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Whatever lay ahead, we would face it as a team.
And in that moment, I truly believed that no matter how formidable Krexar was, he didn’t stand a chance against us.
* * *
As we trudged through the dense jungle, every step we took was heavy with tension.
I could sense Talan’s heightened alertness, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react at a moment’s notice.
The silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of alien birds or the rustle of unknown creatures, seemed to intensify the unease.
Talan’s focus was so intense that his usual confident stride had been replaced with a more cautious gait, and he’d jump at even the slightest rustle in the trees. “Stay close,” he whispered, every so often, his eyes constantly darting around as if trying to see through the dense foliage.
Confused by his heightened anxiety, I was about to voice my concern when my foot brushed against something hard on the ground.
I paused and bent down, pushing aside the leaves to reveal something I could only vaguely recognize.
My fingers closed around a flat disc with strange alien etchings across its surface.
Memories flooded back — the terror as we fled from Zylvari, the close calls, the desperate fight.
Lifting the weapon, I turned to Talan, our eyes meeting in recognition. “This… this is from before. From the last round.”
His nostrils flared as he knelt to pick up the disc. “Yes. It appears some thingshaven’treset. Maybe because they were part of the supply drop?”
Walking a few steps further, the dense forest gave way to a familiar clearing, and in its center lay the large crate from which we had first procured these weapons.
The sight of the silvery puddle — the melted remains of the alien male Talan had disposed of — was a chilling reminder of the dangers we’d faced and the battles we’d fought.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “Our one advantage over Krexar might bethis.”
“A puddle?” Talan said. “I was sort of hoping for more…”
“Not that!” I said, gesturing at our surroundings. “We know this platform, its terrains, its hidden dangers. We’ve experienced its challenges. While he’s entering it fresh, we have the memory of past rounds to guide us.”
Talan studied the items in his hands, a thoughtful expression clouding his features.
He looked up, eyes glinting with a spark of hope. “You’re right. We’ve been here, done this. It’s like… like we’ve had rehearsals for the real thing.”
“And we have these,” I added, holding up the alien items. “I don’t know what they are, but you do. We may not have had much luck with them before, but maybe, with a bit of creativity…”
He paused, taking the items from me and inspecting them closely, then his gaze shifted to the bladed weapon he held.
An idea seemed to form in his mind, his lips curling into a sly smile.
The look in his eyes was one of mischief and determination — a combination I hadn’t seen in a while.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What are you thinking?”
His grin widened. “I have a few ideas. Modifications, improvisations. With these tools and our knowledge of the platform, we might just stand a chance.”
My heart swelled with newfound hope.
Here we were, faced with a threat even more daunting than before, and yet the two of us, working together, were finding ways to tip the odds in our favor.
We set to work, our movements synchronized, every action purposeful.
While the danger loomed ever-present, there was a thrill in the challenge, a dance of wit and strategy.
