Restoration pt. 2

The building wasn't particularly big, maybe the size of an average house in the City. A metal staircase was at the other end of the room, leading down to the navigational grid my ghost had directed me towards. I walked down the stairs, the heels of my boots making small thudding sounds as I descended. A doorway was at the other side of this lower room, far more illuminated than the previous walkspace. A concrete set of stairs was in this hallway, and I made my way down and turned left, only to be blinded by a large LED light resting on the floor.

Inside the next room, there were 2 dregs and a Vandal, conversing quietly with each other. I pulled out the sidearm that the gunsmith had given me, and pulled back the chambering mechanism as quietly as possible to avoid making any sound. To my dismay, the gun made a small 'click' sound when the mechanism snapped back into place. The Vandal had turned its head towards the doorway, snarling as it walked towards the light on the floor, its shadow projected onto the wall in front of me. "Don't move" my ghost whispered in my mindspeak, but I refused.

My arm extended around the wall, hitting the vandal in the ribs, sending it to the floor, wheezing. I smacked the butt of my sidearm into the back of its head, and it collapsed, dead. The two dregs screamed in my direction, their shock pistols blasting arc energy towards the wall I was crouched behind, leaving dark scorch marks right next to where my head would be. I jumped around the corner, diving onto my left arm while leaving my right hand free to shoot. I pulled the trigger, and the first dreg fell to the floor instantaneously, leaving the other to freeze in place as I walked slowly towards it. It looked at me with a face of both fear and respect, and I pulled my right hand back and forcefully extended my arm, my palm opening as the solar light engulfed its body. It fell back screaming, and then it floated away into ash and dust, leaving nothing behind.

"Good job!" my ghost congratulated, as it flew out from my helmet, and floated towards a large blue screen. The screen had writing from a language long lost to time, and by the looks of it, this same strange script was all over the cosmodrome. Maybe it was the language of this country before the collapse? I'll probably never know. Ghost started scanning the computers under the display, and before 2 minutes had passed, we were moving again.

"If we are going to achieve interplanetary travel, we will need an NLS drive for our ship" it informed. "There's one near that Archon we escaped from. We have to go back" it finished intently. "Shall we go then?" I asked rhetorically, but with an excited tone to my voice. "Whenever you're ready, Guardian" it chirped.

I went through the hallway, to find a large crater in the ground blocking my passage to the hangar. "Can I go around? Or do I have to go through and get my robes dirty?" I asked my ghost. "There is a route around on your left. I would hate to have you sulk about your armour" it said jokingly, as I moved around behind a large container and walked towards the door on the other side of the space. I went down another set of metal stairs, and walked through yet another door, which opened up the hangar area. There were no fallen here, to my surprise. "It's in the walls!" my ghost boomed through my head, as the Archon dropped from a very large hole in the wall across the bay. I immediately ran into a room to my right, and leaned against a wall. I pulled my sniper rifle from my back and aimed down the scope, the yellow crosshair lining up over the massive fallen's face. I pulled the trigger and hid behind the wall again, hearing the cry of pain as the high caliber round entered its skull through its rather flimsy helmet. It shot its scorch cannon in rage and pain, its anguish getting the best of it as it dropped the weapon, and ran towards where I was crouched, and attempted to charge me. I rolled to the left this time, and the Archon dove head first into the concrete, creating a massive gash on its forehead, blue blood leaking profusely out of the gaping wound. It turned over and faced the torn open roof and exhaled heavily, knowing it was about to die.

I trudged over to it and put my side arm to its head. "This is the end for you" I bellowed. I knew it wouldn't understand, but should it really? I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through its ether supply and a second bullet through its head. I reached for the drive in its bottom left hand, and placed it in one of the pockets latched to my waist. "Let's return to the tower. I need rest" my ghost nodded silently and I transmatted into my ship, and flew towards the city hangar.

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