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He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

———–

How was this possible? He was hearing Amity’s voice. Was this dying? But then he felt a hand on him. Not a cold, rough hand either. This hand wasn’t even human. It was small, metallic, warm……and gentle. Then he felt what was unmistakably a kiss.

Amity? He tried to say. But all that came out was pained static. His whole body hurt. He was shuddering hard, various parts of him sparking, and he winced when the prongs were pulled out, even though Amity was trying to be gentle and not hurt him anymore. Even once the cables were off, he sagged on his axles, too weak to hold up his own weight. When Amity removed the cables binding his arms and mast, he collapsed into the one arm of Amity, which he felt close around him as he shook, staticky sobs racking him.

“We shouldn’t move him on our own. We could hurt him more that way.” Spirit said. She gently took her brother in her arms as Amity stalked over the one of the downed guys. He watched the guy groan and try to sit up……before ramming his wheel between the guy’s legs, causing him to curl into a fetal position.

Spirit helped the medical group load Oppy onto a big stretcher, which they then wheeled out to the waiting runabout.

“That’s for kidnapping and hurting the love of my life!” he spat.

When Spirit told him to go ahead, Amity balked. He knew he should stay, since communicating with Earth was really his job, but he knew Spirit would be okay. Besides, he got to be with Oppy.

“You’re right. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Amity bid Spirit farewell and boarded the runabout, settling as close to Opportunity as he could without getting in the way. He reached out to hold the MER’s hand.

It seemed like hours before someone came to get Amity and took him to an individual room in their ICU. Inside was Oppy, hooked to a charger and a monitor for his vitals. Currently, it read “self repair nanos activated. Damage level: Severe. Infections/viruses: None detected.” His mast and upper body rested on soft pads, raised so he lay at an angle. Several heating blankets covered him, to help calm his shivering. But the fix that most surprised Amity when he entered that room was,

“You know,” he said, sliding his hand into Opportunity’s, “even when you’ve been through the wringer, you’re still as handsome as ever.”

He pulled away to gesture, eyes smiling. “You should have seen her! I mean, I was focusing more on you, but she was great fighting those guys. I kind of just… swatted at them.”

Amity's eyes scanned the places those taser prongs had been jammed into Opportunity's body. They roamed over the scratches caused by the metal chains.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

———–

How was this possible? He was hearing Amity’s voice. Was this dying? But then he felt a hand on him. Not a cold, rough hand either. This hand wasn’t even human. It was small, metallic, warm……and gentle. Then he felt what was unmistakably a kiss.

Amity? He tried to say. But all that came out was pained static. His whole body hurt. He was shuddering hard, various parts of him sparking, and he winced when the prongs were pulled out, even though Amity was trying to be gentle and not hurt him anymore. Even once the cables were off, he sagged on his axles, too weak to hold up his own weight. When Amity removed the cables binding his arms and mast, he collapsed into the one arm of Amity, which he felt close around him as he shook, staticky sobs racking him.

“We shouldn’t move him on our own. We could hurt him more that way.” Spirit said. She gently took her brother in her arms as Amity stalked over the one of the downed guys. He watched the guy groan and try to sit up……before ramming his wheel between the guy’s legs, causing him to curl into a fetal position.

Spirit helped the medical group load Oppy onto a big stretcher, which they then wheeled out to the waiting runabout.

“That’s for kidnapping and hurting the love of my life!” he spat.

When Spirit told him to go ahead, Amity balked. He knew he should stay, since communicating with Earth was really his job, but he knew Spirit would be okay. Besides, he got to be with Oppy.

“You’re right. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Amity bid Spirit farewell and boarded the runabout, settling as close to Opportunity as he could without getting in the way. He reached out to hold the MER’s hand.

