A loud 'whoop' of triumph echoed through the Assault Bay. "Damn I'm good." Eli said to himself as his right leg moved back and forth, holding off the floor. His 'new' powered prosthetic was still nowhere near as good as the one he'd lost, but it was a damned improvement over what it had been.
As the thrill of success began to wind down, he realized he hadn't heard from anybody else in a while. "Shit." He muttered. "Hope things are well..." Pulling out his PDA, he sent a message;
As the thrill of success began to wind down, he realized he hadn't heard from anybody else in a while. "Shit." He muttered. "Hope things are well..." Pulling out his PDA, he sent a message;
Eli here,
How are things going? Is it safe, or should I start blowing sections into space? If I don't hear from anyone within the next ten to fifteen minutes, I'll assume all are lost and blow the reactor...always did want to go out with a bang.