The suit was a warning, but the endless black of stars arcing overhead still made his head swim. Deep space? But this was wrong. The primitive spacesuits and propulsion technology of this planet suggested they couldn't even make colonies outside their own solar system. And this was supposed to be an "arena." A simulation then? A damn good one.
He leaped towards the cornucopia, keeping close to anything he could grab to change his trajectory. He realized he'd be flying closer to danger if he chanced this, but he also knew many Tributes had no experience with unaided flying, and next to no working knowledge of space travel. He had an advantage. He also knew that without the usual planetside comforts, materials and food would be scarce. Those cases were valuable. His sharp eyes, honed from sniping with psionics, quickly saw that the cubes seemed to be for the slots next to doors. He also saw that the suits and helmets completely disguised who was in them. Great. He wasn't in a hurry to kill anyway, so he concentrated on snagging one case and a cubekey. He made it past the airlocks, and ripped off his helmet as soon as a hiss and an indicator light announced the arrival of oxygen. It impaired his peripheral vision.
A sudden headache bloomed, heralding the return of his powers. Someone screamed—ah, no, just the voices of the soon-to-be-dead back again. He grimaced, quickly recalibrating his mind for shouting his own thoughts just so he could hear himself think. But he supposed having his motley collection of powers back was a good thing. No need to run when he could fly.
Psionics thrummed, and a strobing red and blue glow spread around his body. He jetted quickly down the hallway and around the nearest corner, followed by his floating helmet, also wreathed in oscillating red and blue. Hidden sufficiently enough for his standards, he cut the glow and stripped down to his yellow (ehehehe) jumpsuit. He originally thought he'd ditch the heavy spacesuit in gravity zones, but if he had his powers, weight was no object. He shoved the cube in his case and floated that up for hands-free carrying. He reattached the helmet to his spacesuit, floated it, and experimented by making one of its arms wave.
Decoy in place, he sent it flying ahead of him as he skulked a short distance behind, glancing back over his shoulder more often than was necessary. He knew both he and his new puppet were glowing targets, but he was still in an area swarming with people anyway, apparently doing his best visual impression of a banana in space. Once he got away from people and stealth became more useful, he'd ditch his flashy powers except for fights, find a tarp or something to cover himself with, and check the contents of his case.
Psii || OPEN
He leaped towards the cornucopia, keeping close to anything he could grab to change his trajectory. He realized he'd be flying closer to danger if he chanced this, but he also knew many Tributes had no experience with unaided flying, and next to no working knowledge of space travel. He had an advantage. He also knew that without the usual planetside comforts, materials and food would be scarce. Those cases were valuable. His sharp eyes, honed from sniping with psionics, quickly saw that the cubes seemed to be for the slots next to doors. He also saw that the suits and helmets completely disguised who was in them. Great. He wasn't in a hurry to kill anyway, so he concentrated on snagging one case and a cubekey. He made it past the airlocks, and ripped off his helmet as soon as a hiss and an indicator light announced the arrival of oxygen. It impaired his peripheral vision.
A sudden headache bloomed, heralding the return of his powers. Someone screamed—ah, no, just the voices of the soon-to-be-dead back again. He grimaced, quickly recalibrating his mind for shouting his own thoughts just so he could hear himself think. But he supposed having his motley collection of powers back was a good thing. No need to run when he could fly.
Psionics thrummed, and a strobing red and blue glow spread around his body. He jetted quickly down the hallway and around the nearest corner, followed by his floating helmet, also wreathed in oscillating red and blue. Hidden sufficiently enough for his standards, he cut the glow and stripped down to his yellow (ehehehe) jumpsuit. He originally thought he'd ditch the heavy spacesuit in gravity zones, but if he had his powers, weight was no object. He shoved the cube in his case and floated that up for hands-free carrying. He reattached the helmet to his spacesuit, floated it, and experimented by making one of its arms wave.
Decoy in place, he sent it flying ahead of him as he skulked a short distance behind, glancing back over his shoulder more often than was necessary. He knew both he and his new puppet were glowing targets, but he was still in an area swarming with people anyway, apparently doing his best visual impression of a banana in space. Once he got away from people and stealth became more useful, he'd ditch his flashy powers except for fights, find a tarp or something to cover himself with, and check the contents of his case.
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