[ He doesn't give himself time to think, time to second guess anything. What other choice does he have? They've been through this already, this is the only option that gives him a chance of surviving this disaster.
It's a shitty option, but it's the only one nonetheless.
With a deep breath, Noctis slaps his hands against the door panel. A beat passes as the scanner reads his ID. A light flips over from red to green, and the cargo doors groan open. Noct steps inside and drops the bag of ammo with a thundering clang, head whipping from side to side as he searches for the thing. The doors slam shut behind him.
He doesn't see the creature at first. He has his gun up, leveled and ready, but there's nothing. Just the dim interior of the hold, the soft hum of coolant, the blinking of status lights. But the back of his neck prickles uncomfortably. He's sure it's here, watching him. Waiting.
He doesn't have to wait long.
Something hisses and the next thing he knows, a dark blob is upon him. Noctis shouts as he's pinned to the door, the thing leaning over him, black and gleaming. Shit, shit, this is just like how Khara died — as he watches, the thing unhinges its fucking jaws and that second— mouth, proboscis, what the fuck ever emerges, dripping viscous saliva, displaying vile, razor teeth.
Noctis pulls the trigger and the gun trapped between him and the thing explodes in a concussive blast. The thing goes flying, Noct slammed back against the wall, bruised all along his body by the kick. But at least he has space, and he curses as he gets eyes on the creature again.
It's bleeding, that odd, keening sound that he'd thought was equipment screaming at the shot coming from it. As he watches, the blood drips down its exoskeleton and sizzles as it hits the floor. ]
Fuck. IGNIS, it's—
[ He doesn't have time to finish, has to dive and roll for his bag as the thing lunges for him. The gun gets knocked from his hold, goes skidding across the deck plating, but it doesn't matter. His fingers close around a handle and he scrambles to his feet, hilt held in front of him.
As it comes at him again, he waits— waits, until it's almost upon him, and then he ignites the nanosword. The blade slices cleanly through the thing's armoring and Noct screams as the thing's blood splashes onto him, over his arm, across his chest, a few drops spattering onto his cheek. Fuck, fuck, it burns—
It hurts so much that he doesn't notice the thing's claw through his stomach until it rips it out, and then Noct's screaming again.
But it's dead. Dying, with a horrible, rattling sound, and Noct drops the sword, weakly kicks the creature away.
He stumbles back a few steps until he can collapse against the wall. ]
IGNIS? [ His voice is rough, raw with pain. ] You there?
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[ He doesn't give himself time to think, time to second guess anything. What other choice does he have? They've been through this already, this is the only option that gives him a chance of surviving this disaster.
It's a shitty option, but it's the only one nonetheless.
With a deep breath, Noctis slaps his hands against the door panel. A beat passes as the scanner reads his ID. A light flips over from red to green, and the cargo doors groan open. Noct steps inside and drops the bag of ammo with a thundering clang, head whipping from side to side as he searches for the thing. The doors slam shut behind him.
He doesn't see the creature at first. He has his gun up, leveled and ready, but there's nothing. Just the dim interior of the hold, the soft hum of coolant, the blinking of status lights. But the back of his neck prickles uncomfortably. He's sure it's here, watching him. Waiting.
He doesn't have to wait long.
Something hisses and the next thing he knows, a dark blob is upon him. Noctis shouts as he's pinned to the door, the thing leaning over him, black and gleaming. Shit, shit, this is just like how Khara died — as he watches, the thing unhinges its fucking jaws and that second— mouth, proboscis, what the fuck ever emerges, dripping viscous saliva, displaying vile, razor teeth.
Noctis pulls the trigger and the gun trapped between him and the thing explodes in a concussive blast. The thing goes flying, Noct slammed back against the wall, bruised all along his body by the kick. But at least he has space, and he curses as he gets eyes on the creature again.
It's bleeding, that odd, keening sound that he'd thought was equipment screaming at the shot coming from it. As he watches, the blood drips down its exoskeleton and sizzles as it hits the floor. ]
Fuck. IGNIS, it's—
[ He doesn't have time to finish, has to dive and roll for his bag as the thing lunges for him. The gun gets knocked from his hold, goes skidding across the deck plating, but it doesn't matter. His fingers close around a handle and he scrambles to his feet, hilt held in front of him.
As it comes at him again, he waits— waits, until it's almost upon him, and then he ignites the nanosword. The blade slices cleanly through the thing's armoring and Noct screams as the thing's blood splashes onto him, over his arm, across his chest, a few drops spattering onto his cheek. Fuck, fuck, it burns—
It hurts so much that he doesn't notice the thing's claw through his stomach until it rips it out, and then Noct's screaming again.
But it's dead. Dying, with a horrible, rattling sound, and Noct drops the sword, weakly kicks the creature away.
He stumbles back a few steps until he can collapse against the wall. ]
IGNIS? [ His voice is rough, raw with pain. ] You there?