>>5161872>>5161888>>5161892Target: 12
10, 12, 13
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
The thing roars, it's voice warped and brutal. You can feel it rumbling in your spine, rattling your brain. The high pitched howling belongs to a girl, the only other Emperor class pilot that remained. Anastasia is diving down. Even from so far away you could feel the ripples she made. "How long does this thing need to charge?" You ask across the LO, voice heavy with panic. Against the resisting force you turn the small weapon back and forth, stumbling over to Katerina. You climb into your shell, mind fortifying itself further. The suit made every action a battle, gritting your teeth you pushed hard. Within the third layer
She circles you, like some black eyed shark watching every action intently. Breathing raggedly as the other pilot replies you crouch beside Kat's jittering Phobos. "Give or take forty seconds."
Your Ejector still had about twenty seconds left. Thinking fast you rattled off more questions, the sound of concrete shards skittering across metal made your hairs stand on end. Even if it was the sound of a whisper your Phobos picked it up. "Can you prepare each other's Phobos so their Ejectors are ready for me. Or could you give me one of yours?" Ivan scoffed across the comms as the duo strode towards the raving machine. "Not possible, they have to release it themselves and they are in no state for that." Another bellow escapes as your device climbs closer to being ready. "We'll deal with the big one, just get them out!" A tone plays through your core, signalling the ready state. Using your empty hand you try and hold Kat's Phobos still.
The moment you make contact with her you feel hands snake around and tightly gripping your neck. More find their way around your wrists as other fingers sink in around your ankles. Trying to hold you down. The girl whispers pleas of help, the words driving you forward. Choking you, your lungs calling out for air, you press the end of the device into where her core should be. You pull the trigger. The murky orb around you boils as you hear the crackle of electricity. Pain lances up your other arm and the oppressive hands fall away as you feel the charge disperse. The metal began to part, the interlocking plates bowing to reveal the core. She had nowhere to go, the orb dangling around ten feet from ground held up only by the nerve clusters. You saw her head appear, pulling herself free. You reach out and she falls into your palm, her dive suit torn and ripped.
