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The smoke billows in front of you, blocking your clear vision. Mag-scan’s ineffective in this environment.
Your objective is the Command lance’s escape. Delta’s objective is its destruction. To go anywhere else is pointless and illogical.
Sophie slips down to low-sync, and you let her. She’s done decent enough, even if you had to force mid-sync.
“Command, Delta evaded us and is probably en route to your location. Attempting to come to assist. Does the distraction force have anything on scanners?”
Sophie puts an inquiry to Athena, while you divert power back to the thrusters, starting another leap high through the smoke.
It’s nice when your thoughts run along similar lines.
DISTRACTION FORCE WITHDRAWING, UNABLE TO ASSIST—-------
You land, then are just starting another assisted jump when the EMP pulse washes over you again, causing your leg servos to misfire and transforming what should have been the beginning of another leap into a headfirst dive straight into the front of a ruined apartment.
“What the hell was that?”
Your pilot exclaims.
“EMP again, Pilot. Attempting to compensate.”
You again, start the process of desperately resetting systems and rerouting power to bring everything back online.
One of the first things to reset is your audio and visual sensors, which pick up the impacts of Delta literally running her way through walls, getting closer at entirely too fast a pace.
Limbs back, mobility tentative but returning. Static still fills your vision, half-blind but you’re able to move and fight now. You pick yourself up from the building you literally headbutted into rubble, then continue with resetting systems, trying to move away from the closing sounds of crumbling brick and stomping limbs.
It wouldn’t be Delta if she prioritized the mission over a chance to absolutely blender a target. Shame that target is you, today, though. You can still complete yours, if you can just tie her up fighting.
Or rather, take too long to die.
“Pilot. Prepare yourself.”
There is a high probability that this fight is going to end in a sub-optimal conclusion.
Delta’s frame bursts through the building a street over, her claw reaching out to rip and tear.
Over speakers booms the cheery voice of Delta Core.
“Found you!”
