Nixx narrowed her eyes. "This might be my last chance to be lethally violent for some time," she muttered, grasping at her syringe bag like a junkie curing an addiction.
Zyanya grabbed her by the arm, stopping her. "Don't do it..."
she warned. "We don't know what that syringe will do to your mind."
"I fought it off once before!" protested Nixx. She glanced at Aisha. "What should I do? Can I use another syringe and help in the fight?"
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Sharon awoke to the sound of gunfire and the ship shaking. She staggered out of her bed, reflecting on the good job Landon had done with her arm.
She only had a few moments before a large crack formed in the ceiling, with a hissing and a bubbling noise that experience taught her meant a water valve had ruptured. Staggering forward, she pushed Aimee off her cot right before a jet of boiling water coated both of their cots.
Aimee groaned as she regained consciousness. "Ow...where am I?" she asked.
"You're safe on the battleship, except we're being attacked," Sharon informed her, looking nervously at the water; a puddle of boiling water was inching towards them and they had nowhere to run.
"What else is new?" sighed Aimee, before noticing the water. "How are we gonna...?"
"Get on my back," Sharon groaned, her face turning white when Aimee did so. Her arm was not ready to carry people...
Wincing with every step, she stumbled through the boiling water and collapsed on Aimee's bed. Aimee disconnected the protective railing with the strength and used it like an oar to push the cart out of the infirmary.
"Let's find a way to get upstairs and help out the fight," Aimee said resolutely.
"Shouldn't we find you some clothes first...?" Sharon asked.