The mission?: Safely retrieve the positron cable hanging far above their heads and connect it to the main power supply. The stakes?: Total and permanent separation from home. The complication: A horde of Taxxons, centipede-like omnivores with a thirst for blood, are swarming around the key to their victory.
From where Billy stands at the base of the machine, the positron cable dangling above them seems a dimension away. But this isn't the time for doubt---that positron cable is the crew's single ray of hope at the moment, and it's his duty to retrieve it. Even if that means reaching into the metaphorical jaws of the lion's mouth and pulling out its dangling tongue. And without the power of the Morphing Grid and his trusty blue armor to protect him should the Taxxons prove too strong, he's going to have to be more evasive than ever before.
He focuses his attention on the first rung on the disjointed ladder of beams and wires and grips it securely, hoisting himself onto the beam. With a swiftly calculated twist, he's on his feet, carefully maintaining balance and already crouching to make the leap to the next beam.
Billy's consciousness is a barrage of physics calculations, precisely-executed shifts and flips carrying him towards the positron cable and its hungry guards. The fear of the consequences of failure lingers as he draws close, glowing-red eyes locked on him miliseconds before the struggle begins.
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The stakes?: Total and permanent separation from home.
The complication: A horde of Taxxons, centipede-like omnivores with a thirst for blood, are swarming around the key to their victory.
From where Billy stands at the base of the machine, the positron cable dangling above them seems a dimension away. But this isn't the time for doubt---that positron cable is the crew's single ray of hope at the moment, and it's his duty to retrieve it. Even if that means reaching into the metaphorical jaws of the lion's mouth and pulling out its dangling tongue. And without the power of the Morphing Grid and his trusty blue armor to protect him should the Taxxons prove too strong, he's going to have to be more evasive than ever before.
He focuses his attention on the first rung on the disjointed ladder of beams and wires and grips it securely, hoisting himself onto the beam. With a swiftly calculated twist, he's on his feet, carefully maintaining balance and already crouching to make the leap to the next beam.
Billy's consciousness is a barrage of physics calculations, precisely-executed shifts and flips carrying him towards the positron cable and its hungry guards. The fear of the consequences of failure lingers as he draws close, glowing-red eyes locked on him miliseconds before the struggle begins.
Taxxons, here's your prey! Catch it if you can.