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Welp, this was the end.
The lab and the entire area was transformed into a battlefield, with the sounds of buildings crashing, screaming, shouting, and gunshots echoing all around. The ceiling crushing her entire body wasn’t helping either.
Jimomo struggled, using her damaged hand in an attempt to lift the concrete above her. She failed. Obviously. Her eye glitched out as the low battery message repeated itself over and over in her head.
‘…This..’
‘..sucks.’ She internally comments. The Vipers' ambitious project to create a spy-cyborg Keronian and send it to Keron sounded exciting to her. Though, she was only interested because it meant she would have the opportunity to visit her home planet once again. She was obviously gonna slack off and enjoy her birth planet; granted, the Vipers could terminate her system entirely at any second, but she didn’t really care. As long as she got the chance to visit her Keronian parents and Keronian brother again, it didn’t matter.
But, right now? Jimomo thinks there’s no way of getting home.
‘…’
She stayed silent, as she always does. No Viper likes it when the species they're targeting speaks, do they? Speaking of which, she doesn't remember the last time she opened her zipper-mask to talk.
She relaxed her body slightly, letting her body parts lay onto the ground as she slowly accepted her fate. Her damaged mechanical parts lay motionless on the ground, with her worn out head-flaps drooped over the ground and rubble. She closed her eyes and turned her head to a more comfortable position.
She only wished to visit Keron one last time. Well, she'll save that for a next life.
‘Good... nigh-’
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud. She felt that something had changed. Immediately, she opened her eyes and looked around as she sat up.
.
She.. sat up???
Jimomo looked behind her, and to her surprise, the concrete was smashed into pieces and flipped backwards. She was, admittedly, very confused. Jimomo wanted to know why and how the ceiling got off her body, but before she could finish her train of thought,
“You! Feeling better, Cyborg?” A voice shouted. Jimomo looked to the source of sound infront of her, bewildered and confused.
Standing infront of her is a Keronian. They were an adult, had green skin, a few scars on their face and a brown hat. Maybe.. there was some pink hair? Her vision was too jumbled and glitched out to make out clear details. Jimomo payed particular attention to the blaster the Keronian was holding; probably because it was the only thing she could properly decipher.
The Keronian extended their hand, furrowing their expression as they shouted once again.
"Grab onto my hand! Stand up and let's get out of here." Their tone was demanding.
Jimomo didn't know how to react properly. She simply looked at the hand, trying to process everything, with a puzzled expression on her face.
The Keronian, being utterly exasperated, couldn't help but face-palm and blurt out, "Seriously?!"
That definitely caught Jimomo's attention, snapping her right out of her trance. With a hint of hesitation, she reached out and grabbed onto the extended hand, pulling herself up to her feet.
The Keronian wasted no time and quickly scooped up Jimomo, placing and carrying her on their back. They huffed. "Good choice," they mumbled between breaths. "Now just... stay there. I've got some more stuff to take care of."
With that said, they rushed forward onto the battlefield.
The sounds continued. Just, with the added shouts of the Keronian.
“To the right, Pekaka! There’s some left.”
“Don’t be too reckless, Musoso! Don’t play around too much!”
...
Jimomo merely slouched onto the Keronian’s back. Too tired to comment, too low on energy to move the rest of her body.
As her battery reached 2%, she thought.
‘..Ugh. I want to..’
“<1% of battery left>” The warning blared in her mind.
‘..recharge.’
Then, she went blank.