Because I Has A Bored, I'm going to post more LANCELOT!

[ladyofleithian]

So, chapter three.

Marzgurl ran back to the base as quickly as her legs could carry her; she doubted she could outrun Insano’s robots (if anything, she’d been out on patrol for too long to the point she needed sleep, and these bots were built for tracking and murder; after all, they were Terminators), but she knew she had to get back to the base in time. Deep down, she could already hear her conscience berating her for leaving Linkara behind; how could she, when she was his friend?

 

And what could I do? a voice argued back. Challenge the robots to a game of chess and give Linkara time to run. It’s not like there was anything I could do; the best thing I can do now is try to outrun them—

 

It was only then that Marzgurl ran smack-dab into something hard. Gasping, she was tempted to draw the Pyramid Head knife…only to realize that it was only Angry Joe. She sighed in relief.

 

“Nice to see you’re here,” Angry Joe said. He pulled Marzgurl to her feet. “Hey; what’s that knife you’ve got in your hand?”

 

“Linkara’s knife,” Marzgurl said. “It’s not a big deal—’’

 

“Get behind me!”

Spoony. Why—

 

Marz barely ducked an explosion of plasma. Rolling out of the way, she stood up, wielding the Pyramid Head knife, beckoning the robots to come forward. “There’s still one resistance member who’s still breathing—’’

 

They continued to shoot at the robots, or in Marz’s case, switch weapons from gun to knife, gun when they were far away, knife when they were up close. When they were completely demolished—it was a good thing that they were only Omega units—Marzgurl turned to Angry Joe. “Come on; there might be more of them.”

 

“Yeah,” Joe said. “Take the chopper. I’ll be along in a minute.”

 

“What?” Joe wouldn’t stand a chance against an entire army of robots—

 

Joe placed his hands on Marzgurl’s shoulders; they felt solid, certain, almost fatherly. Marzgurl could practically feel herself trembling, even though she wasn’t cold.

 

“You’ve done beautifully, Marz,” Joe said. “Just let me take it from here, okay?”

 

Marzgurl swallowed and nodded, then ran towards the chopper.

 

From a distance, she could hear battle cries and taunts, the sound of exploding plasma and sonic grenades, and the sounds of “Great shot, Mike!”

 

Marzgurl grinned even as she ran towards the chopper. After fiddling with the controls for quite some time, she finally got it to lift off. Far above, the battle was raging, and the screams of the dying were still ringing in Marz’ ears.

 

How many more before we finally, finally—

 

Finally, she landed near the battle site. Though there were multiple people dead—MikeJ, Bennett, etc.—the resistance was still standing. The Chick, the Critic, Spoony…all of them were still standing. Battered, beaten, bloody—but still alive. Victorious, even if they lost their closest friends.

 

The Chick was the first to speak. “Marz—?”

 

“Come with me if you want to live.”

 

The Chick nodded and climbed into the chopper. Far away, the sound of robotic battle cries was getting closer. Marz quietly urged them to climb faster. When they were all finally in, Marz started up the chopper again.

 

“Hold on,” she said to the others, “This is going to get a little bumpy…”

 

They took off, the sound of robot cries far behind them. They breathed a sigh of relief.

 

“Well,” the Critic said, “At least that’s—’’

 

The blast shook the chopper, almost blasting it out of the sky. The others looked around in fear.

 

“What was that?” Spoony demanded.

 

“I dunno,” the Critic said. “I guess we’re—’’

 

And then his face turned as pale as a ghost. “Oh, shit.”

 

Marz looked in the direction the Critic was looking in, and could feel the Critic’s same horror spreading over her face as well.

 

Robocopters.

 

Search choppers.

 

“We’re doomed,” the Critic mumbled.

 

“Don’t we have lasers on this thing?” Spoony demanded. “We won’t stand a chance—’’

 

“All right,” the Chick said, “Look alive.” She turned towards Marz. “Marz?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“This is the time to put your piloting skills to the test,” she said. “You have to get us away from the copters alive.”

 

Another blast, shaking the chopper once again. Marzgurl squeezed her eyes shut; there was no way that they could outrun Insano’s robocopters.

 

“Well?” the Chick demanded.

 

Marzgurl opened her eyes.

 

“Okay,” she said. “Strap on—this’ll get a little rough.”

That's all for now. The other chapters will be up shortly, I promise. :)