@futurespacess / naomi
A lithe, silver form emerged from the shadows and in one bladed flash, cut down its enemies. The figure continued moving, dancing almost, between its enemies and carved a path through the facility. The blood stained hallway was eerily reminiscent of another scene from years ago, in the cold reaches of the artic on an island that shadowed over its survivors.
This survivor was on a singular mission: a rescue.
The last guard fell against the fall, his armor doing little to protect from the precise cut of the assailant's blade, and a trail of red followed his descent. Fox reached for the door panel and tore it out, short circuiting the device and forcing the door open.
He stepped through but his visor had already located her. Alive and well, her vital signs fine if a little amped up from the situation. Understandable, given the circumstances.
Fox found himself rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on her. It wasn't that he hadn't seen her in their years apart, or didn't know that she was the one he came for, but it was the first time she had seen him. Not since Shadow Moses.
He didn't want his sister to see him like this, even if she even still considered him her brother.
"Naomi." It's sheer willpower that his voice doesn't crack upon the syllables of her name.