It seemed like hours before someone came to get Amity and took him to an individual room in their ICU. Inside was Oppy, hooked to a charger and a monitor for his vitals. Currently, it read “self repair nanos activated. Damage level: Severe. Infections/viruses: None detected.” His mast and upper body rested on soft pads, raised so he lay at an angle. Several heating blankets covered him, to help calm his shivering. But the fix that most surprised Amity when he entered that room was,

“You know,” he said, sliding his hand into Opportunity’s, “even when you’ve been through the wringer, you’re still as handsome as ever.”

He pulled away to gesture, eyes smiling. "You should have seen her! I mean, I was focusing more on you, but she was great fighting those guys. I kind of just... swatted at them."

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

———–

How was this possible? He was hearing Amity’s voice. Was this dying? But then he felt a hand on him. Not a cold, rough hand either. This hand wasn’t even human. It was small, metallic, warm……and gentle. Then he felt what was unmistakably a kiss.

Amity? He tried to say. But all that came out was pained static. His whole body hurt. He was shuddering hard, various parts of him sparking, and he winced when the prongs were pulled out, even though Amity was trying to be gentle and not hurt him anymore. Even once the cables were off, he sagged on his axles, too weak to hold up his own weight. When Amity removed the cables binding his arms and mast, he collapsed into the one arm of Amity, which he felt close around him as he shook, staticky sobs racking him.

“We shouldn’t move him on our own. We could hurt him more that way.” Spirit said. She gently took her brother in her arms as Amity stalked over the one of the downed guys. He watched the guy groan and try to sit up……before ramming his wheel between the guy’s legs, causing him to curl into a fetal position.

Spirit helped the medical group load Oppy onto a big stretcher, which they then wheeled out to the waiting runabout.

“That’s for kidnapping and hurting the love of my life!” he spat.

When Spirit told him to go ahead, Amity balked. He knew he should stay, since communicating with Earth was really his job, but he knew Spirit would be okay. Besides, he got to be with Oppy.

“You’re right. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Amity bid Spirit farewell and boarded the runabout, settling as close to Opportunity as he could without getting in the way. He reached out to hold the MER’s hand.

It seemed like hours before someone came to get Amity and took him to an individual room in their ICU. Inside was Oppy, hooked to a charger and a monitor for his vitals. Currently, it read “self repair nanos activated. Damage level: Severe. Infections/viruses: None detected.” His mast and upper body rested on soft pads, raised so he lay at an angle. Several heating blankets covered him, to help calm his shivering. But the fix that most surprised Amity when he entered that room was,

"You know," he said, sliding his hand into Opportunity's, "even when you've been through the wringer, you're still as handsome as ever."

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

———–

How was this possible? He was hearing Amity’s voice. Was this dying? But then he felt a hand on him. Not a cold, rough hand either. This hand wasn’t even human. It was small, metallic, warm……and gentle. Then he felt what was unmistakably a kiss.

Amity? He tried to say. But all that came out was pained static. His whole body hurt. He was shuddering hard, various parts of him sparking, and he winced when the prongs were pulled out, even though Amity was trying to be gentle and not hurt him anymore. Even once the cables were off, he sagged on his axles, too weak to hold up his own weight. When Amity removed the cables binding his arms and mast, he collapsed into the one arm of Amity, which he felt close around him as he shook, staticky sobs racking him.

“We shouldn’t move him on our own. We could hurt him more that way.” Spirit said. She gently took her brother in her arms as Amity stalked over the one of the downed guys. He watched the guy groan and try to sit up……before ramming his wheel between the guy’s legs, causing him to curl into a fetal position.

Spirit helped the medical group load Oppy onto a big stretcher, which they then wheeled out to the waiting runabout.

“That’s for kidnapping and hurting the love of my life!” he spat.

When Spirit told him to go ahead, Amity balked. He knew he should stay, since communicating with Earth was really his job, but he knew Spirit would be okay. Besides, he got to be with Oppy.

“You’re right. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Amity bid Spirit farewell and boarded the runabout, settling as close to Opportunity as he could without getting in the way. He reached out to hold the MER’s hand.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

———–

How was this possible? He was hearing Amity’s voice. Was this dying? But then he felt a hand on him. Not a cold, rough hand either. This hand wasn’t even human. It was small, metallic, warm……and gentle. Then he felt what was unmistakably a kiss.

