"I'm not sure if we're going to make it, the Amerigo data must be saved!"
I climb on top of my raven and drop out of the cargo hatch.
Ravens technically weren't meant to be ridden. Therefore, there is no seatbelt conveniently located on top of it. I just have to hang on tight as we plummet past the flaming ship. X-1153 struggles to increase thruster power, but his--sorry, its--hover boosters are malfunctioning from the explosion, so now we're both falling like a rock.
I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I have no name. Mengsk took that from me. All I have is my designation: Spectre 15. I am one of two spectres that have managed to escape capture by dominion ghosts. My flying (and right now falling) companion is an augmented raven, designated X-1153. That raven has saved my life many times.
When I escaped from that moon, I figured my spaceship crashing days were over. Apparently not. I must be bad luck or something.
X manages to activate hover boosters at the last second. I hop off onto the ground, and X almost seemed relieved. "Come on, I'm not that heavy."
I take an inventory of my equipment. I managed to replenish equipment from the base before we took off, as well as some more equipment from my crashed wraith. My arsenal includes an AGR-14 rifle, various lanched grenades (such as ultrasonic pulse, lockdown, and emp) and other non-standard equipment (remote control spider mines, anyone?).
The crash site is a ways from here. I begin walking in the opposite direction. I'm not just going to walk over hand hand them the data. In fact, if the dominion thinks I'll give a crazed dictator access to who knows what kind of advanced technology, they're crazy.
And also dead.
I see a protoss settlement in the distance. I hope they're friendly.
Edited by Archangel on 8/14/2011 5:18 AM PDT