[the distant commotion registers faintly on Callaghan's mental radar, but only as something along the lines of good, there's a distraction. gives him just a bit more time to rustle through the shelves here and find what he's looking for, and- there, a small box about a foot wide. the microbots grab it for him and he turns to go, putting a hand on the side of the vehicle frame
and pausing.
what is that noise?
he glances out and around, microbots pulling back towards him in preparation of great movement- and then they still. because /he/ is still, not fully understanding what that- that thing approaching is, but whatever it is, it doesn't look- human? no, that's not the word he's looking for.
he can't think of words.
he doesn't even need to think for the microbots to push him towards the roof of the vehicle. by the time he turns around, the - behemoth - has gotten closer, so he's throwing out a hand to strike at it because at least he has the higher ground and can an idea of what's coming after him
no subject
and pausing.
what is that noise?
he glances out and around, microbots pulling back towards him in preparation of great movement- and then they still. because /he/ is still, not fully understanding what that- that thing approaching is, but whatever it is, it doesn't look- human? no, that's not the word he's looking for.
he can't think of words.
he doesn't even need to think for the microbots to push him towards the roof of the vehicle. by the time he turns around, the - behemoth - has gotten closer, so he's throwing out a hand to strike at it because at least he has the higher ground and can an idea of what's coming after him
but why does he have a feeling of deja vu?]