Summon, or She Dies.

[Gildarts]

Christa blinked several times as the light turned to dark, and the darkness, faded to a dull gray that she could just barely make out the shapes. The water was cold as ice, stabbing her in every inch of her skin. Out of her mouth, bubbles sprang, the storm endured overhead, tormenting the water and creating whitecaps above her.

Her bags full of guns and other miscellaneous weapons were floating, which was actually great, the blackness blended in with the bobbing waves and Christa didn’t have to worry about drowning the old fashioned way. The Prime sunk into the cave as a predator stalking its prey, perched, and ready for any amount of movement to cause her to spring.

Her pale eyes couldn’t see much beyond her, it was dark and rocks sprouted everywhere, jagged and unrelenting. A few of them tore through her scuba suit, one drew blood painfully, as though she’d passed a toll that required a fee. Yet, on her mind was rescuing her one and only sister, Katia, from her captor.

It felt like fate, or something much darker, unchangeable destiny. Maybe it was just Omni, mocking her, though she’d met him, and it seemed even in this moment he was sitting in his big room looking at the little boxes and watching the pain and struggle, assigning meaning to it and demeaning their hope of ever being free of these immortal tasks.

Katia hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe, maybe, Christa should have just let her rest in peace, but of all the Prime’s strengths and endeavors, never, had she had the composure to let her sister go. It was a weakness she’d had to accept. One that had cost her, made her go through trials again and again, and well, one that had broken her… Again and again.

Throughout it all though, Christa used her strengths such as endurance, devotion, stealth, agility, to slay that which threatened to bind her. Next, she’d slay her captor just as she’d slain the last obstacle. She’d gone from here to Omni for God’s sake. It was almost as though no matter how much blood Christa had sacrificed, it would never be enough.

Until today.

The bubbles continued to sprout until Christa made it to the rock-lain shore of the cave, she tossed away the mouthpiece. Her head popped up, it was empty, her floating pack slowly eased in next to her, as though her silent companion, supporting her cause. Christa closed her eyes, they were the only dry part of her now, since she’d worn goggles on her way down. She extended a hand and sensed through the rock, while she closed her eyes and released a misty breath, her body had been shocked of the cold, now it was too numb to feel the iced parts of her toes.

There was nothing around, or so her search had told her. And that was when her tall and lanky robot had appeared. He’d done as he was instructed, waited several minutes before unstealthily splashing into the water and wading through the ocean like the cold pirate the bot was. Christa raised her brows to him, but the computer-mind could not compute, nor could it speak out when it’d just programmed silence. This was a stealth mission and Christa wouldn’t have anything foiling it. There were no do-overs when the price was this high. Of that, she knew for sure.

She slipped up, her body sleek with ocean and her drenched, torn suit splashing water on the cave ground the second she’d moved to dry land. It spattered and pooled at her feet, but the chill didn’t leave her body, but rather was accentuated by the torrential wind which was mostly covered by the enclosure of cave. The robot came next. Its animatronic joints made mechanical noises, soft and unnoticeable, especially over the busy breeze. The robot had lifted all the packs from the ocean and in the meantime, Christa had lost her suit and had started unzipping to obtain the firepower essential to take this bastard down.

Christa had opted for a semi-automatic in one hand, and a laser based blaster in the other. Both would ricochet off the walls, but if she was lucky, it wouldn’t fling back at her when she’d hit full speed. Usually her aim and trajectory was spot on, it was only a matter of when she’d lay the first bullet.

Yes, she’d done the typical thing and gone in, guns blazing, but for her, everything was at stake. Her sister’s life had been taken once. That had been enough for her lifetime.

The sniper had noticed an opening in the cave, it was a crack large enough to be considered a passage, even for her tall robo-secondary here. It couldn’t have been this easy, right? She’d see her captor, maybe even surprise him, though she’d be surprised if this island in the middle of no-where had absolutely no security whatsoever, plus kidnappers were likely pretty dangerous if her own sister was caught.

Shit was about to get fucking real. Well, let’s do this then, who knows how much time I even have left? Christa stalked over to the opening, it was dark, unlit, and appeared as though it lead to nothing. The sniper wouldn’t be deceived, though she did circle around the cave to check for any other secret avenues, beside from the most obvious one.

Single file was the only way to enter this little crevice, she was armed to the teeth, quite literally, as she had placed a knife there, at the ready. Weapons in both hands, drenching and weighing down her person with ammunition and bullets, and looking pretty funny, was a pretty decent sized dagger angled sideways, held secure by her pearly whites and clamped tightly by her jaw.

To. The. Teeth.