Prime for his part was doing a good job at rounding up his own dupes. It may have involved crawling underneath trucks and grabbing them by the ankle, but it accomplished the task at hand. There were only a few stragglers left, still fighting the Rogue dupes as if they weren't going to die any second. Of them he was proud.
Which was why he wasn't going to let them killed.
He climbed over the cars and debris to get close enough to them and he noticed that they were working as a team. The Rogues were unfocused and fighting amongst themselves. The Madri weren't and it was probably the only reason they were still alive. That's when he realized that he couldn't get close enough for contact without being killed himself. Adding a new element to that situation would disturb what little order he had created. He'd have to do it remotely.
Fuck.
He extended his hands in front of him and willed them back. For a second nothing happened and he panicked. Something needed to happen. He concentrated again, pushing through the pain and the madness, and just hoped.
And the first dupe came back and then the second and the third and the dupes they had all created. There was only one dupe he couldn't account for now but he wasn't on the bridge.
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Date: 2007-06-07 12:14 am (UTC)Which was why he wasn't going to let them killed.
He climbed over the cars and debris to get close enough to them and he noticed that they were working as a team. The Rogues were unfocused and fighting amongst themselves. The Madri weren't and it was probably the only reason they were still alive. That's when he realized that he couldn't get close enough for contact without being killed himself. Adding a new element to that situation would disturb what little order he had created. He'd have to do it remotely.
Fuck.
He extended his hands in front of him and willed them back. For a second nothing happened and he panicked. Something needed to happen. He concentrated again, pushing through the pain and the madness, and just hoped.
And the first dupe came back and then the second and the third and the dupes they had all created. There was only one dupe he couldn't account for now but he wasn't on the bridge.
Maybe he's gone to get help.
Jamie was alone. Bleeding. Possibly dying.
But he wasn't going to give up.