The irony hit him. He’d pitied Samara earlier for her limited natural design and her reliance on the bio-organic systems she’d been born with. Yet now he was a prisoner of his own advanced design. Locked into place until the human forces boarded the shuttle much like his team had boarded the Valkyrie.
ValkyrieDamn it, why hadn’t he realized the escape was all too easy… That they were being set up? Twenty minutes. That’s how long it took for even the quickest of them to do a full shutdown and reboot. Some auxiliary systems like comms came online faster, but full operational status took twenty minutes from shutdown. They didn’t have twenty minutes. He would guess they had ten, tops, before the cavalry came storming through a laser-cut hole in the hull.
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Everything was too quiet. Slip
