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You’d never seen someone so desperate.

It’s odd; Anakopi only ever wore calculated confidence and cool apathy on her face. Whoever this was, you’d never seen her before. Her body was tense as if she were about to break.

You had been too stunned to even touch her, to reach out and stop her motioning for the weapon. For the wires. For the needles.

Everything shook again, trapped in a violently thrashing ship. Hissing. Growling.

It was only a matter of time.

She was gone before you realized, and it was too late when you had gathered yourself enough to pursue her.

Hissing. Growling. Its dark eye appeared at the View. It looked like a reflection of space itself.

She aimed sharply and as you cried out to stop her, the color drained from her and the weapon spitted. Painfully loud.

The eye was gone in an instant. A hissing cry of pain followed it out and the shaking stopped.

You reached out to her desperately. She was grinning despite herself. Blood now coming from her mouth. Her body shaking just as violently as the ship was a moment ago.

You’d never seen her cry before.

“Got it. I got it.” You couldn’t register that voice as the Ana you knew before. It was brittle. It was breaking.

She fell not a moment later, and was dead before you could even muster a goodbye.

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This is based on the older version of the story which involved everyone dying and I don't consider 'canon' anymore. But the idea to make this still struck me. I wonder if anyone can guess who 'you' is.

Not sure if I'm completely happy with how this turned out, but I'm glad I finished it. Don't look too closely at the weapon, I barely have a design for it.

Description

You’d never seen someone so desperate.

It’s odd; Anakopi only ever wore calculated confidence and cool apathy on her face. Whoever this was, you’d never seen her before. Her body was tense as if she were about to break.

You had been too stunned to even touch her, to reach out and stop her motioning for the weapon. For the wires. For the needles.

Everything shook again, trapped in a violently thrashing ship. Hissing. Growling.

It was only a matter of time.

She was gone before you realized, and it was too late when you had gathered yourself enough to pursue her.

Hissing. Growling. Its dark eye appeared at the View. It looked like a reflection of space itself.

She aimed sharply and as you cried out to stop her, the color drained from her and the weapon spitted. Painfully loud.

The eye was gone in an instant. A hissing cry of pain followed it out and the shaking stopped.

You reached out to her desperately. She was grinning despite herself. Blood now coming from her mouth. Her body shaking just as violently as the ship was a moment ago.

You’d never seen her cry before.

“Got it. I got it.” You couldn’t register that voice as the Ana you knew before. It was brittle. It was breaking.

She fell not a moment later, and was dead before you could even muster a goodbye.

___

This is based on the older version of the story which involved everyone dying and I don't consider 'canon' anymore. But the idea to make this still struck me. I wonder if anyone can guess who 'you' is.

Not sure if I'm completely happy with how this turned out, but I'm glad I finished it. Don't look too closely at the weapon, I barely have a design for it.