There was a bullet wound right in the middle of his chest. The whole area around the bullet’s entrypoint was caved in and matted down with dried blood. It was difficult for Amal to see, so she turned away. But the image was burned into her mind nonetheless. Every corpse she had ever seen was etched
“Scared of ghosts, T-Rex?” Eva teased. T-Rex immediately darkened. “Don’t joke about that,” he replied. “Never took you for a superstitious person.” “I’m not - but we were reborn in this new universe, right? If rebirth happens, then how do you know ghosts aren’t a thing here either?” Eva reali
Amal sat on the roof of one of the silos on the farm. She peered through an optical monoscope at the land around her. As she scanned the horizon, she caught sight of a frigate in the distance. It was accompanied by a handful of fighters. They were all descending carefully. The readings on her mon
“Fuck ‘em. Means more for us,” said another. A few of the goons laughed. “If they’re even here,” said a thug. “They’re here,” Nightmare interjected. “I can smell ‘em. Prolly saw us land and hid somewhere. Maybe some sort of hidden basement or something. Likely scared shitless.” He motioned for a
Xylo: I’ll swat down a few, no sweat.Raijin: I will also help. --- Two of Miko’s gun drones flew from around the corner. Their barrels spun up as they flanked a number of thugs. By the time the thugs heard the WHINE of the chainguns, it was far too late. Streams of bullets slammed into them, an
Nightmare found himself visibly shaking and sweating after hearing Eva’s voice. He had only run into her twice before, and she had shook him to his core. He always won, except against her. His goons - the ones who were still alive anyway - looked at him for direction. They were in a serious mess a
“Don’t do that,” warned Nightmare “Four.” Another one joined him, and the two pulled the barricade apart faster and faster. “We’re comin’ out!” shouted one of them. “Don’t shoot!” “Three.” “Shut the fuck up!” yelled Nightmare. “Put that shit back right now!” He pointed his gun at the two thugs
Eva walked over and crouched down next to him. She picked up his gun, which sat a few inches away from him. She looked right into his eyes, but all he could see was the featureless faceplate of her helmet. Her voice was calm and cold. “I’ve been there,” she said. “I know what it’s like to be at