Right, so here's my attempt at focusing on more Jack. Quick copy and paste, then a quick edit because
this forum lacks a stupid preview button. I'm not happy with what I wrote, but I do wonder about Jack's escape. Any inspiration stopped before I could write about what happens once she realized she was truly off the planet though. Girl had to have been exhausted after what would have been the longest biotic fight of her life, I think.
ETA: That completely cut and pasted like I would have expected it should. I don't understand the quirks of this forum system's post creation system.
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She half-expected the door to be locked when she reached for the handle, but it jerked open with little effort. She had to be on the roof, looking over the tree tops for once. The rain had ended and the sun beat down on the water-soaked jungle relentlessly, turning the place into an uncomfortable sauna. Through the haze, she saw the loveliest sight of her life: a transport shuttle.
She didn't stop to think about guards or pilots in the area. High on adrenaline, she'd toss them like a ragdoll easily over the buildings edge. There were no guards or pilots, however. The door to the shuttle was open, promising salvation at last.
Sitting at the controls, she looked frantically around the cockpit. Nothing was where she expected them to be. How would she close the door? How do you start this thing? How did the throttle work again? She could feel the panic building within her again, her arms shaking uncontrollably as she hovered them over the interface, various holographic interfaces popping in and out.
The alarm had changed. She had tuned it out at the beginning. It was all just noise in the beginning, distracting. She had tuned it all out, focused only on what was between her and the way out. But the alarm had changed from its warning klaxon to a loud single wail as if the facility were screaming in its final cry for help from a great distance. They would be in her way again at any second.
She took a deep breath, allowed herself to close her eyes for a brief moment. The images were coming to her again. This was a Mark III Hoplite Transport Shuttle, not too different from the Dai Shu Hopper she had trained on during the simulations. She reached out her hand again, the door closure button should be...
When she opened her eyes again, she realized it wasn't far from the control she was seeking. She looked around the cockpit again. Slowly, certain areas began to look familiar. She could control this thing. She could fly out of here. She could be free.
Modifié par Pacifien, 01 juin 2010 - 03:54 .