[color=lightcoral][Match][/color] The way things are


Match had moved far along into the vents before hearing metal thuds, indicating the entrance he had made was being entered. Usually a shout wouldn't have confused him in this situation, but it did because it wasn't being directed at him. "Don't fire?" he wondered why they would say that. Were they trying to be humane? He was already pretty far along in the vents where he could see a fork going left and right. Match was about ten feet away when rifle-metal started flying up into the vents. Metal bounced behind him and was quickly gaining on him. The shooter may not have known where his exact location was, but if they were ready to shoot at their own ship then they probably knew thought Match. Match used the wheels that were on the mobile suit's knee joints and elbows to speed trough the vent in a bent over position to speed up. A bullet flew into part Match's thigh, unforchantly missing his mobile suit and going straight between a gap in the suit. Match grunted in pain as blood drip. The wound wouldn't stop Match from walking but the blood would make a trail, not like he would get far enough for that to matter, they would be hot on his heels. This wound would tire him out in about a hour though. Forchantly Match made it to the fork and well into the right side. The vent was heading to armory, if he took the other vent it would have gone to the cockpit, and between those two locations should be where his ship should be. Match released 16 spherical bombs from his suit's legs that trail behind evenly spaced between each other 5 feet apart in two rows.
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