I'm locked in confinement in this land I've never known. Brotron lays decommissioned on the cold concrete floor. How long have I been out? Has it been days or weeks or more? My head hurts from the sedatives and all my limbs are sore.
A plasma shield is blocking my escape. My first mate could disable it but destruction was his fate. I should have known better than to trust my gut. Drawn by the love of bounty or the thrill of some young slut. Locked inside this cage while there's suffering outside. I just thank my lucky stars that I've been kept alive. My fingers graze the walls as I remember brighter days: No care in the world as I drift through outer space.
If there's a chance that I can repair the cyborg lying dead over there, We'd have our chance to escape; blast off and win the day. Fingers race across circuit boards. Reroute power to data cores. I hear the whir, the lights aglow. If I can get it going, then we'll escape this hole.
He's waking.
"The shields can be disabled if we generate the force, With the thorium reactor inside of my torso." I know it's a long shot, but right now it's all we've got. Set the system parameters and overclock the gain. Reroute neural impulses and turn that wall to flames. We made it out of the cell, and ran right into hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
