On Your Own
Chapter 3: Flights Of Confusion
Disclaimer: I have no relation to The Matrix franchise in any way, shape, or form
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She had been forced to leave Maxus behind. There wasn't much of him to bring back anyways, a mess of bulleted-remains. Tray still had Maxus' blood on her petite little hands, staining the front of her red tank.
With ease she soared between the rooftops of a few low level apartment buildings, running, constantly looking over her shoulder. Her heart was making a horrid racket in her ear and her lungs were soar. As she ran, Tray mulled over the past few hours within her head. Her team had been tracking a young man.suddenly they lost contact with the Prometheus, they were ambushed. What had happenned to the Prometheus? Something must have.
Tray ducked into a nearby Utility room on the top of an apartment complex. She slammed the door behind her and sat down, her back against the wall. She was alive, and she suspected Raven was alive as well, but somewhere uptown. The entire jacked-in team..gone..split second. Faye had suddenly collapsed, siezured, Maxus had been shot infront her eyes during the ambush. Someone had known where they were. Someone had gotten to them in the Matrix and had gotten the ship.
"What the fuck is going on.." Tray muttered to herself in the darkness, surprised by the scared tremour in her own voice.
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The ride had been quiet except for the needed ship talk between the tree crew members. The situation at hand was beginning to seem more and more dire with every kilometer closer the Logos came to the last known co- ordinates of the Prometheus. The tension wasn't obvious on first glance, but Ghost recognized the signs. Niobe's facial muscles were tensing, the smooth line of her jaw shifting slightly as her teeth gritted a little.
"Nearly there.." Spark said over the intercom, voice a little edgy, jumpy. Niobe's facial expression didn't change.
"I'm aware." She said flatly back, expertly weaving the small vessels through the narrow passages. They were getting into slightly remote territory. What had the Promeitheus being doing out here anyways?
"What will we do when we find her?" host said in his deep voice, looking straight ahead. Another flinch in Niobe's jaw.
"We'll just need to see when we get there." She answered back in the same flat tone, though a film of scared anticipation seeped through enough that Ghost gave her a sideways glance. He said nothing, however. He didn't need to. He returned his vision forward.
Niobe's eyes narrowed a little, and she slowed the Logos down. Ghost tried to pinpoint what she was staring at. There was a small shudder in the hull as Niobe brought the ship to a full stop and landed her near an outcropping of rocks.
"Jesus Christ." Ghost muttered to himself, eyes fixated on the same scene Niobe's were.
"What? What's going on? Do you see it?" Spark called over the comm.
"What's left of her." Niobe answered coldly.
The hulking mass of the Prometheus layed upon it's side in the small cavern. Most of it's aft hull was gone, exposed to the tunnels. Burn and scorch marks riddled her entire surface, and with a keen enough eye, you could see the scattered remains of bodies that were flung from the ship. Niobe and Ghost were only mildly aware as Sparks came up to take a look with his own eyes.
"Holy shit." Sparks croaked out. "That's a..big hole."
"That it is. And a big something else would have had to make it." Niobe said, tearing her eyes from the wreckage and turning the pilots chair around. Sparks shook his head vigourously and groaned.
"I KNEW this was a bad idea. Whatever made that gaping hole could turn the Logos into scrap. And us into biological mush." Sparks said, pointing out the front window at the twisted rements of the Hovership.
"Sparks.." Ghost warned, turning in his chair to face the Controller.
"No, look!" Sparks cut in, jabbing his finger at the window, "Helping is all well and good! But what good will it do if we die too? ZIP. We should get bigger guns here."
"There are no bigger guns around." Niobe snapped, turning to face Sparks, "We are the guns. We're near the middle of nowhere and as such no one else is within miles of here. That crew died for something. I'm going to find out what that something is."
Sparks went to protest, but Niobe narrowed her eyes, giving a glare she had perfected through her hard years of serving Zion. Sparks put both his hands in the air in a sign of resignation and walked past the shorter female.
"We should see if there are any survivors." Ghost stated, still in his seated posistion. Niobe looked down for a moment and nodded, arms crossing around her slender frame, her hands hidden in the long, oversized sweater. She looked so frail in her stature, but her eyes easily showed a burning power and determination.
"You stay here, Ghost. I'll take Sparks over and lok for Survivors, or see if we can get anything from the computer systems. Sensor information, logs." Niobe said softly, letting her arms go back to her sides, "I want to know the second anything hostile shows up on your screens. Sparks is right about one things, this place is dangerous."
Ghost nodded his understanding. Niobe turned and walked out of the Navigation/bridge to find Sparks seated in his chair, tapping at key's nervously. She grabbed a small tool kit from a locker and looked over at Sparks.
"Grab your stuff. Recon mission." Niobe said, not looking at him, as to not give him a chance to protest. Sparks looked up, eyes blantly showing his discontent. He got up and grabbed his own toolkit and walked up beside Niobe as she opened the hatch.
