Beeps and Buzzes

🦕 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8

　　　
Distance was the only advantage you three had right now.

Reaching one of the numerous maintenance tunnels that split off from large gaping hallways; very human cries of terror rendered you all still, everybody clicking onto the fact it was Tessa.

"Dad! Help me!"

Whipping your head about, trying in vain to pinpoint her location, a task made difficult thanks to the labyrinthine layout of this vessel. Speculating she was at least close enough to be heard with some clarity, just not close enough to see her.

"Hey!" Cade responded

"Tess!" Shane followed

Speeding down this never ending stretch of hallway, shielding both nwn from behind as hostiles steadily encroached upon your merry band. Thanks to experience, you shot pure and true, throwing all that you had to keep them far away.

On a lighter note, you had to respect Cade's skills in using that weapon. Each shot was suspiciously accurate whenever a drone strode into your general vicinity.

Smelt like a Military background.

Skipping through another corridor, eventually Miss 'Juliet Law' made her grand appearance looking no worse for wear. Sprinting towards all three of you with what came off as a desire for safety, colliding into Shane's outstretched arms caging him in a death grip!

"Shane! I love you, I love you! You saved me!" the traumatised teenager bawled into his shoulder, disregarding every effort you or her father made in effort to rescue her. Or, well, it was mostly Cade spearheading this whole thing - you were no more than a snarky Disney sidekick at best.

Shane combed her hair, nose burying into those cascading blond strands "I know, I know" he placated, welcoming all this unearned credit.

Suckinh through your teeth, feeling second hand embarrassment, rocking back on your heels "oooh I'm getting, like, major flashbacks here" such treasured memories, those times when Sam disregarded your contributions.

At your side, Cade huffed "oh yeah, he saved you, yep," sounding deeply unimpressed by his daughter's favouritism "I think you and Mr Surrender have a lot to catch up on, sweetie" taking it further, throwing in a sarcastic "he saved me too. You should've seen him, my hero - let's go now"

Falling into another bout of running (you would once again like to thank the Matrix for near infinite stamina), between light pants assured him "you'll get used to it," attempting to be empathetic although came off as patronising "I had to watch Sam get a medal from Obama"

Wasn't all bad. Mudflap and Skidz bestowed you with your own award, a piece of strangely bent fibreglass almost resembling a pyramid. Had a good, long life as a beloved ornament before all your worldly possessions got repossessed and sent into storage. Never saw it again.

Ending up inside a large ventilation tunnel, passing between slowly rotating blades of an oversized fan, "Hey, Mr Yaeger" Shane wheezed as you all slowed to a grinding halt "you're good with technology. You gonna invent us someway outta this one?"

Charging ahead in a sudden burst of speed, you pulled rank so fast you may as well have given everyone whiplash "nope, it's my turn now. We're going to go old school for this one! Follow me, ladies and gents, to freedom" praying you had managed to assert some dominance. You truly, sincerely, didn't want to go into space and asphyxiate.