Amity? He tried to say. But all that came out was pained static. His whole body hurt. He was shuddering hard, various parts of him sparking, and he winced when the prongs were pulled out, even though Amity was trying to be gentle and not hurt him anymore. Even once the cables were off, he sagged on his axles, too weak to hold up his own weight. When Amity removed the cables binding his arms and mast, he collapsed into the one arm of Amity, which he felt close around him as he shook, staticky sobs racking him.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

They turned a corner, and there, surrounded by hooded humans and tangled in a mess of cables, was Opportunity.

Amity let out a scream and charged forward, whacking one man aside with his arm and slamming into another one. He decided to let Spirit handle the majority of the fighting while he worked to unhook Opportunity from the cables. 

Suddenly, a human came at him with a taser. “Don’t even think about it,” Amity snarled, and flung the man into a wall, taser and bones breaking upon impact with the bricks.

With no other humans attacking at the moment, Amity was able to roll to a stop in front of the MER. “Wake up, love. It’s me. Spirit and I are getting you out of here.”

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

“Oppy?!” he managed, “Can you hear me?”

If Opportunity responded, it got lost in the scream echoing in Amity’s mind. He scanned the words in the message instead. Calm down, he told himself. You were made for negotiating. You can get him back.

“Who are you? Make your identity known. This will be considered an act of war if you do not comply.”

No one said anything; those same haunting words continued to light up the screen.

A metal bar slamming into his face brought him back to reality, and he forced out words again.

“You have….t-to respond….to th-this. It’s the only way……they’ll c-com-mun-nic-cat-te.” If he could, he would’ve had tears sliding down his face from the pain.

Spirit was already on the comm console,

Amity had to tear his gaze away from the screen to look at the comm console.

“Doctor, this is Amity. Opportunity has been taken hostage. He’s hurt.”

“An hour?!” cried Amity. “We don’t have a clue where he could’ve been taken!”

He started to panic. This was more than anxiety: paralyzing fear was making its way from his core up his mast, making it feel like he couldn’t move or think.

“Calm down,” Dr. Johnson said. “Do your job, Amity. We can’t get him back with you panicking.”

“I can tell you it’s not on Mars or any of our facilities. We don’t use those kind of lights.” Spirit said after taking a pause to cool off, “I’ve got Kiali, Ceres, Centaurus, and Crux looking into it on our end. I’d have people get to work on it on your end too. The more time we take, the less chance we have of finding him alive.” Her voice wavered again, but she fought it. The thought of finding her brother dead was too awful to imagine. 

“I don’t know how much he’s been through already, nor do I know how many more of those shocks he can take. They get stronger every time………Maybe it’s time to alert the public that he’s missing. That way, we have WAY more people searching.” She was interrupted by the third shock. At NASA, the screams from the live feed turned heads, some people questioning what the hell Johnson was listening to or watching. Spirit deliberately turned away. She knew that if she watched, she’d break. It didn’t stop Amity, though.

A shrieking scream came next. Amity could barely recognize it as Opportunity: what he saw and heard on the screen was the shell of a person, who was having the life beaten out of him. His voice should never have sounded like that.

The sight drove daggers into Amity’s core.

“NO, STOP!!”

Dr. Johnson’s heart tore in two. She hadn’t been on the original MER mission, but from her communications with the twins over the last few years, she’d grown to genuinely like and respect them.

When the screaming died down, she turned to her colleagues; they had seen it all.

And yet, death itself wasn’t what scared him. It was the thought that he was alone, that when he died here, no one would know it. No one would know what happened to him. If he could, he would’ve cried at the mental image of Spirit and Amity carrying his body to the citadel to lay in state.

I’m sorry, he thought, I’m sorry Spirit, Amity. I love you both so much.

