[001] first shot
[the video post engages, and the feed is sort of shaky as if it's being recorded by something that's hovering and bouncing slightly. the screen shows Darkness, and the faint light outlines the baseball field. you can faintly hear coughing, and a low groan, and then shifting movements of someone trying to move and then crumpling to the ground with a thump.
the view shifts, and a body on the ground comes into view, clad in a damaged green and grey flight suit of some kind, a helmet with a shattered visor abandoned to the side. the face turns toward the screen, a man who looks pale and exhausted, an eyepatch over the right eye, bloodied lips, sweaty wavy brown hair plastered to his forehead, visible green eye bloodshot. a smile twists his lips slightly, and he speaks softly]
Haro, little buddy...thought I sent you back to...the Ptolemy...
[the video shifts as the feed follows the man while he struggles toward the dark shape of a building in the distance, fingers clawing into the ground to drag himself along. the man coughs sharply and spits blood onto the ground, but keeps going after a moment]
Just a bit...further...
[it takes a while, but he finally gets to the shelter of a corner of the building, hunching his back against it, and then he closes his eye. his breathing is ragged and he spits blood down between pulled-up knees
Nngh. Maybe I can just have a bit of a rest, right Haro?
[he slumps against his own knees, and the feed continues, just focussed on the still man for a few moments, before a robotic voice starts up]
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon...
[this continues for a while, but there's no response from the man]
the view shifts, and a body on the ground comes into view, clad in a damaged green and grey flight suit of some kind, a helmet with a shattered visor abandoned to the side. the face turns toward the screen, a man who looks pale and exhausted, an eyepatch over the right eye, bloodied lips, sweaty wavy brown hair plastered to his forehead, visible green eye bloodshot. a smile twists his lips slightly, and he speaks softly]
Haro, little buddy...thought I sent you back to...the Ptolemy...
[the video shifts as the feed follows the man while he struggles toward the dark shape of a building in the distance, fingers clawing into the ground to drag himself along. the man coughs sharply and spits blood onto the ground, but keeps going after a moment]
Just a bit...further...
[it takes a while, but he finally gets to the shelter of a corner of the building, hunching his back against it, and then he closes his eye. his breathing is ragged and he spits blood down between pulled-up knees
Nngh. Maybe I can just have a bit of a rest, right Haro?
[he slumps against his own knees, and the feed continues, just focussed on the still man for a few moments, before a robotic voice starts up]
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon!
Lockon! Lockon...
[this continues for a while, but there's no response from the man]