Mission 2:
Chapter 5: Evacuate
-THE PROBLEM September 4th 2548 1459 hours-
Wyoming ran down the halls of the ship. All around him panels exploded off the walls and torn wires hung from the ceiling and sparked. Georgia was on his tail. The two men had to get out soon or the ship would explode with them on it. "Maine where are you?" Wyoming asked his com link. "bridge. I've engaged Commander Grim in combat. You need to leave now." Maine's voice was hoarse and clouded by the sounds of explosions and metal clanking against each other.
Maine lunged with his knife nearly catching Grim between the plates but he stepped clear and brought his ax high above his head. Maine kicked his calf and he toppled over to one side, the ax slamming to the ground. Grim stood up and crossed both arms in front of him before snapping them down to his sides. Two crescent blades ejected from his fore arms and locked in place. Maine grabbed his other shoulder and pulled out another knife.
Grim charged head lowered Maine took a strong stance and braced himself drawing one knife back winding up for a big punch. Grim side stepped at the last possible second planted his foot to pivot and swung from behind Maine. The blade on his arm impacted with Maine's back plate. The blade stuck long enough for Maine to turn and drop an elbow on the mans head. Maine swung his knife at grim but was reflected by the blades. Maine grabbed hold of Grimm's upper arm and raised his knife. Grim grabbed his raised arm and pulled on his trapped arm to free it. The two warriors struggled for dominance. An explosion between them was the tie breaker. Grim picked him self up off of the floor after being thrown from his feet. He looked to his opponent Maine was engulfed by flames.
He didn't seem phased at all he just charged Grim with new rage. His one knife came winging high. Blocked by one blade but the other knife caught him in the visor. The slash had ripped deep into the helmet not deep enough to kill him but to render the helmet useless. Grim brought his own blade up and ripped through Maine's helmet as well. Maine backed off dropping both knives to the floor of the ship and gabbed his helmet. Grim took the opening. Maine ripped off his helmet and batted Grim with it. Maine straightened up and walked toward him still on fire. The flames licked Maine's bald head and face but didn't burn him.
Maine picked up Grimm's ax and swung at his chest. With the flat side. Grim blocked the attack but shattered his arm blade in the process. He swung again from the other side with the blades edge and crushed Grimm's shoulder plates. The plates fell to the floor. Another explosion shook the floor below them. Then another between them Grim reached for something one his belt but the ax flew through the fire and debris and stuck him in the chest. Maine walked through the remaining fires wielding his knife again only it glowed a bright yellow. Maine brought the blade down on his neck. Inside his helmet Grim coughed up blood and blood seeped out from the wound on his neck.
Maine lowered the mans body to the ground and laid him flat. Maine removed Grimm's helmet to see his face. Grim had black hair cut short and a broken nose his eyes were emerald green and becoming pale. "You fight like a bull." The dying man gasped for air but none would come. "And you fight like an assassin for such a big man." Maine replied. "Take this. You will need it if you are going to survive out in space." grim grabbed his helmet and handed it to Maine. Maine took it in both hand and turned it over then lowered it on his head. "Always remember me." The last light faded from Grimm's eyes and Maine stood up more explosions going off behind him. "Of course brother. Find peace with god." Maine turned and left the bridge.
Wyoming took a corner wide and slammed into the wall. Georgia ran past him. "We're almost out. Maine where are you." The adrenaline was starting to ware off and Wyoming was getting tired. "Commander Grim is dead. I'm right behind you guys." Wyoming knew about the relation between Maine and Grim but left it be. Finally they reached the door in which they entered. "Hurry open it!" Georgia cried anxiously behind him. Wyoming looked back and Maine was barreling towards them motioning with his hand for them to stand clear. Wyoming stepped out of the way and Maine hit the door with his shoulder. The door gave way and the three free lancers were sucked out into space.
Wyoming used his pack and flew over to Maine. "Where did you get that helmet?" Grimm's helmet hissed oxygen into the void but it was still better than his helmet that didn't have a visor at all anymore. Maine looked at Wyoming and he understood instantly Georgia buzzed past them both his pack sparking up even more. "Come on guys lets get out of here fast." Wyoming noticed the sparks and remembered the Directors words. These packs are sensitive if they get damaged in any way you could end up like bacon. Wyoming called out to Georgia who was adjusting the speed setting on his fore arm plate. "Wait no Georgia your pack its going to over load!" He was too late. Georgia's pack sparked one more time then exploded the shock wave hit Wyoming and Maine. When the fire dispersed there was no sign of Georgia. Wyoming looked all around but nothing. He had never lost someone on a mission before.