Hello everyone! It's me… obviously. Why the hell would it be anyone else!?
Anywho, before I promised that I would make this chapter a bit more exciting. I hope it is. I really can't judge.
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Chapter 24: An Unexpected Surprise
(Wi-fi's P.O.V)
As the purple ball of energy rocketed towards us, we each reacted differently.
Tank, by instinct, raised her bubble to protect us. I dived behind a pillar, and Lucy charged straight towards it, her sword at the ready. Damn ancients, no wonder they all died. You don't attack something like that head on.
I settled into a crouch, shooting the fallen minions in the face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy slashing at the servitor. It must have been smart, because it teleported to the side to avoid it. Unfortunetely, that trick didn't work twice and it was soon reduced to a pile of unusable machine parts.
Once everything was quiet again, I got back up again and reloaded my gun causally, as if I had been the one that had killed the purple sphere.
"Well, you were useful." I turned to Tank, a little peeved, who was standing bashfully in the centre of her purple bubble.
"Hey, it wasn't her fault! If I had those powers I would have done it too!" Lucy, as usual, immediately stood up for her.
"But you don't have those powers. So you're in no place to argue." I pointed out, eager to get back to teasing Tank.
"But you don't have them either." Lucy stated. Good point.
"Point taken. But can I still take a picture?"
"Shut up Wi-fi." Tank spoke up from inside her force field, then stepped out and made her way to our objective. Too bad I was a robot, and had an inbuilt camera attatched to my eye. I had already taken like, 10 pics.
She jogged up the stairs, then deployed ghost to do the dirty- or clean- work.
"These sensors are extensive." I rolled my eyes at that one. These days, every sensor was. He/she/it noticed this, and bristled slightly.
"OK. I should be able to track these machines. Let's head to those coordinates, and find out what she wants us to see." He summed up, then gave us new waypoints and evaporated.
"I hope it's going to be worth it. I woke up so bloody early for this mission." I sighed, then trudged back down the stairs.
"Wi-fi, you don't sleep." Came the know-it-all reply from Lucy.
"Says the girl who doesn't know what a dragon is." I foolishly gambled. This wasn't going to end well...
"Really, what's a dragon?" She narrowed her eyes in my direction, and I started feeling like I had made a mistake. But it was too late now, it was on the tip of my tongue.
"A dragon is a man who dresses in red, and gives presents to children on the 25th of December."
"Wrong. A dragon is a giant element breathing lizard, who are supremely intelligent and own an element." She sniffed, stalking past. Crap. She knows. My vampire-werewolf scheme is in danger.
"How did you know that?" Tank asked in mild curiosity.
"I've seen them. And three of my friends were brought up by them." She turned and smiled. We stared and gawked.
"But- but they don't exist!" Tank spluttered.
"Yes they do. I told you, I've seen them. Actually, I've seen their king."
"THEIR KING!? THE DRAGONS HAVE KINGS?" Now she looked like her jaw was touching the ground. I to, probably looked like that.
"Actually, it's kinda ironic, but the king of the dragons is actually a human." She said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world, and we should just accept it.
"Wow. Never again shall I say that pigs can't fly." I made a note to myself.
"Why not. As far as I can tell, they can't." She quizzed me.
"Says the girl who saw dragons. I'm not taking the chance."
"We should just go. Lucy, I'm going to interrigate you about it later. For now, lets concentrate on the teleporting machines at our doorstep." Tank reasoned, still looking a bit shell shocked.
"Good idea." I replied absent-mindedly. We walked back together, stepping through the jelly like substance of Tanks bubble. I'm glad we did.
Fallen ships coated the sky, like a warm fuzzy blanket of inevitable death. It was dark, they were blocking out the sun. As soon as we were seen, they fired at will. And they all fired together.
"DUCK DOWN!' Tank screamed in our ears, as her shield became a rainbow of bullets and sparks. No matter how strong she was, it was not going to be long until the shield broke.
"ON SECOND THOUGHT, THANKYOU FOR PUTTING THAT MEANINGLESS SHIELD UP!" I yelled, nearly being snuffed out by the sound of the guns outside.
Lucy gave me the thumbs up, and ran back inside, leaving me to take care of Tank. I truly felt sorry for her. This must be bringing up some terrible things from her past.
Tank stared up blankly at the churning sky, swamped in disbelief. I needed to get her out, she was in no condition to protect herself once the shield brakes.
I took her hand gently, then guided her hurriedly to shelter. Her eyes stared into nothing, in their own little world. I sat her on the floor carefully.
"What do we do?" Lucy shook with nervousness and fear. I was the most experienced here. It was up to me to protect them.
"We need to get to those coordinates. For some reason, I think it's going to be important." I tried to clear my head, and form a plan.
Tank stirred. She looked up at us in desperation.
"Why are they here?" She started crying. Not the waterfall that everyone expects. If it's a waterfall, you don't mean it. It's the quiet tears that are real. I am not human, I know this. But I know human emotions.
"It's going to be fine." I placed my hand on her shoulder, looking deep into her eyes. "It's OK, we'll get through this."
