As an underground coral energy deposite was disturbed and invaded by the neumerous greed stained hands of corporations...a single voice cried out from the coral...a coral response thus followed...but instead of the reappearence of technological horr...
In any case, the rate at which the screens danced around her came into a blindingly quick pace as 9 looked up at the four legged beast.
In an attempt to move you managed to grab hold of a rock floating nearby with your newly fitted heavy right arm before throwing it above you. With the recoiled force your back slowly slammed onto the ground as you used your left arm to claw and anchor yourself next to 9.
Y/N: 9!- w-what are you doing!?
She looked back at you...her devilish expression unmoving as she spoke.
9: carving the path of least resistance...
As she said that, her gaze went back to the Beast as she brought up both hands. In a motion closer to that of catching a base ball. She opened up her hand towards the pulsing machine...and...although you could barely see it... you could see a hundred strands of red stretching from her finger tips and towards Beast...or this case Tank...
9: now let's see if you can live up to your title without you web..."Tank"..."The beast of Rubicon"~
She closed her hands into a fist as gravity had some how reset. You let out a small and surprised shout as the full weight of your body came back once you had slammed back down onto the concrete and ice.
But for Tank on the other hand...you looked up to see his holographic body almost...stutter and glitch...almost as if he wasn't expecting that...
The 4 legs of the Beast that were once resonating and letting out the pulses of orange throught the area seemed to dim and fade in and out from functioning to reseting.
But it's eyes...as they continued to stare you down...
Could never be more alive...
Not to mention...as when you had looked to Tank once more...you caught him smiling down at you as well...
Just what was this...in taking anysides of this small stale mate before you...neither were any better than the other
Despite this, you managed to stand back up without any trouble before looking back at Tank...he seemed unimpressed at 9 and her interference...but when looking at you...his grin only grew wider...
With sound comparable to that of what you have heard from scuttles...that electric type sound, but...deformed...amplified even...
It echoed throughout the base as Tank's hands waved over the small table in front of him...the beast began to move again...
It's buried legs digging themselves out as Tank drove the metal beast to fall from the top of the wall and down to the ground. Landing perfectly by using all thrusters last second while kicking up massive puffs of snow and debris. Forcing you to cover your eyes.
And luckily...as as the waves of snow filled air pushed you back...a crate sitting next to a rolled over truck spilled it's contents...
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