anyone in the world right now, and neither freezes under pressure as
far as I've seen. I get your thinking, and the desire to protect them isn't
wrong, Burks, but these are the right people for this job. Besides our only
other real options are killing the person we're going to try and save, or
risking you and Alice. If we fail, or die doing this but succeed, we need
people that actually have a chance of fixing the overall problem left. No
offense kids, but I'd rather not have the fate of the planet rest in the hands
of people as young as you are. If we can help it."
Timon nearly let himself be offended anyway, then didn't
bother. There was sense to it and while he wasn't keen on the whole dying part
of things, that was something they might be able to avoid, if they were
careful.
"Right, so we hit fast and hard and run away directly
from the cell?"
That got a nod, and more talking at least. The plan was
initially simple enough, but it was pointed out by everyone except Tiera that
it wouldn't hold together on the ground.
What actually happened was a lot more impressive than what
Timon thought it sounded like. Alice had them get ready in a hold on the
underside of the vast ship. The space provided wasn't as large as the landing
area, but he wouldn't need that really, since the craft itself was made very
small. The others were with him, but sat directly behind him, in a single row.
Kolb's knees were pressed against the back of his seat. It was a bit annoying,
but the idea was to move from the larger ship directly into the building.
That would be done by going through an outside wall, not a
door. They still had to get it right, or they could cause a collapse, but Timon
had the positions they needed memorized. At least he hoped so.
Alice piloted them down, at speeds that would baffle the
minds of most people, ending up right over the building. Then she made the
floor disappear under them, and Tim slapped the control hand piece down. It was
covered in sweat already, his nerves betraying him just a bit, but they were at
ground level half a second later, the color of the vehicle being made to match
the area around them as well as he could manage.
Which wasn't too bad, he hoped.
It took a lot of focus for him to manage it, matching the
area around him as well as he could manage on all sides. It wasn't perfect
either, but seemed to confuse the first few people they ran into. They were all
different at least, which meant they weren't all clones of a single person,
which could be oppressive. Of the seven he ran over in the hallway, traveling a
few hundred miles per hour before he plowed through the second wall, none of
them looked all that familiar either. Not to him.
Kolb on the other hand inhaled sharply.
" That says a lot. Most of those are people that
didn't last the first thousand years. I-" If he had some idea what that
meant, he didn't speak about it, since the others found them then and were
busily attacking them. Most of these people had strange weapons that acted at a
distance, but a few held magical ones that were decently familiar in size and
shape. Noram style things. Nothing all that good though.
They were mainly smart, fast and good enough fighters to
realize that getting in the way of a thing that flew through walls wasn't going
to help a lot. For the most part Timon went a lot slower and just ignored them.
The craft was holding pretty well, and nothing got through to them, at first.
Until a small, very light colored man took something out of his pocket and
threw it at them. It made a smoke of some kind that glowed faintly pink in the
air and tried to move toward the air intake vents.
Kolb touched the seat in front of him hard enough that it
moved and the air flow stopped, even as they kept moving.
"That will cut our air. We have about seven minutes to
get this done. The stair access..." Was right in front of them, but
guarded by something so strange that Timon's mind refused to make sense of it
at first. It
far as I've seen. I get your thinking, and the desire to protect them isn't
wrong, Burks, but these are the right people for this job. Besides our only
other real options are killing the person we're going to try and save, or
risking you and Alice. If we fail, or die doing this but succeed, we need
people that actually have a chance of fixing the overall problem left. No
offense kids, but I'd rather not have the fate of the planet rest in the hands
of people as young as you are. If we can help it."
Timon nearly let himself be offended anyway, then didn't
bother. There was sense to it and while he wasn't keen on the whole dying part
of things, that was something they might be able to avoid, if they were
careful.
"Right, so we hit fast and hard and run away directly
from the cell?"
That got a nod, and more talking at least. The plan was
initially simple enough, but it was pointed out by everyone except Tiera that
it wouldn't hold together on the ground.
What actually happened was a lot more impressive than what
Timon thought it sounded like. Alice had them get ready in a hold on the
underside of the vast ship. The space provided wasn't as large as the landing
area, but he wouldn't need that really, since the craft itself was made very
small. The others were with him, but sat directly behind him, in a single row.
Kolb's knees were pressed against the back of his seat. It was a bit annoying,
but the idea was to move from the larger ship directly into the building.
That would be done by going through an outside wall, not a
door. They still had to get it right, or they could cause a collapse, but Timon
had the positions they needed memorized. At least he hoped so.
Alice piloted them down, at speeds that would baffle the
minds of most people, ending up right over the building. Then she made the
floor disappear under them, and Tim slapped the control hand piece down. It was
covered in sweat already, his nerves betraying him just a bit, but they were at
ground level half a second later, the color of the vehicle being made to match
the area around them as well as he could manage.
Which wasn't too bad, he hoped.
It took a lot of focus for him to manage it, matching the
area around him as well as he could manage on all sides. It wasn't perfect
either, but seemed to confuse the first few people they ran into. They were all
different at least, which meant they weren't all clones of a single person,
which could be oppressive. Of the seven he ran over in the hallway, traveling a
few hundred miles per hour before he plowed through the second wall, none of
them looked all that familiar either. Not to him.
Kolb on the other hand inhaled sharply.
" That says a lot. Most of those are people that
didn't last the first thousand years. I-" If he had some idea what that
meant, he didn't speak about it, since the others found them then and were
busily attacking them. Most of these people had strange weapons that acted at a
distance, but a few held magical ones that were decently familiar in size and
shape. Noram style things. Nothing all that good though.
They were mainly smart, fast and good enough fighters to
realize that getting in the way of a thing that flew through walls wasn't going
to help a lot. For the most part Timon went a lot slower and just ignored them.
The craft was holding pretty well, and nothing got through to them, at first.
Until a small, very light colored man took something out of his pocket and
threw it at them. It made a smoke of some kind that glowed faintly pink in the
air and tried to move toward the air intake vents.
Kolb touched the seat in front of him hard enough that it
moved and the air flow stopped, even as they kept moving.
"That will cut our air. We have about seven minutes to
get this done. The stair access..." Was right in front of them, but
guarded by something so strange that Timon's mind refused to make sense of it
at first. It
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