Lucy nodded, agreeing with me. She didn't seem to be scared by this sudden turn of events.
"You're not scared?"
"No." She answered. "I have gone through so much more than this, so I know it's going to be OK." She smiled warmly, putting her hand on Tank's other shoulder.
"Good."
Tank wiped her tears ontu her gauntlets. Leaning on the wall for support, she slowly got to her feet.
"I'm OK." She reassured us, dusting our hands off of her.
"So. Anyone have a battle plan?" Lucy raised her eyebrows, unbelievingly calm for a newbie.
"I think that someone should go to those coordinates. The rest, we'll just cover them, and keep the fallen at bay until Ghost gets our ship out from orbit, and past these skiffs to us." I piped up, my metallic brain whirling into action.
"Who's going?" I asked, looking to the two other girls.
"I think it's best if Tank stayed here, with another person. Plus she's a defender, and that's sorta important in this kind of situation." Lucy voiced her opinions, silencing whatever argument about Tank's wellbeing- from Tank- that was about to occur with a wave of her hand.
"You stay here. You have next to no experience, and wherever I'm going is going to be dangerous. I can vouch for that." I reasoned with her.
"No, but I have the sword of Crota! I'll be fine!" She waved her arms in worry.
"I don't care about that evil sword. You may as well put it to use though, so I suggest using it to brake the bullets when that shield fails. And the fallen are going to come to the ground in overwhelming numbers, so it would make more sense to kill them with a sword than a gun. Swords can't run out of ammo."
"Good point." She bowed her head in acceptance, then brought it back up again with a fire in her eyes.
"Promise me you'll be OK." Tank grabbed my arm as I turned to leave. I froze. I wasn't good with promises.
"I can't. I will be wounded, maybe killed a few times. I'm going to feel pain. Nothing we can do can stop it." I really, really sucked at being positive.
"I understand. But don't die. Like, die die, not just die then be ressurected." She smiled weakly.
"Fine. You know I'm going to make fun of you afterwards, about this?" I joked, trying to lift the mood.
"Yes. That's why I'm going to delete you from my friends list." She lightly punched my arm in humor. Tank logic: light=really, really hard.
I staggered, bumping into a pillar. A crack formed behind my back. As a result of being an exo, thankfully I didn't need to stay to catch my breath. If you come out of that rock you live under, you would realize that we don't inhale oxygen. Or anything, for that matter.
"So. How you gonna get there?" Lucy grounded the airborn Tank, who was too caught up in her own thoughts to realize the fact.
"Oh. Crap." She swore, but thankfully I degraded it to a less offensive word so as to keep the story K+.
"We go out with a bang. Make a huge distraction, and while they are all admiring the light show I slip by and leave you to it." I made it up on the spot, thinking of the battle tactics that have been drilled into my head. I couldn't remember were they came from, but it was installed so deep into my conscience that I didn't/couldn't take them out.
"Sounds good. Just like the good ol' days." Lucy agreed, then her mood turned sour when she thought about how good the good ol' days were.
"I'll use Gjallarhorn!" Tank seemed way to enthusiastic to be using weapons like that. I have a feeling that if we weren't in an apocalyptic world, she would make it apocalyptic.
"I'll get Loke to make a bright light." Lucy quickly chanted some fancy words, then crybaby appeared in all of his glory. Apparently that glory included flirting with his master.
"It's great to see you princess. Did you miss me?" He swooped in really close to her, his face inches from her own.
"No." She deadpanned.
"You break my heart!" He clutched his chest over dramatically, pretending to cry.
"So… Loke could you make a distraction?" She asked.
"Yes, my love, anything for you." Was his cheezy response.
"No thanks." She deadpanned again. "Just make a really bright light, right outside this door. On my count." She ordered.
Ghost interrupted whatever he was going to say, just to randomly add to the casual conversation before our deaths.
"I can activate every light in this city, that still works." He cut right to the chase.
"Good. It will give those numbskulls something to look at."
"Glad to be of help. We're going to die anyway, though."
"Bad. Don't be so negative." I facepalmed.
"Says someone like you." Was his biting reply.
"We'll screw you to!"
Tank shoved herself inbetween us, and pointed at her shield, which was flickering.
"We go when it fails." She ordered, and we got into lines. I behind them all, ready to slip away.
"3." Ghost predicted.
"2." Lucy followed.
"1." Tank and the rest charged forwards with a battle cry, and the shield dissappeared from our lives forever.
Ghost linked himself up, and, true to his word, the lights in every window as far as the eye could see lit up in an overwhelming brightness of yellow. Neon signs once again were called into action.
Tank fired Gjallarhorn at random, exploding 3 ships at a time with each successful hit. I knew it was my time to make my getaway.
Thankyou for reading this new addition of 2000 Years! Geez, that sounded like a commercial or something...
Anywho, I hope it was enough to satisfy you. I will update it next Sunday. And I was sorta wrong about before, when I said it was the next two chapters that were exciting. I actually originally made this and the next chapter one thing, but I ran out of time. So consider the chapter after next also exciting.
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