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fandomtownies2005-11-19 02:23 pm
freelancerchick.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2005-11-19 02:23 pm
Fandom, early morning
It was still early morning, the town of Fandom was half asleep and there was a mist rising from the ocean that made for a grateful cover. Tex moved slowly through the streets, concentrating hard as she put one foot in front of the other. The shielding on her armour was out of control. It shimmered, died down, send sparks flying and died down again.
Concentrate.
She closed her eyes and tried to find the connection, be one with it, stay in control or the weight would take her down. It took all of her energy to keep the connection and she could feel the blood trickling down the back of her neck.
A dirty move. Hit just right and severe the node from the helmet. Leave your target with an armour that's a burden instead of protection. She knew all the dirty moves. So did they. Four of them, elite spartans. Ohio, Mississipi, Nebraska. She didn't get to see the fourth one. The one that hit from behind. Wyoming, maybe. It'd been a trick. She'd been set on getting the training equipment, never saw the trap they had set up for her. Sloppy.
Her knee gave out and she sagged through it. The metal clanging as it hit the pavement and she braced herself trying not to go down entirely. She gasped as the fall jarred her body. Cracked rib, no doubt. The connection to her armour was gone again and she closed her eyes trying to find it.
Concentrate.
She closed her eyes and tried to find the connection, be one with it, stay in control or the weight would take her down. It took all of her energy to keep the connection and she could feel the blood trickling down the back of her neck.
A dirty move. Hit just right and severe the node from the helmet. Leave your target with an armour that's a burden instead of protection. She knew all the dirty moves. So did they. Four of them, elite spartans. Ohio, Mississipi, Nebraska. She didn't get to see the fourth one. The one that hit from behind. Wyoming, maybe. It'd been a trick. She'd been set on getting the training equipment, never saw the trap they had set up for her. Sloppy.
Her knee gave out and she sagged through it. The metal clanging as it hit the pavement and she braced herself trying not to go down entirely. She gasped as the fall jarred her body. Cracked rib, no doubt. The connection to her armour was gone again and she closed her eyes trying to find it.