———————–

Hold on, Oppy, Spirit begged, Please hold on, just a little more. We’re coming.

“Excuse me.” Both of them turned to see Captain Kiali in the doorway, another Rovarian behind her.

“Spirit, Amity, Dr. Johnson, my communications officer has an idea to help find Opportunity. Lieutenant Gemini, go ahead.”

“Thank you, Captain,” the lieutenant turned toward the comm screen.

“Dr. Johnson, what about NASA’s old tracking systems. The ones you used to locate Spirit and Opportunity on their original mission. I was scanning for Opportunity’s communicator signal, but I can’t pick it up. However, I’m getting all kinds of low-tech signals-low tech compared to us, I mean-no matter where I scan. Our systems aren’t designed to pick up the old MER tracking signals, but I figured NASA might still have the ability to do it.”

She spun around and looked at two colleagues sitting at computers behind her. “Get communications running with Odyssey, MRO, and MAVEN. They’ll be our best shot at finding Opportunity’s signal.” The employees nodded and got to work. Soon enough, Opportunity’s signal appeared on the screen. Amity felt his RTG nearly jump out his body. “There he is!” he cried.

“That doesn’t make sense,” said Dr. Johnson. “It should have taken longer for the signal to reach us. It hasn’t even picked up on Spirit yet. Unless…” Everyone looked at each other as they reached the conclusion.

Hold on, Oppy, she thought, We’re coming

————-

The ensign watching the comm station barely had time to say “Captain on the bridge!” as Kiali and Gemini arrived in a rush.

“Helm, get us off the ground and set course for Earth, full impulse, on the double.” Kiali rattled off as she took her position on the captain’s pad and activated two comms to other decks on the ship. “Shuttle bay, have the runabout standing by to go planetside. Medical, be on standby to receive an emergency patient.” 

“Aye, Captain”, “Yes Captain”, “We’re on it” came the replies. Kiali then activated the shipwide PA.

“All decks, this is the captain. I want everyone prepared to enter combat either in space or on the ground. We’ve very little idea who or what we’re dealing with, so I want us prepared for anything. This is not a drill, I repeat, NOT A DRILL. Captain out.” She shut off the speaker, and at a signal from Spirit, she gave the order to the helmsman. 

Heads all over Meridiani turned at the thunderous roar of engines as the Artax shot into the sky.

————–

His secondary eyes had gone out with the most recent shock, and Opportunity was sure his primaries would go next. And he didn’t even know who had him or why. But with each shock now, some part of his body shorted, glitched, or failed completely. This was a death he wouldn’t wish on anyone. His vision was blurry and staticky, and he could barely make out the wall in front of him.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

“Oppy?!” he managed, “Can you hear me?”

If Opportunity responded, it got lost in the scream echoing in Amity’s mind. He scanned the words in the message instead. Calm down, he told himself. You were made for negotiating. You can get him back.

“Who are you? Make your identity known. This will be considered an act of war if you do not comply.”

No one said anything; those same haunting words continued to light up the screen.

A metal bar slamming into his face brought him back to reality, and he forced out words again.

“You have….t-to respond….to th-this. It’s the only way……they’ll c-com-mun-nic-cat-te.” If he could, he would’ve had tears sliding down his face from the pain.

Spirit was already on the comm console,

Amity had to tear his gaze away from the screen to look at the comm console.

“Doctor, this is Amity. Opportunity has been taken hostage. He’s hurt.”

“An hour?!” cried Amity. “We don’t have a clue where he could’ve been taken!”

He started to panic. This was more than anxiety: paralyzing fear was making its way from his core up his mast, making it feel like he couldn’t move or think.

“Calm down,” Dr. Johnson said. “Do your job, Amity. We can’t get him back with you panicking.”

“I can tell you it’s not on Mars or any of our facilities. We don’t use those kind of lights.” Spirit said after taking a pause to cool off, “I’ve got Kiali, Ceres, Centaurus, and Crux looking into it on our end. I’d have people get to work on it on your end too. The more time we take, the less chance we have of finding him alive.” Her voice wavered again, but she fought it. The thought of finding her brother dead was too awful to imagine. 

