ASH: EUROPA - Infirmary Omega
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Sun Mar 1 11:17:55 PST 2015
On 2/18/2015 7:56 AM, Dave Van Domelen wrote:
> Caladrius adjusted the force-field clip that held my arm-cast in place.
> "Request denied, Hotspur. It took three surgeries and an induced coma to
> keep you alive. You've only been awake five days."
> "Honour their sacrifice and take the time to heal," he insisted. "A
> month has passed since your battle in Nice. Someone with as high a Tesla
> Index as you should've been back in top shape by now. You're staying here
> until we know whether your problem's biological or psychological."
Oooooooh. I'd forgotten about this.
> When I'd learned of my
> friend's selfless sacrifice, I'd vowed to never stand on the sidelines
That's... an interesting lesson to take from that.
> I left the lab and headed for Security. The architects had a bit of fun
> with the layout of the new super-infirmary. The staff wing resembled the
> Greek letter alpha, and the prisoners' side omega. A cross-shaped security
> zone linked the two, controlling staff and patient access.
> Five photonic cybers must still be at large: two cybernetic hands, a
> sawtooth exospine, a forearm with a mounted laser, and the cyber-eye still
> embedded in Dusker's head.
If you put them together, Dracula resurrects.
> I wheeled the chair into the operating theatre. Dusker was unconscious,
> with a surgical sponge over a bleeding right eye. Behind him, a hardlight
> exospine was strangling Caladrius.
> But on my first step I slipped on something round and lost my
> balance, falling flat on my back. It knocked the wind out of me, but I spied
> a photonic cyber-eye rolling for the exit.
> "Giantstar, can you hear me?" I shouted.
> "What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?" he managed between breaths.
> "It's not us. Fight the cybers."
That's not the *most* encouraging way you could've said that.
> I hopped over the lump of metal that used to be the wheelchair and
> weights, reheated the mass for another wall of steam, and kept going. "How
> do I break the loop without killing him?"
> "You can't, Hotspur, but I might. I need to touch him flesh to flesh
> for ten seconds."
Ahhhhh, this trope. Very good.
> Summoning all my power, I raised a one-meter protective sphere against all
> metals just in time. Giantstar had thrown the iron missile at my head, which
> would have smashed my skull in had my barrier not superheated it into
> liquefied metal.
Oh man, I'm imagining that visually and it's RAD.
> I threw the mirror through the emerald cyber, flash-heating a pattern of
> cracks in the silver and copper. The improvised mirror-bomb shattered into a
> countless pieces of metal and glass, blasting the photonic into reflected and
> refracted oblivion.
This too. o.ov
> No. An optical cable had been ripped out of the base of the station.
> They had escaped as light through the goddamn fibres. There was no way for
> me to follow.
I'll get you next time, Hotspur! Next tiiiiiiiiime
Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, iiiiiiiiiiiiii
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