Target Practice (Open!)

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Zouichi had heard about the Sensoriums from other people aboard the ship, and though he'd been a little apprehensive at first, had decided to pay them a visit. Or rather, he'd decided to pay Earth a visit.

After all, it was hard to go for a real ride on a disturbingly squishy ship.

If there had been any police left, he would have been pulled over for speeding and quite possibly reckless endangerment. But there weren't. What there were was vast expanses of jet-black concrete laid empty for miles ahead of him, honeycombing through levels of the massive megacity at insane angles.

So he punched it, hard. The motorcycle surged forward toward the city, its display ticking steadily past a series of numbers: 100, 200, 300...

Now he was blazing across the city connector bridge, rising quickly with the road as it extended upwards on struts held high above the level of the water that surrounded the old metropolis. Fuyu chirped an alert to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine rising up seemingly from beneath the raised concrete, its thrusters a bright blue blaze in the reddening light. Zouichi slowed; it kept perfect pace.

It was sleek, newly manufactured. The model number 4-D was stamped neatly across one gleaming wing. As he watched, the shutters beneath both wings snapped open, revealing two long, wicked metal barrels.

Before him, the gates of the city yawned open. From here, he could see the beginning activity of the drones inside, shambling forward mindlessly in the direction of sound and perceived movement, searching for something.

Something they could really sink their teeth into.

Comments

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Idea, not a suggestion. Not to mention we don't know what we'd do without her. Since, you know, I like atmosphere. It's generally pretty handy." He doesn't look immediately concerned anyway. It's just a fear to be aware of, not one to go out and act on, at least not while there are more pressing matters like universe-destroying aliens.

"The second half of my own duo. Brawn to my brains, not to mention the major one of those reasons I didn't die back in the FAYZ." He looks a little nervous, though. He's fairly certain Orc wouldn't fare well at all on his own. "Anyway, he's got way more practical application than me, so I figure if I made the cut he'll be in one of those pods."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Is that so? But even if he is here, you might have to find some replacement brawn until he's released."

Fuyu gives him a look, so he adds, "But I'm sure you'll find him sooner or later."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Replacement? Nah, Orc and I had something special. We had a system." And by that, he means a somewhat creepy form of codependence. "But I might still need to find someone to hide behind whenever things hit the fan."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Do dangers affect this ship often? I thought they mostly came from missions."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I think that's where they mostly come from, but I've heard some stuff about things onboard too. Bombs and people going crazy and the like."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

People going crazy? Greeeeat. Bombs were kind of a known quantity, but with so many unfamiliar people on the ship, how could you tell if someone was genuinely possessed by some horror from beyond the stars or if that was a normal state of being?

He sighed. "I really wasn't designed to deal with this kind of thing." But then, he'd had to get used to all kinds of weirdness back home.