Chapter 3: Flights Of Confusion
Disclaimer: I have no relation to The Matrix franchise in any way, shape, or form
--
She had been forced to leave Maxus behind. There wasn't much of him to bring back anyways, a mess of bulleted-remains. Tray still had Maxus' blood on her petite little hands, staining the front of her red tank.
With ease she soared between the rooftops of a few low level apartment buildings, running, constantly looking over her shoulder. Her heart was making a horrid racket in her ear and her lungs were soar. As she ran, Tray mulled over the past few hours within her head. Her team had been tracking a young man.suddenly they lost contact with the Prometheus, they were ambushed. What had happenned to the Prometheus? Something must have.
Tray ducked into a nearby Utility room on the top of an apartment complex. She slammed the door behind her and sat down, her back against the wall. She was alive, and she suspected Raven was alive as well, but somewhere uptown. The entire jacked-in team..gone..split second. Faye had suddenly collapsed, siezured, Maxus had been shot infront her eyes during the ambush. Someone had known where they were. Someone had gotten to them in the Matrix and had gotten the ship.
"What the fuck is going on.." Tray muttered to herself in the darkness, surprised by the scared tremour in her own voice.
--
The ride had been quiet except for the needed ship talk between the tree crew members. The situation at hand was beginning to seem more and more dire with every kilometer closer the Logos came to the last known co- ordinates of the Prometheus. The tension wasn't obvious on first glance, but Ghost recognized the signs. Niobe's facial muscles were tensing, the smooth line of her jaw shifting slightly as her teeth gritted a little.
"Nearly there.." Spark said over the intercom, voice a little edgy, jumpy. Niobe's facial expression didn't change.
"I'm aware." She said flatly back, expertly weaving the small vessels through the narrow passages. They were getting into slightly remote territory. What had the Promeitheus being doing out here anyways?
"What will we do when we find her?" host said in his deep voice, looking straight ahead. Another flinch in Niobe's jaw.
"We'll just need to see when we get there." She answered back in the same flat tone, though a film of scared anticipation seeped through enough that Ghost gave her a sideways glance. He said nothing, however. He didn't need to. He returned his vision forward.
Niobe's eyes narrowed a little, and she slowed the Logos down. Ghost tried to pinpoint what she was staring at. There was a small shudder in the hull as Niobe brought the ship to a full stop and landed her near an outcropping of rocks.
"Jesus Christ." Ghost muttered to himself, eyes fixated on the same scene Niobe's were.
"What? What's going on? Do you see it?" Spark called over the comm.
"What's left of her." Niobe answered coldly.
The hulking mass of the Prometheus layed upon it's side in the small cavern. Most of it's aft hull was gone, exposed to the tunnels. Burn and scorch marks riddled her entire surface, and with a keen enough eye, you could see the scattered remains of bodies that were flung from the ship. Niobe and Ghost were only mildly aware as Sparks came up to take a look with his own eyes.
"Holy shit." Sparks croaked out. "That's a..big hole."
"That it is. And a big something else would have had to make it." Niobe said, tearing her eyes from the wreckage and turning the pilots chair around. Sparks shook his head vigourously and groaned.
"I KNEW this was a bad idea. Whatever made that gaping hole could turn the Logos into scrap. And us into biological mush." Sparks said, pointing out the front window at the twisted rements of the Hovership.
"Sparks.." Ghost warned, turning in his chair to face the Controller.
"No, look!" Sparks cut in, jabbing his finger at the window, "Helping is all well and good! But what good will it do if we die too? ZIP. We should get bigger guns here."
"There are no bigger guns around." Niobe snapped, turning to face Sparks, "We are the guns. We're near the middle of nowhere and as such no one else is within miles of here. That crew died for something. I'm going to find out what that something is."
Sparks went to protest, but Niobe narrowed her eyes, giving a glare she had perfected through her hard years of serving Zion. Sparks put both his hands in the air in a sign of resignation and walked past the shorter female.
"We should see if there are any survivors." Ghost stated, still in his seated posistion. Niobe looked down for a moment and nodded, arms crossing around her slender frame, her hands hidden in the long, oversized sweater. She looked so frail in her stature, but her eyes easily showed a burning power and determination.
"You stay here, Ghost. I'll take Sparks over and lok for Survivors, or see if we can get anything from the computer systems. Sensor information, logs." Niobe said softly, letting her arms go back to her sides, "I want to know the second anything hostile shows up on your screens. Sparks is right about one things, this place is dangerous."
Ghost nodded his understanding. Niobe turned and walked out of the Navigation/bridge to find Sparks seated in his chair, tapping at key's nervously. She grabbed a small tool kit from a locker and looked over at Sparks.
"Grab your stuff. Recon mission." Niobe said, not looking at him, as to not give him a chance to protest. Sparks looked up, eyes blantly showing his discontent. He got up and grabbed his own toolkit and walked up beside Niobe as she opened the hatch.