Revenant Slaves Chapter 64: Side Stories: Iggor, Escaping New Horizon Part 2

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Iggor felt a prickling sensation across his face, and then all of it came rushing back. First came the pain, then nausea, Naomi! Maya! What had happened? “You must listen to me very carefully, ” a foreign voice said. Alarm bells started ringing in his head, "Naomi ?… Sarah? What is happening?” No reply came. He tried to get up, but it was hard, the heavy bulk of the exoskeleton making it difficult to move. Just had to fall on my face, didn't I? “Again, I would advise you against sudden moves; please convince your friend in that derelict thing as well”, the same foreign voice said. Iggor’s blood started boiling, adrenaline pumping, as several realizations hit him about their situation. He needed to deal with this new threat quickly… “Iggor, no sudden moves… turn around very slowly.” This was Sarah’s voice; it was trembling, as if she were trying to stifle a scream. Iggor followed her request; he got up and turned very slowly. Sarah was just ahead of him, and a little ways off, his world collapsing, the two most precious parts of himself held by their necks. Iggor didn’t feel like himself; he was shaking. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel fear; he was usually able to channel it into rage. He needed that rage now. He was sweating, his legs were shaking, and he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the storm. And it had started once he had looked into the eyes of the man whose hands were on the throats of his beloved. The man had a marble-pale face cracked with faint orange fractures, midnight hair hanging in wet strands, and eyes like cold, shining shards of amber that made Iggor forget how to breathe. He wore dark armor, with crimson inlines on the metallic plates and a bright living flame logo on his chest. The man was actually smiling; he towered even over the kneeling Naomi. He was half-bent, his hands on the napes of her and Maya’s necks. All three were facing Iggor and Sarah. Iggor still managed to take a step forward. Sarah grabbed at his metal limbs. She was trembling, her eyes wide. “Don’t, he’s… wrong.” “I would listen to your little lady friend if I were you, old man, but I’ll tell you what…” The stranger casually threw Naomi and Maya to opposite ends of the roof. “Come take your best shot.” Iggor was already moving. He set the thrusters on his back to Max and rushed at the stranger. Before he could reach him, Sarah’s gun fired twice, the two bullets rushing past his charging frame. He had given Sarah that gun; the bullets could puncture holes in the hulls of ships. He was excited to see what they would do to this man’s armor. Nothing happened; there weren’t even sparks from the bullets deflecting off his armor, and it didn't look like they punched through either. There was no time to think because he was already upon the armored Stranger. He was a wall of steel, coming at the stranger like a train, with a metal fist raised forward, aiming at the stranger’s chest. Then he felt a substantial impact; the suit groaned, all his bones groaned with it, as the immense momentum the thrusters had built died right before he slammed into his enemy. He slowed down to a crawl, in what seemed to be centimeters' worth of distance between him and the smiling stranger. The stranger’s smile never wavered; it seemed impossible, but it became even more malicious than before. “Allow me,” he said, and then his own gauntleted fist moved at impossible speeds and caved in the exoskeleton suit’s chest. Iggor was sent hurtling back. The suit had saved his life, at the expense of a few ribs, though. “Ok, now that that is done with. Would you all just kindly surrender, or do you need me to kill one of you to prove the futility of resistance?” Iggor got up with a groan. “Who even are you?” he asked. He caught Sarah rushing towards Maya, but she wasn’t moving. Don't think. Damn it, she will be fine, and Naomi was trying to make it back to his position. “Ingram Arasaka at your service.” Ingram took a dramatic pause before continuing, “This being one