transitioning from our physical presence into an existence of suspended animation.
Together, the whole legion was dematerializing into thin air. It was kind of unexplainable, but it felt like nothing was happening at all as we were slowly turning into nothing in itself. As we entered the weave, we become the weave.
Then, a sudden burst snapped out from above. The Overlord was gone! Below the platform bridge, we all disappeared too.
Pixelating back into reality, the next thing I could feel was the breeze of a clear sky grating against my suit. My matter took form and I could see everything with clarity. I was in a state of freefall somewhere in the open air. Below, the ocean. Upon its expanse, Fever Island. We were tumbling toward it.
I wasn't alone. Like a mad flock of gulls, there was no consistency to the way the legion had reappeared. We had all emerged in an instant surge and everybody was falling in different directions as they swayed and twisted through the sky.
Even with the help of our jet packs, stability was going to be hard to come by. The Overlord was the last of us to rematerialize. He wasn't wrestling round and round like the rest. He was just peacefully floating down. He was out cold. The immense weaving had taken its toll on him.
Zero glided on over toward him to take a closer look. "Doctor! Doctor, wake up!"
The Commander then shook the Overlord back to cognizance. Deadstock awoke and peered around in our wild freefall. Looking up, he could see the distant outline of the Spider's Shield fortifying overhead. He had successfully weaved us all inside its dome.
Zero kept his hands on Deadstock's shoulders so that they wouldn't fly apart as he spoke. "We're through the Spider's Shield. Can you get us further to ground level?"
"My focus is shot," the Overlord said, loudly over the wind. "I'm spent. I can't get a fix on anything. This is as far as I could send everyone with the lowest range of risk. We'll have to land manually."
"Copy that," Zero sadly nodded before separating into a solo flight. "All squads, form up!"
Taking the Commander's lead, the legion arranged into an ordered system behind his descent. Riding the air current, we flew down with our heads first. Rapidly picking up speed, our jet packs were pushing us with insane velocity from behind.
All seemed to be going okay for a while, until Sentria made note that all definitely wasn't alright. "Commander, we've got a problem!"
"What is it, Captain?" Zero asked without breaking speed.
"Take a look behind you!" Sentria advised.
Zero turned his helmet back ever so slightly. He then tried his best to stabilize his freefall, dipping around to get a closer look and examine the situation in question.
Above, the Spider's Shield was getting closer at a very fast rate. The dome was shrinking. The air space beneath it was getting smaller. The crisscrossing beams were coming straight for us.
He turned to the Overlord, "Doctor, please tell me you've revitalized. There's no way we can outfly that! It's nearly on us!"
"Guess we'll find out," Deadstock said as he plumed his jet pack and sped further down.
"I hope you've got a plan," said Zero as he followed after him, boosting his jet with a signal for us to follow.
As we dived through the air and the beams were about to cross over us, the Overlord found the verve to make another weave. As the webs were at our trailing feet, he weaved us just a small distance further down to keep us ahead of danger. It wasn't much, but it was all the focus he could muster at the time and we were all grateful for it.
He kept it going for as long as he could. Every time the Spider's Shield would close in, Deadstock would quickly widen the gap by sending our matter just a tiny bit away from it. Ultimately, it became too much for him. When his focus finally vanished for good, the beams came upon us and there wasn't anything that anybody could do to outfly the pulsing webs.
Sentria was at the back of the legion, at the
Together, the whole legion was dematerializing into thin air. It was kind of unexplainable, but it felt like nothing was happening at all as we were slowly turning into nothing in itself. As we entered the weave, we become the weave.
Then, a sudden burst snapped out from above. The Overlord was gone! Below the platform bridge, we all disappeared too.
Pixelating back into reality, the next thing I could feel was the breeze of a clear sky grating against my suit. My matter took form and I could see everything with clarity. I was in a state of freefall somewhere in the open air. Below, the ocean. Upon its expanse, Fever Island. We were tumbling toward it.
I wasn't alone. Like a mad flock of gulls, there was no consistency to the way the legion had reappeared. We had all emerged in an instant surge and everybody was falling in different directions as they swayed and twisted through the sky.
Even with the help of our jet packs, stability was going to be hard to come by. The Overlord was the last of us to rematerialize. He wasn't wrestling round and round like the rest. He was just peacefully floating down. He was out cold. The immense weaving had taken its toll on him.
Zero glided on over toward him to take a closer look. "Doctor! Doctor, wake up!"
The Commander then shook the Overlord back to cognizance. Deadstock awoke and peered around in our wild freefall. Looking up, he could see the distant outline of the Spider's Shield fortifying overhead. He had successfully weaved us all inside its dome.
Zero kept his hands on Deadstock's shoulders so that they wouldn't fly apart as he spoke. "We're through the Spider's Shield. Can you get us further to ground level?"
"My focus is shot," the Overlord said, loudly over the wind. "I'm spent. I can't get a fix on anything. This is as far as I could send everyone with the lowest range of risk. We'll have to land manually."
"Copy that," Zero sadly nodded before separating into a solo flight. "All squads, form up!"
Taking the Commander's lead, the legion arranged into an ordered system behind his descent. Riding the air current, we flew down with our heads first. Rapidly picking up speed, our jet packs were pushing us with insane velocity from behind.
All seemed to be going okay for a while, until Sentria made note that all definitely wasn't alright. "Commander, we've got a problem!"
"What is it, Captain?" Zero asked without breaking speed.
"Take a look behind you!" Sentria advised.
Zero turned his helmet back ever so slightly. He then tried his best to stabilize his freefall, dipping around to get a closer look and examine the situation in question.
Above, the Spider's Shield was getting closer at a very fast rate. The dome was shrinking. The air space beneath it was getting smaller. The crisscrossing beams were coming straight for us.
He turned to the Overlord, "Doctor, please tell me you've revitalized. There's no way we can outfly that! It's nearly on us!"
"Guess we'll find out," Deadstock said as he plumed his jet pack and sped further down.
"I hope you've got a plan," said Zero as he followed after him, boosting his jet with a signal for us to follow.
As we dived through the air and the beams were about to cross over us, the Overlord found the verve to make another weave. As the webs were at our trailing feet, he weaved us just a small distance further down to keep us ahead of danger. It wasn't much, but it was all the focus he could muster at the time and we were all grateful for it.
He kept it going for as long as he could. Every time the Spider's Shield would close in, Deadstock would quickly widen the gap by sending our matter just a tiny bit away from it. Ultimately, it became too much for him. When his focus finally vanished for good, the beams came upon us and there wasn't anything that anybody could do to outfly the pulsing webs.
Sentria was at the back of the legion, at the
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