The fall of the space station.

[notawastedlife]

The space station hung in space above the world, a white dot in an expanse of blackness, a mirror to the islands below, swallowed up and surrounded by blue ocean as they were. Inside, it bustled with fresh motion as people walked, talked, worked; every few minutes, in rooms and corridors, someone passed the hidden mechanisms of an Aperture Science

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SIDEWAYS

[notawastedlife]

Abruptly, doors began slamming open. The lasers blinked out, floors slid back into place over acid baths. Traps all over the station deactivated.

Once again, Tony's voice sounded throughout the station. "Those of you still here, I am now in control of this station. There's only a few minutes until we hit, and less than that before the exit portal closes. All the traps are off, the doors are open, but there's nothing I can do about the zombies. Get out, and get out now. And mind your step. I'm about to up-end this entire death-trap."

A few minutes later, the death-trap... up-ended. The station jerked, shaking even harder than it had been as one side lifted, the entire structure tipped, turned on its side.

A moment later, everything loose went careening sideways into what had been the floor but was now vertical as the station accelerated in the opposite direction, launched sideways.

[spirited_hero]

[mutant_gi_jesus]

And finish it off Cable did, tackling the zombie to the floor, and then smashing the mechanics with the butt of his shotgun. It was a shame he hadn't been able to rescue any of the gun for his own use but that had only ever been a secondary concern.

"I don't blame you," it said weakly before the voice stopped forever.

"Zell," Cable said when he looked up, "lets get out of here."

[spirited_hero]

[mutant_gi_jesus]

Cable looked at Zell skeptically in response. Metal parts and all, he weighed a hell of a lot.

"No," he said calmly and drew the silver psimitar he had in his belt. (Cable always had numerous weapons on him, it was one of his defining features.)

And then he stabbed it into what had once been the floor and, after gestering Zell to hold the other end, grabbed it like a bar. Then he used all his strength, and the strength of the futuristic metal his spear was made from, to pull himself up into a handstand and then lower his legs into the doorway.

From there he could give Zell a hand up without having to worry about having broken his back to get him there.

"Pass the psimatar up first," he urged as he let go of it with his hands and dragged himself backwards into the doorway.

[spirited_hero]

Re: SIDEWAYS

[math_boy_eli]

Eli felt a powerful sense of deja vu as he booked it towards the exit. This was those last moments on Destiny all over again, running faster than he thought he possibly could through unfamiliar hallways. He wasn't running to save someone else this time, though, just himself. Given everything they'd had to deal with today, with the zombies and the neurotoxin and the death traps, he didn't figure he was doing too bad.

He actually thought he'd make it. There was the portal, in front of him, and he managed to find another burst of speed from somewhere. Except right about then was when he found out what Tony Stark had meant by up-end. He was thrown from his feet as everything went sideways. He had a split second to register the fact that he was now falling toward the portal - really fast - before he erupted into daylight.

Flying through the air after going through a space-bending portal thing was also, unfortunately, familiar. The impact sucked. He hit well away from the portal, and he hit badly. Pain exploded in his right leg. He

[lastof_five]

"Stay still," Helen said firmly. She'd seen the man come hurtling out and, like so many, he seemed to be injured as well. "I'll set it but the most important thing is just to remain calm, all right?"

[math_boy_eli]

He tried to catch his breath, but his focus was kind of divided between that and fire of death in his leg. “Okay,” he managed to choke out, trying to hold it together. “Okay. It hurts, God --”

He tried to look at the woman tending him, but her face kinda swam and blurred. What he could see, though, was almost a distraction from the pain. “... Sam?” Since when did Sam have dark hair and an accent? Damn, how hard had he hit his head?

[lastof_five]

"No, not Colonel Carter," Helen said, hoping she'd gotten the woman's rank right. It seemed much more appropriate than the informal 'Sam' and other than sharing a face, she and the other woman didn't cross paths.

"Dr. Helen Magnus," she offered instead, feeling around the bone. "Appears to be a clean break. I should be able to splint it without moving the bone."

[math_boy_eli]

“... oh.” Not Sam. That made more sense. Mostly.

He gritted his teeth as she examined his leg. “Oh good,” he choked with what was almost a laugh. “Not moving it. That sounds good.”

[lastof_five]

"Quite. Means I can spare you pain," Helen said, going to work. "How did this happen, exactly? I saw you hit the ground but that's about it."

[math_boy_eli]

“That's - pretty much what happened. Hit the ground." He cleared his throat, grimacing. "When the station up-ended, I - fell. Through the portal.” He waved a hand in the general direction he'd flown from. “Guess I was going pretty fast.”

Memory flitted through his brain and he chuckled slightly, the pain giving a slightly hysterical edge to the sound. “Not the first time I've done something like this. Didn't break anything the first time, though.”

[lastof_five]

Helen winced a little in sympathy. "Physics wasn't on your side, no. I'm afraid I don't have much more than a simple anti-inflammatory for pain," she said, finishing with setting the bone. "Is that going to suffice?"

[math_boy_eli]

“You could knock me unconscious,” he suggested, only half joking. Shaking his head, negating that, he said, “Whatever you've got is better than nothing. I'll manage.”

[lastof_five]

"I could, but I'd rather not violate the Hippocratic Oath," Helen said, smirking a little. "I think you'll thank me for that in the morning, as well," she said, shaking out two pills. "Nothing to drink, I'm afraid."