A Little Time to Myself...

[digitalariel]

Quorra slid easily into the driver’s seat of the light runner, trailing a fond hand along the interior before tearing out of the garage. She remembered with pleasure the cycle Flynn had revealed this masterpiece to her, having had built it specifically for her entertainment

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[changedthegame]

Sam stood, just watching the lights of the city, off in the distance. Strangely reminiscent of home, actually. Not quite as far, there, but it still makes him just the smallest bit homesick. It was mostly because he didn't know if he'd ever get back. The biggest problem with the city was what waited it in. Flynn clearly wasn't going to slip by, unnoticed by Clu, and Sam was clearly on his radar too, if the lightcycle grid had been any indication. As far as he'd noticed, Clu wanted Flynn's identity disc, and Sam's head

[digitalariel]

Considering what Quorra was up against, she wasn't doing half-bad. The orange data cubes scattered about her were all that remained of four of the Black Guards, but there were still eight of them left, and it hadn't been easy taking down the first few. A sparkling sapphire gash had opened up her shoulder, making it difficult for her to throw or use that arm properly, and she was growing more and more tired from what seemed like the endless fighting.

She wasn't going to last too much longer.

The smallest slip up meant immediate deresolution, this she knew all to well, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold off her eight attackers. A disc to the torso reduced their number by one, but Quorra paid for her distraction with a heavy kick to the chest. She stumbled back several paces, wheezing, and her foot caught on a rock, bringing her down hard. Gasping for breath, Quorra stared with wide eyes as they closed in on her. She tried to scramble away but knew it was too late. It was surely the end for the last of the ISOs.

[changedthegame]

Sam cursed Quorra as he drew closer to the confrontation. He could actually make out what was going on, and could almost count just how many attackers there were. Whatever the number actually was, it was too high for one ISO, no matter how good she was. It was probably going to be too much for both of them, but he was a User. Maybe the dire need would help him to discover some of that amazing User power that he'd heard all about as a kid. He had his doubts, though. He wasn't his father

[digitalariel]

Quorra breathed out a silent sigh of relief at Sam's approach. It distracted the Guards enough to give her time to get to her feet. She winced slightly as she did so, but for now she was all business. She could lick her wounds later, if they got out of this