Aidathra comes over coms. “What are you doing? You’re shooting at your own people!”
“No, I’m not,” a deep Titan voice roars triumphantly. “Youare not people! And let’s just say that Sevrin had atiny little accidentback on Hyperion. We’ve been chasing you a while, you big green asshole! Time to eat some Iridithatium!”
New guns raze rapid fire on the vessel, spitting thousands upon thousands of glowing purple bullets.
“You can thank my mate, Navi, for that littlegem.”
Commander Savage>>Local: Your ID is broken, Brother. Please repair.
Cr4Lve1>>Local:…
Craze>>Local: Please confirm receipt.
Chaos>Local: Craze! You survived! So glad to have another wild SOB on the force again!
Menace>>Local: Craze, when did we lose you? There was a husk like yours on Ellipsis.
Craze>>Local: Fell during the jailbreak.
Their ship continues its devastating onslaught.
Craze>>Local: Have a few other units with us. Ranger…
A missile tags us in the side. Red alerts fill the cabin.
My body jolts. My helmet cracks under some sort of debris. We’re hit again.
“Armor!”
He grabs me, frees me from my seat, and jumps out into space.
Air vents from my helmet and my knee as we slowly rotate and drift away from the Skysprinter. Another Titan ship explodes not far from ours. It only takes one more hit for ours to go.
Armor breaks off a unit from my thigh and snaps it over the hole in my knee that’s letting in an agonizing cold. He breaks one off of my other thigh and places it over my helmet. It seals but blocks most of my vision on my right side.
Armor>>Esthielle: Hang on beautiful. We’re on our own.
Armor clutches me tightly, ignites his boots, and races us through the battle. I can’t quite tell where we’re going, but I think he has a plan.
It can’t get any worse, can it?
But all I can see for sure is the Solcrue berserker that drops out of the mothership.
“Shit.”
