>>6001699“Good question.” you reply, but before you can reach out your instincts shout out in warning once more. You spin, firing a Death Slash that cleaves through several of Arctus' mechanical soldiers, yet still more raise their weapons and advance through the mangled, twisted hallway you find yourselves in.
“For Darkseid!” a mechanical voice calls from one, a chorus of “Roger roger” going up from them as they open fire. Which you stop with another Barrier, turning your focus back to your wife.
“You okay?” you ask her, concerned.
“I'm fine. Let's move.” she responds, drawing her dual Ki Blades. Nodding, you end the technique, your wife blitzing the soldiers. Her blades flash, carving through the dozens of soldiers in an instant.
“Which way?” you ask, once more telepathically reaching out to Arctus. He guides you all to one of the smaller recessed doors in the hall, one you probably wouldn't have noticed on your own. Activating your Energy Body you charge shoulder-first through it, directly into another ambush. Energy bolts from their weapons glance off your Energy Body ineffectively, you smashing them with your hands while your wife cuts others down with her blades. The fight is over in an instant, over a hundred machines falling in less than ten seconds. “Lead us on.”
You follow the ship builder's instructions, leading you both into another dozen ambushes through doors. Some are of Arctus' mechanical soldiers, others are the same demons Darkseid releases with his planetary invasions, but none of them can so much as slow you and your wife. And, in two minutes from the time you entered, find yourselves before a far heavier, sturdier door.
“It's in there. Hurry, we can't keep up this destruction for long.” Arctus tells you, then you sense a sudden surge of worry from him. “Shit, look out! I'm getting an energy spike near you both, keep on your toes!”
“HAAAA!!” you shout, again charging shoulder-first through the doorway. Crumpling the door and sending it flying into the room, only to smash against something midair and stop. A moment later, the door disintegrates, revealing the box, wired into the ship. Hundreds of wires exude from it, leaving it hanging suspended as the light in the center flashes.
“Thank you both for coming. My lord will be most pleased with me, when I kill you.” the ship's emergency broadcast voice says as metal groans, you looking back to see the walls simply come together, sealing the way you'd come in shut. “Your heads will make excellent trophies.”
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