The Six Sectors

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Helo

"SCRAP!!" Helo's side of things were pinned down, guards firing from every corner. "FLINT, HOW ARE THINGS WITH ENERGON AND YOU?" He yelled in the walkie talkie, hoping the dragonborn would hear him. He could barely hear himself over the reinforcements that were coming in. But he had to check on his best friend and make sure he wasn't dead.

"They are- things," Was the response that Helo earned from the prince, a notable gasp at the end of the sentence.

"I HEARD A GASP, WHAT HAPPENED?" Helo asked. All he got was static. "FLINT? FLINT!!" He contacted Nori. "I'M PINNED DOWN, HOW ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU OKAY?" He asked his Amica, hoping for the best as he fired back.

"I'm alive- WAIT YOURE PINNED DOWN?"

"YEAH WE'RE SURROUNDED, AND I'M LUCKY I FIGURED OUT MY ARMOR SITUATION AND AM NOT DEAD YET! MOST OF MY GUYS ARE DOWN TOO!" Helo reported, glad that he was in the mechanical wheel armor. He had scanned the hover car before they had left. It was quite versatile, and durable.

No other response was heard.

Helo began to freak out. Now his Amica was off-line. He groaned, firing back. It was bad enough that his armor wouldn't work with his binder, so he was seen as female. He kept firing, using the hover wheels to dodge. But even he couldn't do it for long. "Oh scrap." He breathed, panting heavily. His lungs hurt from inhaling smoke and lead from the air. This was it. He was becoming a death breather.

Suddenly, water was EVERYWHERE. Helo looked up and lit up to see the love of his life.

Her crystal eyes were glowing bright, and for just a second her gaze centered on Helo, and only Helo. A pure smile, then she went back to using her water magic to attack. However, now she was a target. Helo knew this and hovered to her side, being a shield for her. He fired away, using other functions of his armor as a weapon. The amount of soldiers changed, however, when they began marching to the position of Wheatley, Nassa and Kaithenne. Helo growled. "We best stop them."

Nori nodded. "I just hope everyone else is doing alright."

Her walkie talkie then burst loudly. "NORI WHERE DID YOU GO!?" A familiar female dragon hybrid's voice rang. Helo grabbed her talkie.

"Nori's fine, she's with me." He told Alexandria, rolling his optic eyes. "She's not gonna die on my watch." He lifted the helmet shield on his armor and kissed Nori on the forehead with a smile.

"... Is it even possible for you two not to be adorable for five seconds?" Was Alexandria's response.

Nori laughed. "We should get back to what we were doing Helo." Helo made a fake pout, and a cute one at that.

"Awww..." He scooped her off her feet and sped off, using his wheels and heading to the area, blasting guards as he went.

Nori, of course, helped. She used her water magic, since Helo was carrying her. The eventually made it to Nassa, the Fritkoses, and...another wendigo? The other wendigo was carrying Nassa. "Okay, who's this?" Helo asked, raising an eyebrow. "And where is Kaithenne?"

"This is Nassa's mother and my wife to be, Nyx Meridian." Tehya introduced. "And where is Kaithenne cause Wheatley didn't tell us."

"Oh no-" Nori started, worry in her voice.

"What?" Helo asked, kinda hurt that he was in the dark. Didn't help that he was having dysphoria.

Suddenly, a deep growl emerged from the wendigo that Helo knew. He back up, grabbing Nori. "Let her onto the field. I'll tell everyone to watch out." He grabs the talkie. "Warning, very angry wendigo hybrid incoming. Might wanna brace yourselves." He said, getting him and Nori out of the way.

Nassa shot up in complete wendigo form, letting out a deafening shriek. Helo held Nori tight as everyone else guided her to the battlefield.

Nori looked back at Nassa. "... Something's wrong with her- very, very wrong... and it can't just be her being mad or hungry."

"Something must've happened to Wheatley. Let her do her thing." He said, worried now for his friend.

Nassa did... strange things. Mimicking the voices of those on the battlefield, attacking everything she saw. Her gaze was cold and utterly devoid of all emotion other than hunger and rage. Helo kept watching.

"She's gone feral." Helo looked to the other wendigo. "Because Wheatley could get hurt from fighting his mother, and because of all the stress, she just snapped." She looked at them. "We must hope none of you are injured."

"Um...that may be a problem." Helo eventually said, his worry getting the best of him. "I have no idea how Ben is doing."