"FuckfuckfuckFUCK! It's that damn hunter from the start! Get to the exit before it decides to go for the convoy instead of me! RUN!!"
Turning sharply in midair, Bishop glanced at Karen for a moment.
"This will be rough. Get out of the main enterance as fast as you can when I get you in there. Now hang on!"
Maximum speed to the enterance, cutting across the buldings and into 1 ahead of the convoy, then going along 1 low to the ground and slow down when I am just about to enter the enterance hall. Throw Karen inside and then take off in another direction to lure the hunter away. Don't let that damn thing get close!
Full speed eh? Our first attempt at such a thing. Lets see how it goes.
[aux:5]
You lucky bastard.
You crank the rockets to full and lock your grip on Karen as they activate. You drop low, just above the roofline, as the world screams into nothing but a blur of gray concrete and red brick; the force of acceleration crushing you down, threatening to turn you into nothing but a bishop slurry in the bottom of your boots.
[karen end:6]
You take the turn toward the entrance in a long arc, but the g-force is still massive.
[end:4]
You grit your teeth as the edges of your vision fade gray then back as you hit the apex of your turn and straighten out, flying lower down toward the street, windows shattering behind you, snow and electrical discharges exploding into a violent, tempest as you pass. As you near the exit hall you flip onto your back, pointing your rockets in the opposite direction, and struggle to remain conscious as you pull god knows how many g's decelerating. At the last second you right yourself and turn hard, tossing Karen toward the open doors as you hit your slowest point.
[dex:1]
She cartwheels through the air and almost makes it through. Almost. Instead she catches the hard, sharp edge of the solid blast doors.
[karen end:3]
The brunt of the blow lands on her right, upper arm and it snaps like a twig, breaking two inches from the shoulder.
[karen end:5]
She lands, rolls and struggles up on one good arm and leg, dragging her self the rest of the way into the safety beyond the blast doors.
You scream off away from the door, not even sure if the robot is still behind you.
"Oh dear."
Follow group. Also ask one of the robots what they are made of.
The servitor doesn't respond to your question.
>Everyone else
You all duck as Bishop shatters windows and threatens to bring the world down above you. You make it to 1 and B.
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