“And where might that be, exactly!” 595 asked, as the vast cube they were standing on slowly drifted free of the mountain with an eerie creaking sound. The rocky shoulder that it’d been embedded in began collapsing into a wide avalanche. They were stranded. 

The worm had uncovered about a hundred metres of its body, and was beginning to plummet down the now-sheer face of the mountain after the rig. It gnashed its mandibles and sprayed acid from its jaws. 595 assessed their options and made a snap decision. 

“We need to go after them! This whole place is falling apart! Follow me!”

She lowered her hands and grabbed her gun off its mount. Energy still crackled around her armour now that she’d tapped into the cube’s power. She ran out from under the plasma umbrella and jumped, exploding up and through the vicious cloud of killer creatures above them. They dispersed around her, terrified.

Who configured this jump pack?! The Agent thought as she frantically windmilled through the snowy air. Dozens of talons raked her suit and blood sprayed all over her visor. She started firing her weapon indiscriminately in all directions, until the ground zoomed to meet her.

The Agent dropped, rolled and carried on firing, running towards the edge of the cube.

[hr]Without enough power, the anti-grav couldn’t stop the rig from crunching hard against the side of the mountain. One corner hit a solid section, and the rig began turning over. “Everyone inside, now!” Thebes commanded. “Kjartan! Get out of there, that’s an order!” He yelled at the Norse, who was still shooting at the worm.

Freyr was engrossed in the console, sweat running down her face. The Rübezahl was racing down the side of the mountain, on the inside, trying to get back to the mothership. She was frantically trying to make a connection that would allow her to extract it and the last bit of data. “Come on...Come ON!” Around her, loose articles began sliding around the floors, walls, and into the air.