haired swordswoman from before.
With an enormous effort that broke through her heavy-lidded stupor with needle-like precision, Jade rose to her feet. A few odd droplets of blood slid down the side of her ankle, her grey and white striped stockings becoming rust-colored and wet. Her leg juddered somewhat; while still fighting against drooping eyelids, she recognized with a faint hint of concern that her leg was bent at a distinctly unnatural angle.
That robotic warrior had looked at her as if she were stupid. That was mighty fine by Jade— maybe she was! A dumb fucking kid without a clue about how the world works, leaping into action at the wrong place and the wrong time— she has been told this plenty of times. She needs to be looked after, placed in a padded compartment somewhere deep underground.
CreeeeEEEEAAK.
Jade smiled, a crooked little thing simmering with rivulets of blood.
She was used to being underestimated. Besides, going after big game was always a challenge!
A shower of curled metal and smashed seams peppered the ground as the rail-car roof was slowly, painstakingly warped inwards, as if to catch any wayward precipitation or persons as they fell. The air buffeted Jade from all sides, a halo of ratty and tangled dark hair rising up around her head.
“How’s this for stupid?” she asked no one in particular. They were all too busy fighting, anyhow, and the atmosphere coiled rather snugly around them, so when the mess of warped metal they were standing upon gave a little shuddering bend it was hardly noticeable. She figured they would have agreed that it was undeniably a very stupid plan.
Her eyebrows knit together in concentration, Jade strained to tug the rail-car a little further upwards. Distant cries, like coins rattling around in a tin can, emerged from the winding cabins up ahead. This rail-car was the last of the line. All it would take was a quick and easy separation with her hold over Space, and dozens of innocents would be safe.
With a great hoisting motion and a muffled sob of shrieking metal and strained muscles, the rail-car, along with the four Primes standing atop it, was wrenched several degrees to the side and detached from the rest of the train.
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