Stacia dives for cover, shifting to Homid to make herself a smaller target and to allow more space for someone to take cover with her. This fight is bullshit and she doesn't want to do it: she's not playing bullet-catcher for this many bullets and this many people, much less whatever those bigger guns do. Fuck all of this.
She grabs the stop watch now falling off her human-sized thigh, presses the button -- and everything. Goes. Still.
She doesn't take the time to pause and admire the frozen chaos, she's got two minutes before everything unfreezes and she wants this taken care of before that happens. She rolls out from behind cover and runs barefoot toward the army of guards, her diminutive stature making it easier for her to slip through their formation. Not that she's careful of elbows or anything, knocking a few of these assholes off-balance won't hurt anyone she gives a shit about.
Within moments she's at the console of the spooky transmitter tower and hammering the code Cammie passed on to them onto the keys. She hits 'enter' with a flourish and -- nothing happens. Nothing happens, what the fu--
Oh, right, she's still got time on the clock. Thanks for nothing, sense of dramatics. She shifts to Crinos and wades back into the army of guards from behind, slapping them down with much more force than generated by her little human arms.
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Stacia dives for cover, shifting to Homid to make herself a smaller target and to allow more space for someone to take cover with her. This fight is bullshit and she doesn't want to do it: she's not playing bullet-catcher for this many bullets and this many people, much less whatever those bigger guns do. Fuck all of this.
She grabs the stop watch now falling off her human-sized thigh, presses the button -- and everything. Goes. Still.
She doesn't take the time to pause and admire the frozen chaos, she's got two minutes before everything unfreezes and she wants this taken care of before that happens. She rolls out from behind cover and runs barefoot toward the army of guards, her diminutive stature making it easier for her to slip through their formation. Not that she's careful of elbows or anything, knocking a few of these assholes off-balance won't hurt anyone she gives a shit about.
Within moments she's at the console of the spooky transmitter tower and hammering the code Cammie passed on to them onto the keys. She hits 'enter' with a flourish and -- nothing happens. Nothing happens, what the fu--
Oh, right, she's still got time on the clock. Thanks for nothing, sense of dramatics. She shifts to Crinos and wades back into the army of guards from behind, slapping them down with much more force than generated by her little human arms.
Tick-tock, down counts the clock...