As the drones closed in, following the Mikomi over the rocky wastes of Bowhordia, Nick began to make his way towards the ship as fast as he could. Ghi's shouted warning, amplified by her suit's external speakers, helped the grave nature of the situation become all the more apparent to the young communications tech. He picked up his pace with every rock that he weaved past seemingly offering no resistance to his determined charge back to the ship.
When the members of the crew began firing on the drones, the sporadic sounds of combat became more constant. Nick could hear the communication happening between the still armored crewmembers and the Mikomi from the subspace communicator hanging around his belt. Their frantic and short messages to one another and their seemingly coordinated cover fire for their slower, unarmored comrades gave him an iota of comfort as he neared the ship.
Slowing his pace as the ship came into sight, the Geshrin let out a sigh of relief, indistinguishable from his already heavy breathing caused from the fast pace that had marked the whole second journey to the surface of Bowhordia. The hail of weapons fire from within the ship's protective field was magnificent, and Nick felt as if his safety was now assured.
Then, he felt a sudden, sharp sting on the back of his leg. He stumbled in the yellowy sand, making a dusty cloud around where he impacted the ground. Later, he would feel himself lucky that the bolt of energy that had hit his leg was nothing more than a grazing shot, but now it felt as if his leg had a hole shot clean though it.
However, this did not slow the young Geshrin's pace, rather increased it. He quickly scampered up from where he had fallen, moving through the ship's shielding that was now only a few feet away. As he entered, he made no effort to move further into the ship's interior, stumbling over into a heap on the cold, comparatively comfortable deck, allowing himself a few moments of immediate rest.
When the members of the crew began firing on the drones, the sporadic sounds of combat became more constant. Nick could hear the communication happening between the still armored crewmembers and the Mikomi from the subspace communicator hanging around his belt. Their frantic and short messages to one another and their seemingly coordinated cover fire for their slower, unarmored comrades gave him an iota of comfort as he neared the ship.
Slowing his pace as the ship came into sight, the Geshrin let out a sigh of relief, indistinguishable from his already heavy breathing caused from the fast pace that had marked the whole second journey to the surface of Bowhordia. The hail of weapons fire from within the ship's protective field was magnificent, and Nick felt as if his safety was now assured.
Then, he felt a sudden, sharp sting on the back of his leg. He stumbled in the yellowy sand, making a dusty cloud around where he impacted the ground. Later, he would feel himself lucky that the bolt of energy that had hit his leg was nothing more than a grazing shot, but now it felt as if his leg had a hole shot clean though it.
However, this did not slow the young Geshrin's pace, rather increased it. He quickly scampered up from where he had fallen, moving through the ship's shielding that was now only a few feet away. As he entered, he made no effort to move further into the ship's interior, stumbling over into a heap on the cold, comparatively comfortable deck, allowing himself a few moments of immediate rest.