Salt checks his motion tracker. The red dot appears to move away from the fighters at first, only to come around in a circle, speeding in front of them in an instant. Scraping metal and burning fuel can be heard from the hallway ahead, creating a sound more shrill than nails on a chalkboard.
"Looks like that thing already found you! Get out of there!"
A missile careens down the hallway and smashes into the ceiling. The ceiling caves in behind the fighters, disrupting the camera feed.
"Bullshit!"
Xot bangs on the computer monitor in frustration. He runs a diagnostic on the core room's camera feed, waiting impatiently as the system repairs itself.
"Come on, come on, come on."
The feed cuts into the core room. Everything looks all clear. Xot breathes a sigh of relief and flicks through the other feeds. He cuts back to the hallways.
"Holy shit."
[sub][sub]*casually rips off Metal Gear[/sub][/sub]
Standing before the fighters is Eric's mecha*, corrupted by
influence. Black veins shoot out from the back of the machine into the walls and ceiling, presumably the source of the monster's control. The mecha's massive size blocks any attempt at escape.
"Uh... That looks very,
VERY mean."