08-11-2017, 11:56 AM
Samus pointed to the gleaming eye of blue flame, laying atop a mountain fort. “That’s clearly their base of operations. I don’t see why we should delay any further.”
Okor let loose a pestilent breath that carried seemingly eons worth of patience. “That factory.” He pointed to it. “They must be manufacturing … dark chips there.”
Samus folded her arms over. “… What’s your point?”
Okor took in another slow breath, taking his time before the exhalation of words. “We could use them … to be better prepared. To take down the … ruler of this verse.”
Samus glanced to herself, then to Madotsuki, and to Hiro. Neither of them looked much better for wear than she was. Particularly Hiro. He’d used a couple of those dark chips back there. It was only a matter of time before bad things started to happen. Worse things.
“We don’t have the stamina for that,” she replied to Okor. “You may not have been designed for indolence, but we’re human … ish,” she added after some thought. “It’s only a matter of time before our bodies give out.”
“Then … it’s better we come prepared, rather than be defeated at the final hurdle.”
Samus considered the strength of his words. It took her a moment to remember that most of her powers were locked away. She was done with big attacks and flashy power-ups. Her suit’s phazon supplies were totally expended, and who knows how long it would take for the micro-reactors to compensate? In the meantime, all they had were these … chips. One of them still stored safely inside her arm cannon.
Would one be enough? No, probably not.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Samus admitted. She turned to the other two for support, or counter-arguments.
Okor let loose a pestilent breath that carried seemingly eons worth of patience. “That factory.” He pointed to it. “They must be manufacturing … dark chips there.”
Samus folded her arms over. “… What’s your point?”
Okor took in another slow breath, taking his time before the exhalation of words. “We could use them … to be better prepared. To take down the … ruler of this verse.”
Samus glanced to herself, then to Madotsuki, and to Hiro. Neither of them looked much better for wear than she was. Particularly Hiro. He’d used a couple of those dark chips back there. It was only a matter of time before bad things started to happen. Worse things.
“We don’t have the stamina for that,” she replied to Okor. “You may not have been designed for indolence, but we’re human … ish,” she added after some thought. “It’s only a matter of time before our bodies give out.”
“Then … it’s better we come prepared, rather than be defeated at the final hurdle.”
Samus considered the strength of his words. It took her a moment to remember that most of her powers were locked away. She was done with big attacks and flashy power-ups. Her suit’s phazon supplies were totally expended, and who knows how long it would take for the micro-reactors to compensate? In the meantime, all they had were these … chips. One of them still stored safely inside her arm cannon.
Would one be enough? No, probably not.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Samus admitted. She turned to the other two for support, or counter-arguments.
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