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My
armor
is
crushed
.
I
stop
breathing
.
The
sky
becomes
the
ground
.
My
display
is
drowning
in
red
flashing
warnings
.
I
cough
up
blood
,
saving
the
rest
of
the
warnings
the
trouble
.
Then
my
pile
driver
fires
.
The
blast
throws
me
at
least
ten
meters
into
the
air
.
Bits
of
the
armor
plating
from
the
back
of
my
Jacket
scatter
across
the
ground
.
I
land
upside
down
.
Death
swings
his
battle
axe
.
Metal
screams
as
he
cuts
through
the
uncuttable
.
The
axe
cries
out
like
a
freight
train
screeching
to
a
halt
.
I
see
the
Mimic
’
s
carapace
sailing
through
the
air
.
*
*
*
It
only
took
one
blow
to
reduce
the
Mimic
to
a
motionless
heap
.
Ashen
sand
poured
from
the
gaping
wound
.
The
two
halves
of
the
creature
shuddered
and
twitched
,
each
keeping
its
own
strange
rhythm
.
A
creature
humanity
’
s
greatest
technological
inventions
could
barely
scratch
,
laid
waste
by
a
barbarian
weapon
from
a
thousand
years
past
.
Death
turned
slowly
to
face
me
.
Amid
the
crush
of
red
warning
lights
crowding
my
display
,
a
sole
green
light
winked
on
.
An
incoming
friendly
transmission
.
"
…
as
a
little
…
kay
?
"
A
woman
’
s
voice
.
Impossible
to
make
it
out
over
the
noise
.
I
couldn
’
t
stand
.
The
Jacket
was
spent
and
so
was
I
.
It
took
everything
I
had
left
just
to
roll
right
side
up
.
