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Narrowly dodging Korolev's energy beam, "Tall Guy" feels his left arm go numb.
The burnt smell of protein fills his nostrils, reminding him of the fire that took his voice and face.
According to space station regulations, members are obliged to assist Korolev with demonstrations.
To help the kids learn more, please cooperate.
It raises its claw, intending to demonstrate the structure of the human body.
Next, we will begin disassembling this model.
The extinguisher clangs against the metal casing.
What are you doing?!
Stay away from him!
Korolev turns around with a hint of confusion in its massive eye.
When visiting the space station, please follow the rules and regulations and listen to your guide.
Korolev is okay with touching and graffiti. Theft and vandalism are prohibited and will be punished accordingly.
It raises the fallen extinguisher, ready to throw it.
Punishment will match the offense.
The extinguisher explodes and white powder instantly obscures everyone's vision.
Violation! Violation!
The Corrupted swings its claws wildly, leaving deep scratches everywhere.
Damn it, I can't see anything...
Ha, found it!
Korolev Trivia: In a 21°C environment, 60% of the human's body heat is dissipated through radiation.
So under thermal imaging, you can see...
Clear! Clear! As! Day!
A claw pierces through the powder cloud, heading toward the researcher, but freezes in mid-air.
An electrified cable bound it tightly, with a tall soldier pressing his full weight on the other end.
Now!
"Tall Guy" is still...
Can't you see? That cable was shot from his weapon and needs to be maintained by him.
If we don't leave now, we'll all die here!
Damn it, I still can't see anything...
The green drone enters everyone's view.
→
Is it guiding us? Wonderful.
...
Let's go. We'll need an escape pod if we want to save "Tall Guy".
She grits her teeth and follows the drone and the two others.
Damn it, the escape pods are ruined!
There's a broadcast device here!
Password... What's the password again?
Get out of the way!
A shivering Philip is pushed aside, and after the sound of keys being pressed, the broadcast device's indicator turns green.
Space station calling for help! We're under attack!
But neither the Starship Fleet nor the spaceport responds.
Space station calling for help! We're under attack!
There is no reply.
Please, anyone, please save us...
When despair crushes reason, pleas for help turn into whimpers.
The violent banging outside the safety door, is that the countdown to our doom?
Please, please...
For the first time, she feels the urge to pray to a god she never believed in.
I am... please... save...
Entering private territory...
Anyone who refuses to open the door...
Will be severely punished.
"Tall Guy", like bait on a fishing line, leaves bloodstains with each impact.
...
Is there any other way...
He was never a smart guy. If it were someone else, they'd have a better plan, right?
What would the security chief, who always complained and talked about retirement, do?
But he's already nailed to the wall, surrounded by the remains of dozens of Corrupted.
What about the colleague who always mocked him for not speaking?
But a crushed head can't make a sound again.
As he bleeds out, "Tall Guy" can feel his consciousness fading.
Then... what about the researchers?
What would those smart people do?
"Tall Guy", I'm reminding you.
That button over there is the airlock. Never open it on your own.
⊙?⊙
The vacuum outside creates a pressure difference... Never mind, I'll just tell you the result.
You know Korolev, right? Even something that massive will get sucked into space if you press the button.
Not to mention us. But sometimes it's the fastest way to deal with accumulated debris...
So, "Tall Guy"...
He suddenly knows what to do.
Don't ever...
With his sole remaining arm, he crawls to the airlock button.
Press it.
He presses the button hard.
The immense pressure difference instantly sucks both him and Korolev into space. Although Korolev manages to grab a metal panel with its claw, it is barely holding on.
At first, "Tall Guy" thought the void of space would be cold, but his boiling blood is making him feel warm.
He feels as if he has returned to the day he first arrived at the space station.
You're the new security guy. What's your name?
(°ー°〃)
He doesn't speak...
Oh... I'm sorry.
Hmm... you're pretty tall, how about we call you "Tall Guy"?
(⊙?⊙)
If you have objections, then it's settled.
Let's have a meal together and get to know each other.
(?Д?*)?
You don't want to? Or do you prefer eating alone?
He hesitates for a moment before taking off his helmet and revealing the scarred face from the fire.
...
...
Come on, that won't scare anyone.
No one will treat you differently for looking like this.
Let's go...
She waves her hand.
Everyone is waiting for you.
Sometimes, a small act of kindness and fair treatment is enough to brighten someone's day.
In this disaster, kindness is the best reward.
Congealed blood slowly covers his eyes, and his world falls into a warm darkness.
I'm so glad to hear that...
After ending communication with them, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
They promise to get here as quickly as possible, and most importantly...
There will be a military Construct, which means even "Tall Guy" can be saved.
Wait... why did the crashing sound stop?
A strange feeling arises and everyone looks at the drone that has stopped moving on the floor.
At some point, it has ceased to function, leaving only one final message.
(＾?＾●)??
