- ...a hiss is in the air, fine particles blooming in a burst. I don't wait to find out if it smells sweet.
I hurl myself into the bubble of a Nullifier crewman near me. They, too, are mashing their controls with shaking hands, the bubble expanding. All around us, others wheel and turn. Some draw guns on the spot. Some try to flee. These are incorrect responses: I meet the Nullifier's eyes, stumbling, and know only we are safe, for now.
The question is whether it will be fire or ice. If this aerosol is fuel, the others around us will be breathing in a blaze soon. Catching fire from inside and out; repeated blasts of new waves until we are all naught but ash and ruin. The Nullifier and I may not be spared, if the Tenno warmachine is thorough; gunfire will shred through our pocket oasis with ease.
But if the aerosol is coolant, we may have a chance. If the Tenno makes to run, instead of executing us all.
My knee crashes against the ground. There's never enough padding in these things for violent maneuvers, like leaping to safety. Getting up isn't a priority in this case. We watch the mist hang in the air through wobbling blue.
It bursts into.. Ice. Crystals form just like that, a mockery of snowflakes, razor-edged. Another sheer cold snap, and our coworkers are mere statues.
And the warframe rushes through the room, ignoring us all. Although they crash right through one of us, I doubt they even noticed their still form was in the way.
Everything glimmers. It's horribly beautiful. The shards of a person lie scattered on the floor. They owed me two credits that I'm never getting back, because they're never getting up.
















