Riobeck felt blood running down his face. At first he
thought it was his own until he looked up and saw the remains of the pilot
suspended above him impaled. Freeing himself from the harness, he quickly left
the mangled cockpit area, having to crawl to the back on his hands and knees.
The shuttle was screwed, he could see that clear as day. Even if it were not
crashed into the ground, there were several gaping holes in the side. He had to escape the craft, but he felt his
heart drop into his stomach when he saw the Morlatech war machines stomping up
to the shuttle.
He knew the end of his life was near. No way would the
corporation attacking his now, allow him to live. His hope of somehow getting
away from New Lork was fading fast with each metallic crunch. It made him sad
for it to have come to this. Resigned to his fate Riobeck figured it was best
to stay in the shuttle. Go down with the ship like he should have up above. It
seemed Nobler some how even if no one was there to see it.
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