That voice.
It flutters through her communicator laced with static but still audible. It’s a God sent at this point. How long had it been? At least 4 frantic hours of searching the net for a signal long lost, for anything signifying his status. Angel wasn’t used to being kept in the dark and even countless nights of yearning for her third eye to shut, the blackout was no “wish granted”.
As she focuses on the blip of activity shimmering in Helios’ systems she can’t help but feel relief. Even the smallest trickle of light seems like a beacon in the void. A void she thought would always bring peace but instead left her body feeling hollowed and scattered. With a jolt of electricity running through eridium slicked veins she finds the flurry of information hard to sift. Concentration took more energy than she was used to but his voice always snapped her into attentiveness.
Theres a brief moment where her lips move to form an exasperated question, beckoning him with a title that longer existed. Dad? She stops herself, masking a childish panic with a calmed tone. “Yes, sir. I’m tracing your location currently but the rest of Helios is dark-” He already probably knew that. “Jack If you can access the other terminals I’ll be able to siphon enough energy back into the systems to help you regain some control. There are several Lost Legion soldiers attempting to flank you….” It was all she could do, for now.
“I’ll be your eyes… Please be careful.”
Jack sighs with relief when she answers his call, resting his head on the cool surface of the terminal as he listens to the information she’s laying on him.
“Yeah– I’m in the commerce section.” He glances around dumbly. “… somewhere.” Honestly, Helios is so big it’s a wonder anyone knows their way around the damn place. He pulls himself up from the floor and takes off his jacket to tear at one of his bright yellow sleeves with his teeth, ripping it off and tying it around the worst of his wounds to keep the bleeding to a minimum so he can get back to work. He groans out loud when she tells him about the Lost Legion soldiers coming for him.
“Keep ‘em busy for me for a sec. Just– I dunno, flash some lights or better yet– see if you can hack the defense turrets in the hall. Hehe, that’ll show those asshats.” He leans over another access terminal. Zarpedon may have bricked off almost every digital avenue on Helios, but this is Dahl tech we’re talking about, and not even new Dahl tech at that, and Jack always carries a shiny sledgehammer. Hacking the second terminal is easy as pie, but third time’s the charm, as they say, but there are only two terminals in this room.
He curses, under his breath, just in case Angel is still listening. He’s running out of time.
“Angel– the third terminal is probably on the floor below– I need you to find me a safe way there. You know, one that’s not crawling with Lost Legion dickbags.”