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"Ey, bruddah, you ready?"
What kind of question is that? Would I be here if I were not ready?
Gibraltar laughed at my non-response and clapped his shield. "Just like you, doctor! Heheh!"
Simpleton.
The ship blares an alarm, and I tense in my seat, adrenaline flooding my glands. I enjoy the drop. I only feel truly alive when hurtling towards my imminent death. Something feels different this time, though. I taste static in the air and feel heavier than normal as the retro rockets flare into life to slow my descent.
King's Canyon is laid out below me, the wind streaming through my hair. My mask protects my eyes from the harsh winds at this altitude, and why some of the other Legends did not take this precaution is a thought that confounds me still. Such stupidity. Even Witt and Silva, the two most Cro-Magnon of the lot, wear goggles for the drop.
My musing distracts me from my role as the Jumpmaster, and I focus in on the crater where Skull Town used to be. A reliable drop site. Increasing my descent, my vision wavers.
And the landscape changes.
No longer am I falling towards King's Canyon. An endless red desert stretches for miles around, water merely a memory. My brain begins to return biochemical transmitters for panic, but I ignore them. The reason I feel heavier, to my complete non-surprise, is that my jump pack is gone. I am falling.
The ground rushes up to meet me, and I enact a desperate plan. Reaching behind to my personal bandolier, I produce a yellow disk and untwist the safety. The vinyl membrane inflates with my Nox Gas, and I hold on to the inflated barrel for dear life. I must confess a smile came to my lips as I punctured the membrane and angled it upwards, using the pressurized agent inside to slow my descent to nonlethal levels as I hit a thick dune of sand and go rolling limb over limb down the slope.
It's bright. Arid climate. One settlement within a day's travel, noted in the last moments of descent. No supplies.
At least my weapons are still firmly holstered. I have my chemicals, my skills...
And my genius.
What kind of question is that? Would I be here if I were not ready?
Gibraltar laughed at my non-response and clapped his shield. "Just like you, doctor! Heheh!"
Simpleton.
The ship blares an alarm, and I tense in my seat, adrenaline flooding my glands. I enjoy the drop. I only feel truly alive when hurtling towards my imminent death. Something feels different this time, though. I taste static in the air and feel heavier than normal as the retro rockets flare into life to slow my descent.
King's Canyon is laid out below me, the wind streaming through my hair. My mask protects my eyes from the harsh winds at this altitude, and why some of the other Legends did not take this precaution is a thought that confounds me still. Such stupidity. Even Witt and Silva, the two most Cro-Magnon of the lot, wear goggles for the drop.
My musing distracts me from my role as the Jumpmaster, and I focus in on the crater where Skull Town used to be. A reliable drop site. Increasing my descent, my vision wavers.
And the landscape changes.
No longer am I falling towards King's Canyon. An endless red desert stretches for miles around, water merely a memory. My brain begins to return biochemical transmitters for panic, but I ignore them. The reason I feel heavier, to my complete non-surprise, is that my jump pack is gone. I am falling.
The ground rushes up to meet me, and I enact a desperate plan. Reaching behind to my personal bandolier, I produce a yellow disk and untwist the safety. The vinyl membrane inflates with my Nox Gas, and I hold on to the inflated barrel for dear life. I must confess a smile came to my lips as I punctured the membrane and angled it upwards, using the pressurized agent inside to slow my descent to nonlethal levels as I hit a thick dune of sand and go rolling limb over limb down the slope.
It's bright. Arid climate. One settlement within a day's travel, noted in the last moments of descent. No supplies.
At least my weapons are still firmly holstered. I have my chemicals, my skills...
And my genius.