It did something.
The crane cart, spurred on by Blake's less-than-subtle touch, jolted forward at an incredible speed, bringing the accompanying crane cart with it. The edge of the maintenance car, held in a lower position compared to the bottom of the rear car, gave no give as the speeding objects collided. The force of the blow, in fact, did something more than Blake had originally intended; the rear coupling which held the rear tram car to the rail shattered as it was hit by the hard edge of the crane cart, and as a result, the entire rear of Tram 2 sank onto the track. The sounds of rushing wind and clattering metal was quickly replaced by deafening screeches as and rear carriage weighed heavily upon the tram's speed.
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Atop the tram, Keziah's struggle with the junkers was suddenly cut short as the rear car jerked the entire tram's forward acceleration. The junkers, obviously not anticipating the sudden change in motion, were sent flying forward in front of the tram while Keziah rolled helplessly, thrown by the motions, off the side of the tram. By a bizarre stroke of luck, the tram was passing by one of the four tram stations located around the Cirrus, and instead of crashing dangerously into the clear durandium tunnel walls the soldier careened into a large patch of decorative shrubbery. The confused onlookers of the incident were quick to rush to the aid of the fallen CSS member.
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Back along the tracks, the crane carts had unfortunately reached their final legs. The weight of the rear car had caused something of a chain-reaction with the tram couplings farther along the track, each one pressured into finally shattering themselves, further adding to the extreme drag pulling away at the tram. Eventually, Blake's chance had accomplished somewhat accomplished what they had set out to do... they were now in a relatively safe position as their acceleration began to sharply decline and the tram was coming to a stop.
It's a shame that it was the wrong one.
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With the makeshift bridge between the two trams held in suspension by Stovaa, the remainder of the passengers were able to move to the safety of the controlled tram, while Squad 35 transferred across in their place. Seconds after Stovaa himself leaped the gap onto the safety of the adjacent tram, the chain of events happening farther down the track behind them had begun affecting them. The team could do little more than watch as the tram opposite of them began to quickly fade from view, laden with thankful passengers, leaving the surviving team members with nowhere to go but forward.
Despite all distractions and some rather troublesome hurdles, Squad 35 had accomplished a handful of goals: the runaway tram was now, apparently, vacant of all innocent bystanders, and a handful of lucky members had made it onto the tram. However, the malfunctioning tram was still quite a danger to that station as it continued to speed along unfettered. With the large collection of debris now blocking the track behind them, it would appear that their window of accident-free opportunity was becoming smaller with each passing second.
The diminutive Freespacer Administrator, Peke-Twenty-Two, had followed closely behind the large ID-SOL Stovaa, looking up at him as she directed their attention to the doors leading to the adjacent tram car. "Good job, Stove. Now..." the green-haired 'Spacer clapped once and kept her hands clasped together, peering around to Stovaa's back and up and down his posterior inquisitively. "...do you have a seat, oooorrrrr do people just ride you bareback?" Although it was uncertain, Peke might have been referring to a seat similar to the one she had on her Automata partner, Goat, who was apparently not present at the moment.
