Three figures stepped through the doorway. “They’re breaking through! Someone stop them!” Han's voice echoed behind them, but it was swallowed up by the roar of battle. Gunfire echoed from down the passageway, behind it. And then it all came crashing down.Ī door just ahead of them screeched as it was ripped open, tearing into the far wall and digging into it. They ducked and weaved through the passageways, James going over the steps in his head.
While they didn’t know the majority of the base’s layout, heading to the portal room was a simple matter of retracing their steps from a mere half hour ago. “Let’s make this quick.” Winter gave James a very odd look before the three of them picked up the pace again. “The fighting will be concentrated near the entrance, the Scattered aren’t expecting infiltrators from the rear,” Winter said. No negotiating.” Another explosion rocked the base. We drop into the room where they’re keeping it, drop some of your bombs, then run. “You can’t take this back, are you sure you want to do this?” James nodded, praying that Qrow would just agree with him before he lost his nerve. “If the Legion beat the Scattered, we won’t have a day.” And now they had a chance to make Earth their playground, to undo the losses they had suffered in both wars with the NCR. It had been a pure fluke, but he had kept them from taking their newfound abilities back and wreaking havoc. From what he had seen, all legionaries with Aura were on Remnant, he had stranded them here. He wasn’t about to start thinking he was a danger to Earth, but someone like Raven could massacre a platoon by herself. Aura would be truly devastating for Earth in the wrong hands. Han, for all the wrongs he had done, had rooted an idea in James that just wouldn’t go away. Ever since the whole situation had gone to shit, the horrible implications had been festering in the back of his mind. Don’t be in a hurry to run off and burn it when we can be back for it in less than a day.” Unless portal number three is handily hiding somewhere around here, that’s your only way home. Let’s not panic and do something stupid that you’ll regret later. We can hook up with Ironwood and arrange an attack with you two safe. “Whoa, hold on,” Qrow said, holding up a hand. Qrow and Winter both came to a grinding halt, looking at him in shock. Look, I get it, that thing is the only way home right now, but we can’t capture it right now.” And no offense, you’re the one who’s at the highest risk of that. “We’ve got three different factions stuck underground with us, and taking on any one of them has a high risk of one of us being killed or critically hurt. “So what? You want us to grab it and drag it out with us?” Qrow asked, glaring at James with annoyance.
They want a way to run back home or bring more reinforcements in, I don’t know which, but I know that both are bad news.” “If they’re here looking for a portal to Earth, it means they want to replace the one that I destroyed. She’s not getting loose on your Earth if that’s what you're worried about.” “Yeah, family reunions are awkward when they happen every five years or so,” Qrow said “And you don’t need to worry about Raven.
I didn’t know she had family outside the clan.” She gave Qrow an odd look. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen her face. “She’s the leader of one of the most infamous bandit clans on Remnant, as well as a deadly swordswoman,” Winter responded from his side. “What about the portal? What if Raven or the Legion get their hands on it? What’s her deal anyway?” “Wait, hold on,” James said as they all turned a corner. Winter, you use your Semblance to speed Walker through an opening if we get bogged down. This is way more than the three of us can handle.
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“These Scattered idiots will have their hands full with Raven and the Legion if that’s who’s attacking. “Ok, the front door is still our only way out,” Qrow said. Otherwise, he’d end up smashing headfirst into a wall. So when James was speeding through the Scattered’s base, keeping up with Qrow and Winter, he had to force himself to not go into the all-out, panic-driven sprint that he wanted to. The suit itself did much of the work, the key to control with it was knowing when you had to relax and not try to overcompensate for perceived floatiness. Running in power armor was disorienting it didn’t take nearly as much effort as you thought it should.