“I don’t know how much he’s been through already, nor do I know how many more of those shocks he can take. They get stronger every time………Maybe it’s time to alert the public that he’s missing. That way, we have WAY more people searching.” She was interrupted by the third shock. At NASA, the screams from the live feed turned heads, some people questioning what the hell Johnson was listening to or watching. Spirit deliberately turned away. She knew that if she watched, she’d break. It didn’t stop Amity, though.

A shrieking scream came next. Amity could barely recognize it as Opportunity: what he saw and heard on the screen was the shell of a person, who was having the life beaten out of him. His voice should never have sounded like that.

The sight drove daggers into Amity’s core.

“NO, STOP!!”

Dr. Johnson’s heart tore in two. She hadn’t been on the original MER mission, but from her communications with the twins over the last few years, she’d grown to genuinely like and respect them.

When the screaming died down, she turned to her colleagues; they had seen it all.

And yet, death itself wasn’t what scared him. It was the thought that he was alone, that when he died here, no one would know it. No one would know what happened to him. If he could, he would’ve cried at the mental image of Spirit and Amity carrying his body to the citadel to lay in state.

I’m sorry, he thought, I’m sorry Spirit, Amity. I love you both so much.

———————–

Hold on, Oppy, Spirit begged, Please hold on, just a little more. We’re coming.

“Excuse me.” Both of them turned to see Captain Kiali in the doorway, another Rovarian behind her.

“Spirit, Amity, Dr. Johnson, my communications officer has an idea to help find Opportunity. Lieutenant Gemini, go ahead.”

“Thank you, Captain,” the lieutenant turned toward the comm screen.

“Dr. Johnson, what about NASA’s old tracking systems. The ones you used to locate Spirit and Opportunity on their original mission. I was scanning for Opportunity’s communicator signal, but I can’t pick it up. However, I’m getting all kinds of low-tech signals-low tech compared to us, I mean-no matter where I scan. Our systems aren’t designed to pick up the old MER tracking signals, but I figured NASA might still have the ability to do it.”

She spun around and looked at two colleagues sitting at computers behind her. “Get communications running with Odyssey, MRO, and MAVEN. They’ll be our best shot at finding Opportunity’s signal.” The employees nodded and got to work. Soon enough, Opportunity’s signal appeared on the screen. Amity felt his RTG nearly jump out his body. “There he is!” he cried.

“That doesn’t make sense,” said Dr. Johnson. “It should have taken longer for the signal to reach us. It hasn’t even picked up on Spirit yet. Unless...” Everyone looked at each other as they reached the conclusion.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

“Oppy?!” he managed, “Can you hear me?”

If Opportunity responded, it got lost in the scream echoing in Amity’s mind. He scanned the words in the message instead. Calm down, he told himself. You were made for negotiating. You can get him back.

“Who are you? Make your identity known. This will be considered an act of war if you do not comply.”

No one said anything; those same haunting words continued to light up the screen.

A metal bar slamming into his face brought him back to reality, and he forced out words again.

“You have….t-to respond….to th-this. It’s the only way……they’ll c-com-mun-nic-cat-te.” If he could, he would’ve had tears sliding down his face from the pain.

Spirit was already on the comm console,

Amity had to tear his gaze away from the screen to look at the comm console.

“Doctor, this is Amity. Opportunity has been taken hostage. He’s hurt.”

“An hour?!” cried Amity. “We don’t have a clue where he could’ve been taken!”

He started to panic. This was more than anxiety: paralyzing fear was making its way from his core up his mast, making it feel like he couldn’t move or think.

“Calm down,” Dr. Johnson said. “Do your job, Amity. We can’t get him back with you panicking.”

