She's freefalling, spinning, falling. She reaches out, grabbing the railing to steady herself. She can see a piece of the ship move by, Texas landing on it and she glares from beneath her helmet up at her.
"Give it up, Carolina."
Her voice makes her clench her teeth. She remains looking as Texas, upside down, shifting through the area above her. She wants to end this, to finally come out on top.
"Never. I can beat you."
"No, you can't."
She can. She will. She must. Carolina watches as she somersaults backwards, kicking the metal panel down towards her. Yet she's not that easily taken out, springboarding back to land on the glass window of the ship. Even as she does, feeling the cracks splinter beneath her feet, Texas is there. It is only a split second before both are fighting- punches, blocks, kicks, hits.
Carolina kicks her back, but she still comes, and she backflips beneath the punch aimed at her, aiming another punch that misses. She can feel the arms around her waist, tightening, and there's nothing that Carolina can do as Texas swings her up and over.
She lands with a heavy thud, helmet against the glass, the two of them splintering apart. Faster. Quicker. She needs to stop Texas, and now. The ship shutters around them as it starts to burn up in re-entry to the planet. The flames lick all around the vessel as it careens down toward the planet and she tries to stop her fall, to turn around to face Texas again.
"You can't win, Carolina, but you can come with me."
She's turned York already, York who she's left in the shaft, but there's no answer as the glass cracks, and she curls up, trying to shield herself from the inevitable impact. The ship hits against a mountain, it's course altering every so, but not slowing down.
She screams, thrown through the glass as the nose hits ground, sending her flying out in to the planet below. The snow shelters her a little as she lands on her back, but not enough. Every part of her body screams in pain, and she's not even certain how long she lays there, the wind knocked out of her.
It's the crunch of footsteps that dimly register, someone coming closer, and her brain screams, get up, win against Texas. But it's not Texas. She groans, swinging up, before twisting on to her knees. Where she's going, she doesn't know, but some part of her is yelling to move, to get away, to flee. The edge of the cliff comes closer, yet she doesn't make it any further.
Maine. Her friend. Her team mate. The solid mass of muscle that never seems to be stopped, that just keeps getting back up and coming. He's grabbing her, picking her up, pulling her helmet free. She's confused as he tosses it aside, looking at him.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice is hoarse, rough, but there is answer. No, rather he is impassive as always, cold, his hand reaching back, and it clicks what he is doing a second before he does it.
"No, no!"
She screams out loud in pain, trying to break free from that iron-like grip, but there is nothing that she can do to stop him as he pulls her AI free. Eta. Iota. They are in his hands, and there's nothing that she can do, locked in disbelief, in the pain, in the confusion. Then his arm is moving, and she realizes that she's falling backwards, flung over the edge of the cliff without a second thought-
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There is that shuddered breath, sparing a look to Wash. Church... Her mother. Her father. She knows of what happened, far after the fact, having been gone, assumed dead, but to actually see it, to witness it. Her father had fucked a lot of things up. She can't deny that truth, had tried to kill him for that, to bring some justice, maybe even some revenge, to all those who had suffered. Her fingers curl against the counter, a tightness in her jaw. "Shit..."
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"Give it up, Carolina."
Her voice makes her clench her teeth. She remains looking as Texas, upside down, shifting through the area above her. She wants to end this, to finally come out on top.
"Never. I can beat you."
"No, you can't."
She can. She will. She must. Carolina watches as she somersaults backwards, kicking the metal panel down towards her. Yet she's not that easily taken out, springboarding back to land on the glass window of the ship. Even as she does, feeling the cracks splinter beneath her feet, Texas is there. It is only a split second before both are fighting- punches, blocks, kicks, hits.
Carolina kicks her back, but she still comes, and she backflips beneath the punch aimed at her, aiming another punch that misses. She can feel the arms around her waist, tightening, and there's nothing that Carolina can do as Texas swings her up and over.
She lands with a heavy thud, helmet against the glass, the two of them splintering apart. Faster. Quicker. She needs to stop Texas, and now. The ship shutters around them as it starts to burn up in re-entry to the planet. The flames lick all around the vessel as it careens down toward the planet and she tries to stop her fall, to turn around to face Texas again.
"You can't win, Carolina, but you can come with me."
She's turned York already, York who she's left in the shaft, but there's no answer as the glass cracks, and she curls up, trying to shield herself from the inevitable impact. The ship hits against a mountain, it's course altering every so, but not slowing down.
She screams, thrown through the glass as the nose hits ground, sending her flying out in to the planet below. The snow shelters her a little as she lands on her back, but not enough. Every part of her body screams in pain, and she's not even certain how long she lays there, the wind knocked out of her.
It's the crunch of footsteps that dimly register, someone coming closer, and her brain screams, get up, win against Texas. But it's not Texas. She groans, swinging up, before twisting on to her knees. Where she's going, she doesn't know, but some part of her is yelling to move, to get away, to flee. The edge of the cliff comes closer, yet she doesn't make it any further.
Maine. Her friend. Her team mate. The solid mass of muscle that never seems to be stopped, that just keeps getting back up and coming. He's grabbing her, picking her up, pulling her helmet free. She's confused as he tosses it aside, looking at him.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice is hoarse, rough, but there is answer. No, rather he is impassive as always, cold, his hand reaching back, and it clicks what he is doing a second before he does it.
"No, no!"
She screams out loud in pain, trying to break free from that iron-like grip, but there is nothing that she can do to stop him as he pulls her AI free. Eta. Iota. They are in his hands, and there's nothing that she can do, locked in disbelief, in the pain, in the confusion. Then his arm is moving, and she realizes that she's falling backwards, flung over the edge of the cliff without a second thought-
---
There is that shuddered breath, sparing a look to Wash. Church... Her mother. Her father. She knows of what happened, far after the fact, having been gone, assumed dead, but to actually see it, to witness it. Her father had fucked a lot of things up. She can't deny that truth, had tried to kill him for that, to bring some justice, maybe even some revenge, to all those who had suffered. Her fingers curl against the counter, a tightness in her jaw. "Shit..."