"Oh, shit."
I say, now suddenly aware that I am not safe in the slightest.
The guns snap to life, slowly charging up with an ascending tone.
I drowsily lunge away to the side just as the first and second shot zap straight through the area I was just in.
The bots readjust their aim to my new position, and restart the charge-up process, just as I regain control of my body.
The situation is very quickly very precarious. Every possible way out is blocked, except... the sky.
I sluggishly leap up to gain speed in the air, and start my ascent.
I sign them off with my hand and smirk slyly, knowing that nobody can touch me. "Ha! piece of cake!.. See ya later suckers!"
Though before I can escape into open air, my face violently bonks into a hard surface that I can't see, accompanied by a very strange electronic noise.
Well, nobody can touch me, but anything can.
My face falls from the invisible surface, and I flop to the ground, accepting my fate as the railgun on the left whirrs to my position.
I lay a corpse crumpled on the ground, and desperately force my eyes shut while waiting for things to end.
But just before the rising sound of the laser can begin, I feel something touching and pulling my leg from out under the very convenient sewer manhole below me.
I fall down into the sewer below just as the shot connects with the roof above, as I scream on my way down.
Crashing down onto the concrete floor, everything is spinning.
An endless tubular tunnel stretches down my left and right, and keeps perfectly consistent all the way.
Behind and above me, a figure clad in brown and brass, stands atop a ladder pulling a strained, tired expression.
The person is just to the side of the hole I came through, and is still closing it from when I came down.
She seems to be a Sackgirl, with thick, knotty, orange hair down in a bunch at her shoulders.
Her eyes are covered by a visor of sorts, and the red glow of the glass is one of the only things illuminating the tunnel.
"What the f*ck!? Who are you? What's going on?!" I shout, through the bombardment of lasers.
The woman looks down at me in desperation.
"That doesn't matter! All you need to know now is that you're safe!" She stumbles on the ladder. "For now!!" Replies the unidentified woman from the top of the ladder.
Although she did say that, I don't quite believe her.
I'm proved right as a loud banging booms from the manhole lid, shaking the entire space including us.
The woman corrects herself. "Ok, maybe not."
Her ladder starts wobbling more as the intensity of the hits become much more aggressive, and as the hatch seems to shift a bit.
"Hey, you, help me lock this thing!!!" She points down at me without being distracted from her current task. She's actually pointing to a spot next to me, but through my low-end vision I haven't seen anyone else yet, so I take the hint.
"The forcefield will be enough to hold them out till w- uh, you, can get out of here!!" She goes on, as she reaches for an interface on the underside of the hole, pressing some sort of button which activates something.
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Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)
Science FictionIn a world of perfection, Hector Heckin' Damon is the opposite. Desires to sin plague his life, until he's transported to a world in which those who sin are discarded as Undesirable. Now stuck in an alternate version of Craftworld, Hector tries to u...
