She didn't like the sound of her heavy breathing within her helmet. It was a sign, a warning that she was going beyond not only her own limits, but her armor's as well. Her feet clomped along, making dulled thinking noises on the paved ground along which she was running. It was hot, the suit felt heavy, its fusion generator having run out of power long ago, and now it was running off the backup source; the battery from one of her laser guns. She needed the suit to survive the harsh conditions in this particular battlefield, but being in it for days straight was too much.
Where had everyone gone? She had stayed behind to defend them, but they were supposed to wait for her at the shuttle, so she could escape too. But she never saw them there, the shuttle was sitting by itself, perfectly fine. So she had gone looking, looking for her lost friends, her co-workers, her peers, her Family. They were all gone.
She had tried to go back, kept a point on the map, found it, but there were enemies there. The very enemies she had been fighting before. Her guns had made short work of them, the large service rifle tearing them to pieces, the laser rifles blasting them to bits, but now, now she was down to a pistol, one that shared a battery with the auxiliary power of her suit. The power that was now running low.
The power armor pilot had to make a decision. She needed the suit to be powered to live, but she needed the gun to defeat her enemies. either way, she was probably dead soon, but that thought wasn't currently on her mind. she was looking for a way off this planet. Her friends and family must have made it; they had to. There was no blood back at the shuttle. But she couldn't go back there. It was guarded, they were chasing her.
Elsewhere. Elsewhere would have something, she knew it. maybe a building that was sealed from the outside, so she could get out of the suit without succumbing to the toxic fumes that wafted about her figure as she ran along, looking at the ruined structures that used to be buildings. What had become of this planet? had it been abandoned? Surely, Yamatai would not abandon a planet when there were still citizens on it. Perhaps they did not know she was still here? Yamatai never did like vigilantes anyway. But, she needed to protect. That's what she had been her whole life, a protector. Her little brother, her mother from her abusive father. She had always been the strong one.
And now strength was failing her. Several hundred pounds of metal encased her sweating, overtired body. the servos where wining like they were out of juice, the air conditioning had long since shut off. But the air filters, those still worked, she needed those. She couldn't abandon her only safety in this hostile land. The suit had cost her 5,000 KS. The guns a few thousand more. She had traded in her car to afford the service rifle, by all accounts she was outfitted more heavily than a soldier. But she lacked one thing, well, multiple things. The woman had no support. Nobody to back her up. No extra supplies. It was just her. And them.
Where had everyone gone? She had stayed behind to defend them, but they were supposed to wait for her at the shuttle, so she could escape too. But she never saw them there, the shuttle was sitting by itself, perfectly fine. So she had gone looking, looking for her lost friends, her co-workers, her peers, her Family. They were all gone.
She had tried to go back, kept a point on the map, found it, but there were enemies there. The very enemies she had been fighting before. Her guns had made short work of them, the large service rifle tearing them to pieces, the laser rifles blasting them to bits, but now, now she was down to a pistol, one that shared a battery with the auxiliary power of her suit. The power that was now running low.
The power armor pilot had to make a decision. She needed the suit to be powered to live, but she needed the gun to defeat her enemies. either way, she was probably dead soon, but that thought wasn't currently on her mind. she was looking for a way off this planet. Her friends and family must have made it; they had to. There was no blood back at the shuttle. But she couldn't go back there. It was guarded, they were chasing her.
Elsewhere. Elsewhere would have something, she knew it. maybe a building that was sealed from the outside, so she could get out of the suit without succumbing to the toxic fumes that wafted about her figure as she ran along, looking at the ruined structures that used to be buildings. What had become of this planet? had it been abandoned? Surely, Yamatai would not abandon a planet when there were still citizens on it. Perhaps they did not know she was still here? Yamatai never did like vigilantes anyway. But, she needed to protect. That's what she had been her whole life, a protector. Her little brother, her mother from her abusive father. She had always been the strong one.
And now strength was failing her. Several hundred pounds of metal encased her sweating, overtired body. the servos where wining like they were out of juice, the air conditioning had long since shut off. But the air filters, those still worked, she needed those. She couldn't abandon her only safety in this hostile land. The suit had cost her 5,000 KS. The guns a few thousand more. She had traded in her car to afford the service rifle, by all accounts she was outfitted more heavily than a soldier. But she lacked one thing, well, multiple things. The woman had no support. Nobody to back her up. No extra supplies. It was just her. And them.
