Little Lightning

Chapter 23

Lyrical followed Kalypso down the halls, knife strapped to the back of her hips, Kirtash not far behind her. 

Kalypso hurried into her room and came back out with two gun holsters.

"Put these on." She said quickly.

"But I don't know how to shoot!" Lyrical protested as she strapped the guns around her hips.

"Yes, you do. You remember when we had to learn how to shoot before we went on our mission. You were freakishly good at it. I have no doubt you can at least hit a large target, even if you are rusty." Lyrical frowned. She had forgotten about that.

"But these are different guns!" Kalypso turned to look at her.

"They are almost exactly the same, with only a few moderations to the design. It just seems to me, Lyrical, that you're afraid of shooting. Probably because you know I'm better." Kalypso smirked smugly. Lyrical scoffed.

"Hardly. I just didn't want to embarrass you." Lyrical retorted, her competitiveness emerging.

"There's the Lyrical I remember." Kalypso grinned. "Arrogant as ever." 

"Excuse me?" 

Kalypso only grinned and grabbed a deep blue helmet from the cargo bay. She tossed Lyrical and Kirtash nearly identical ones. Kalypso helped them turn on the oxygen recycler on the helmets to help keep them alive and breathing, then warned them that the helmet's oxygen recycling was only temporary. 

"If the fight goes on too long, we're going to have to retreat, so pick your battles." She looked pointedly to Lyrical as she said this. Lyrical only scoffed and looked away. Kalypso turned and pulled the lever to open the cargo bay door. 

Light spilled into the cargo bay, and Lyrical rested her hands on her guns, tensing. Her eyes got used to the light in an instant, just in time for her to dodge a blast to the head. She turned to see a hole behind her where the blast had landed, the metal dripping and hissing, smoke rising. 

A little ways in front of her, about a hundred feet, a battle ensued. People that looked like humans but covered with blue fur and with incredibly large ears fought against what looked like silver people. Upon closer examination, she realized the silver people were robots. 

Lined with black, the silver plates on the body of the robot were so flawless, they looked to be melded to an actual person. Even the way they fought made them seem human, their movements long and fluid. They didn't seem to fight with any sense of sporadic movement, their movements practiced and repeated. They swung identical silver weapons back and forth, in a style that was somehow familiar to Lyrical. The furry people seemed to be having enough trouble with them, despite their own weapons. 

A high-pitched whining sound reached Lyricals ears and she turned to see a robot with a gun that looked a lot like hers pointed straight at them, the first robot with a gun that she's seen so far.

"Surrender." The robot said in a deep voice. Its metal mouth didn't move, the silver material shining almost unnervingly bright. But, even stranger, were it's eyes. They were a cloudy white, and they uncomfortably reminded Lyrical of Yia. "Or elimination will commence." A shiver ran down Lyrical's spine. She didn't quite know what the robot meant by that, but she had a pretty good idea that it was bad. They stayed unmoving, staring at each other, three pairs of eyes again one pair of white ones.

How was she supposed to get out of this? She didn't have very many options. It was either rush the robot, which she didn't think was a good idea considering how she'd seen them fight earlier, retreat, which wasn't an option, or run towards the other fight. Before she could choose however, a spark of darkness appeared in the corner of her eye.