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runmakitarun) wrote2007-12-31 12:06 am
runmakitarun) wrote2007-12-31 12:06 am
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Trains that run on time
0:37:24
Precious minutes had been lost when Proto saved her life, and precious seconds had slipped by as Makita ensured that no one would follow her from the plaza. Too many had passed.
"Last call for the departure. All units assigned to the eastern counter-assault have thirty seconds to brace for departure." The voice rings out while Makita pounds up the stairs that lead to the elevated platform the hanging railcars depart from. Her face contorts and she pushes herself to move even faster, dodging the people who stand in her way.
Makita scrambles to pull out her commlink without slowing down. Her breathing is harsh and ragged as she yells into it, "Dushka! Are you still assigned to station 82?"
"Yeah," a young voice comes back, "Why?"
"I need you to stop the train! Contact the Elder in charge! I only need ten seconds!"
"You're trying to catch the train? Forget it, Makita. It'll be back in an hour, just wait."
"I don't have an hour!" she yells in frustration.
"They won't stop the train. It's packed like sardines already."
Makita slams her commlink back into her pocket in disgust and prays she'll be fast enough anyway.
0:36:54
"The train is moving. Clear all doors and step back from the loading platform. The next train will depart in one hour. Repeat, the next train will depart in one hour."
"Stop the train!" Makita yells desperately as she rounds the final bend only a few feet from the last car as it begins to move forward.
"Hey," a voice calls from the train. "Late trooper! There's always one..." Then, jovially, "This one looks quick. Fifty says she makes it!"
"You're on, Robilov," answers another voice. "Hey, Simko, give her a hand!"
The train is still gathering momentum as Makita leans forward and forces herself to ignore her screaming lungs as she sprints for the train. A chorus of voices ring out as Makita pounds forward. "C'mon soldier! You can make it!" She's moving faster than the railcar itself as it steadily accelerates. "Ha-hah! C'mon Simko, grab her!" She passes the rear of the last car, she's almost to the door and the hand extended back toward her. "Sonofabitch. That girl is quick."
"C'mon girl! You're--" her hand extends desperately, fingers brushing against the helping hand reaching for her-- "Almost--" another brush, but she can't quite get a grip. "C'mon! RUN!" And she does, but it doesn't matter. The railcar is going faster than she is by now and she's rapidly running out of loading platform to run down.
0:36:39
Makita's legs tremble in exhaustion and she stumbles to a halt before sinking to her knees and resting her forehead on the cold metal of the platform. Her breath shuddered in and out of her as she tried to calm her oxygen-starved system and suppress the urge to break down weeping.
Then her head snapped up as a booming roar shook the station. Something hit the rails and dislodged the entire string of railcars in a massive explosion. They fell hundreds of feet to the ground below, burning all the while.
Makita's head snaps up and she spots the source of the explosion.
Hydra-class Super-krawl.
0:36:25
"Dushka!" Makita fishes her commlink back out, "Come in, it's me."
"Makita!" Dushka's voice has risen several octaves, "You're alive!"
"I missed the train," she answers softly.
"Have you ever seen a Hydra-class before? Holy shit! The Elders are mustering an assault team to take it out, you'd better get down here! Oh, and Makita--"
"I know," she cuts him off. "I know. Don't be last."
0:36:18
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
Precious minutes had been lost when Proto saved her life, and precious seconds had slipped by as Makita ensured that no one would follow her from the plaza. Too many had passed.
"Last call for the departure. All units assigned to the eastern counter-assault have thirty seconds to brace for departure." The voice rings out while Makita pounds up the stairs that lead to the elevated platform the hanging railcars depart from. Her face contorts and she pushes herself to move even faster, dodging the people who stand in her way.
Makita scrambles to pull out her commlink without slowing down. Her breathing is harsh and ragged as she yells into it, "Dushka! Are you still assigned to station 82?"
"Yeah," a young voice comes back, "Why?"
"I need you to stop the train! Contact the Elder in charge! I only need ten seconds!"
"You're trying to catch the train? Forget it, Makita. It'll be back in an hour, just wait."
"I don't have an hour!" she yells in frustration.
"They won't stop the train. It's packed like sardines already."
Makita slams her commlink back into her pocket in disgust and prays she'll be fast enough anyway.
0:36:54
"The train is moving. Clear all doors and step back from the loading platform. The next train will depart in one hour. Repeat, the next train will depart in one hour."
"Stop the train!" Makita yells desperately as she rounds the final bend only a few feet from the last car as it begins to move forward.
"Hey," a voice calls from the train. "Late trooper! There's always one..." Then, jovially, "This one looks quick. Fifty says she makes it!"
"You're on, Robilov," answers another voice. "Hey, Simko, give her a hand!"
The train is still gathering momentum as Makita leans forward and forces herself to ignore her screaming lungs as she sprints for the train. A chorus of voices ring out as Makita pounds forward. "C'mon soldier! You can make it!" She's moving faster than the railcar itself as it steadily accelerates. "Ha-hah! C'mon Simko, grab her!" She passes the rear of the last car, she's almost to the door and the hand extended back toward her. "Sonofabitch. That girl is quick."
"C'mon girl! You're--" her hand extends desperately, fingers brushing against the helping hand reaching for her-- "Almost--" another brush, but she can't quite get a grip. "C'mon! RUN!" And she does, but it doesn't matter. The railcar is going faster than she is by now and she's rapidly running out of loading platform to run down.
0:36:39
Makita's legs tremble in exhaustion and she stumbles to a halt before sinking to her knees and resting her forehead on the cold metal of the platform. Her breath shuddered in and out of her as she tried to calm her oxygen-starved system and suppress the urge to break down weeping.
Then her head snapped up as a booming roar shook the station. Something hit the rails and dislodged the entire string of railcars in a massive explosion. They fell hundreds of feet to the ground below, burning all the while.
Makita's head snaps up and she spots the source of the explosion.
Hydra-class Super-krawl.
0:36:25
"Dushka!" Makita fishes her commlink back out, "Come in, it's me."
"Makita!" Dushka's voice has risen several octaves, "You're alive!"
"I missed the train," she answers softly.
"Have you ever seen a Hydra-class before? Holy shit! The Elders are mustering an assault team to take it out, you'd better get down here! Oh, and Makita--"
"I know," she cuts him off. "I know. Don't be last."
0:36:18
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.