Good Afternoon from UPPER DARBY!
Here is a Rough Draft Excerpt from Escape from Alpha Foundry;
There are memories.
The smell of ozone from the increased barrage of massive green and red beams and blasts directed at the shattered and destroyed dorm section of Alpha Foundry Base!? Intensified thanks to Karima's earlier tele-empathic thought-casting out to anyone and everybody for Byron to come and save her hot little ass before she passed out and cashed out!
Of which I have a lot of! Where I can't say I've lived a charmed life, but?
She'd had her connection to Her Master's Link-Network, severed! And for an overaggressive shit-talking bitch like Karima!? Who was just as dependent on Her Master-Husband's Link, just like his prized pussies back home at Crusader Base!? It was more than she could stomach, especially having been blown from walking blissfully and enjoying what should have been a conclusion to a great evening.
I do okay for someone my age.
To being hurled sideways and scattered and promptly buried under tons of rubble that would have absolutely blown apart a normal human on impact!
"Mass-stir...!?" even as she felt that surge of recognition and warmth and all types of emotions that she knew could only be her Beloved Byron. Her ridiculous regenerative-recuperative abilities were already shifting into overdrive now that she was reconnected Link-wise to the source of her power "Are u," she struggled to open her eyes and failed miserably "all right...!?" all she knew was that she was badly fucked up and being carried. Her heightened sense, could finally make sense of shit now that she was reconnected to Byron and she knew that all too familiar sensation of being carried by his seemingly silly-ass.
"I'm fine." he sent back to her tele-empathically as sirens blared all around him and his tattered but intact Guest Unit of Alpha Foundry Base "I'm fine, Reema. Just rest and let your body heal up." he'd barely had enough time to exo-up before the initial barrage blew their fuckin bungalow apart! His dark golden-yellow exo-armor singed in certain areas and fine in others, but all-n-all he'd gotten his defenses up just in time or else he would have been mortally wounded at best! Killed instantly at worst "We've taken cover for what it's worth but we can't stay here in the ruins of guest dorms, Reema."
Karima loved the fact that he was cluing her in on the fact that they'd already abandoned their beautiful guest house, that these assholes had shot to shit! Her a moment her mind wandered and she sent out to him a hazy image of the two of them walking holding hands in the sun, just enjoying the day. Just enjoying, yesterday. And how much she loved being able to walk with him and how far they'd come together. She loved being His Senior-Most, Beloved Bitch. Being the one who'd truly been with Him for the longest, since his childhood "We can't die here.... Diana will be mad at us for getting... pelted!"
And even underneath his motorcycle-like exo-helmet, she could sense and feel the warmness of his smile and the power of his emotions, convictions. As he told her tele-empathically "Not to worry, Reema. We're gonna be a bunch of bitches and one bastard returning alive, I can promise you that!"
Karima was convinced enough "Then...? I leave the rest... To all of you... My Husband...."
To finally let go and stop fighting. And pass out peacefully. Savoring that surge of intense concern and worry coming from the only man who'd ever been able to actually collar and Link her, trick her! When he should have killed her long ago when she, most definitely! Was fully intent on killing his dangerous young ass.
Byron was able to resist the fool-ass notion of panicking as he felt Karima go completely limp in his arms. His thoughts and emotions of anger and survival momentarily warped into intense grief, worry and concern! That His High School Sweetheart had finally bit off more than she could chew and finally gotten her reckless ass pelted! But he was able to resist full-panicked clichéd shit when his instincts founded in training from this very same ARC that he held in his arms, kicked in. It immediately drew them both back to Their high school years at GLA. Their very first year to be precise, when Karima had finally, successfully! Gotten him out of Chester Tech and Chester City! And out into the middle of no place! Which is what made and still makes Glen Loch Academy so good, and?
So dangerous to its recruitment of students....
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