Beep, beep, beep, beep...
Groggy, Harold opened his eyes. Well, his right eye anyway. Nothing was happening from the left. The big crack across his faceplate probably meant that his left eye was swollen shut. It certainly gave off enough pain to indicate that along with the nasty, metallic, taste of blood that filled his mouth and dripped from his chin.
He pulled himself upright and looked around. His console was utterly dead, with faint wisps of smoke and flame flickering behind it.
++ Leak detected ++
He automatically tore a patch and slapped it on on the cracked faceplate.
Christopher almost 2 years ago
Glad to see this is a series after all.
Jeff Taylor almost 2 years ago
Only because someone was late to the movie!! 😄
Christopher almost 2 years ago
Hehe!