“I can tell you it’s not on Mars or any of our facilities. We don’t use those kind of lights.” Spirit said after taking a pause to cool off, “I’ve got Kiali, Ceres, Centaurus, and Crux looking into it on our end. I’d have people get to work on it on your end too. The more time we take, the less chance we have of finding him alive.” Her voice wavered again, but she fought it. The thought of finding her brother dead was too awful to imagine. 

“I don’t know how much he’s been through already, nor do I know how many more of those shocks he can take. They get stronger every time………Maybe it’s time to alert the public that he’s missing. That way, we have WAY more people searching.” She was interrupted by the third shock. At NASA, the screams from the live feed turned heads, some people questioning what the hell Johnson was listening to or watching. Spirit deliberately turned away. She knew that if she watched, she’d break. It didn’t stop Amity, though.

A shrieking scream came next. Amity could barely recognize it as Opportunity: what he saw and heard on the screen was the shell of a person, who was having the life beaten out of him. His voice should never have sounded like that.

The sight drove daggers into Amity's core.

"NO, STOP!!"

Dr. Johnson's heart tore in two. She hadn't been on the original MER mission, but from her communications with the twins over the last few years, she'd grown to genuinely like and respect them.

When the screaming died down, she turned to her colleagues; they had seen it all.

Weather - What do you love most?

Dove - How do you express love?

Friendship Bracelet - What does friendship mean to you?

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

Record Player - Love songs or breakup songs?

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

Planter - Do you have a green thumb?

Linen - Do you prefer being friends with someone before starting a romantic relationship with them or starting straight into love?

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

Valentine - Do you like pda?

Succulent - What are you looking forward to?

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

Roadtrip - Where is the farthest you’ve been from home?

Brown Sugar - What is making your heart warm today?

Pearls - Do you want to get married?

Seaside - Ideal date?

Luna Moth - City or country?

Velvet - What is your style?

Cupcake - Are you in love?

Romcom - Is your story a comedy or tragedy?

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ X ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ X ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ X ] Movies• [ X ] Romantic Comedy• [ ] Adventure Movie• [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)• [ ] Horror• [ ] Drama• [ ] Buddy Movie• [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant• [ ] Expensive/High Class• [ ] Small and familiar• [ ] Fast Food

[ X ] Nature• [ X ] Beach (on Earth)• [ X ] Park• [ ] Forest   • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ X ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home• [ ] Watching movies• [ ] Playing Video Games• [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ X ] …holding hands

[ X ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ X ] ___ (other options) HUGS FTW!!!

Should you reblog this?:

[ X ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ ] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

He was met with a horrible sight.

It was Opportunity, forced down onto folded axles by heavy chains and metal cables. His hands were tied behind him with cables, wrenched upward in a way that was meant to cause him pain. The same cables were wrapped all around his body, with dozens of what Amity recognized as tazer prongs stabbed into him at random points.

His head hung low, making it obvious he’d been denied any sun, just the fluorescent tube lights of the dirty, musty room he was in.

“Oppy?!” he managed, “Can you hear me?”

If Opportunity responded, it got lost in the scream echoing in Amity’s mind. He scanned the words in the message instead. Calm down, he told himself. You were made for negotiating. You can get him back.

“Who are you? Make your identity known. This will be considered an act of war if you do not comply.”

No one said anything; those same haunting words continued to light up the screen.

A metal bar slamming into his face brought him back to reality, and he forced out words again.

“You have….t-to respond….to th-this. It’s the only way……they’ll c-com-mun-nic-cat-te.” If he could, he would’ve had tears sliding down his face from the pain.

Spirit was already on the comm console,

Amity had to tear his gaze away from the screen to look at the comm console.

“Doctor, this is Amity. Opportunity has been taken hostage. He’s hurt.”

"An hour?!" cried Amity. "We don't have a clue where he could've been taken!"

He started to panic. This was more than anxiety: paralyzing fear was making its way from his core up his mast, making it feel like he couldn't move or think.

"Calm down," Dr. Johnson said. "Do your job, Amity. We can't get him back with you panicking."