DAR wrote:

     Sylia glanced over at the red-suited Saber, wondering if
'improvise' in this case meant what she thought it would.  Indeed,
Nene had already disassembled part of the lock casing and was creating
an temporary

a temporary

 interface for her hardsuit's computer.  "Careful, Nene,"

she cautioned.  "Be sure you can put it ack

back

Unless she's doing a 'Bill the Cat' impersonation.

together when you're done.

We don't want to leave any signs."

     "Right, right," Nene answered, not looking away from the
dismantled panel.  "Now... touch this, and that... ok,

always recommend spelling out 'okay' myself. It looks better.

 I'm in.  Now to

decode it..." She fell silent again, absorbed in her work as the
lights on the panel's remaining faceplate flashed in rapid sequence.

Ohh. Flashing lights on a panal, just like Star Trek and other older sci-fi
movies. :)

     "They're running some sort of brute-force decryption on it,
Sylia," Nene observed, glancing over the readouts.  "That explains
they heavy hardware.  Looks like someone didn't want to share his
knowledge."

     "Better for us," Linna said quietly.

     "Yeah, well, let's just get it and get out of here," Priss
growled impatiently.  "There's something fishy about this whole mess."

GENOM might be running the old 'Since I can't crack the safe, I'll let my
smart enemies do it for me' scheme.

     Nene's voice was cut off by the wail of a half-dozen alarms.
"Oh, no..." Nene groaned.  "...they set a trap on one of the files!
Its

It's

     Sylia came to a quick decision.  "Nene, stay here.  Try and jam
their communications if you can."  Not waiting for a response, she
charged back into the fray, both arm cannon

cannons

     "Linna, go!" Priss shouted, still engaged with her own opponent.
She stepped back, levelling her railgun to fire two shots into the
boomer's chest, leaving two sparking wounds and pinning shut the
emitters on its heat cannon.  Still, its other systems remained
undamamged,

undamaged

     Linna screamed in pain, but the sound was short--cut-off--and she
crashed against the wall in a lifeless heap.  Sylia stared in horror
as alert warnings flashed red in her visor, warnings which led her to
only one conclusion.

She's dead, Jim... err, I mean Priss.

     "What about Linna?!" Priss shouted in fury.  "Are we going to
leave her here?"

     "YES!" Sylia insisted.

Err, she does need to destroy the hard suit, I would assume, unless it
automatically destroys itself beyond a certain amount of damage.

      Her thoughts turned to Priss, who had vanished into the night
those days ago without a single word.  She could hardly blame her for
that; she knew Priss was blaming herself for Linna's death.  Linna had
died in her  place,

extra space.

 after all, and with Priss' history of losing

friends, it was  nearly

and here

 an automatic response for her to blame herself

for such tragedy.

     Of course, Sylia would hold her own measure of blame in Priss'
eyes as well, having taken from her any chance of vengeance.  What
else, though, could she have done?  She would not allow Linna's
sacrifice to be in vain.  She could not let Priss die.  She suspected
Priss would never forgive her for that.  Perhaps in time... but she was
not

hopeful.

extra line break

     Nene had known the danger, of course; she was with AD Police, and
she knew very well what boomers were capable of.  Death, though, had
never touched her this closely before,

Obviously she's never hung around any of the canon fodder rank and file of
the ADP. They drop like flies all the time. :P

Nice opening prologue. I'll wait and see if you send more.

DB Sommer




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