The Big Damn Fight

Nova was dropped into a hallway and fell to the floor, landing gracefully like the hero she was supposed to be. She looked around at her surroundings. She was in space, she could tell that much even without any real evidence to support such an assertion. It wasn’t like there were any windows darting the long metallic hallway corridors, so it was possible that she could be underground... But space had a particular smell and feel to it, and this smelled and felt like space to Nova.

She was also alone, at least in the physical sense. The others she had just been with in that monstrous blob’s lair were nowhere to be seen. The hallway corridors were vast and empty. Aside from the occasional creaks denoting that the ship was an old one, the only sounds she could hear were her footsteps and the whir of her drones. Curiously, they were flying around taking in observations of the surroundings. Nova quickly extrapolated that the only way they would be active was for one of two reasons, neither of which would be particularly helpful to her current situation. Reason one seemed more likely to Nova, that someone or something had hijacked the drone’s capabilities. The second reason was less likely, that earth, her earth, was still connected somehow, through the vast annals of space. (and potentially time, not to mention dimensions.)

She turned to one of the drones who was following her. She called out to the cameraman who usually piloted the drones for her organization, “Are you reading me, Eyes?”

No response, but Nova waited patiently through what could be the usual lag. Finally, it transmitted a message through its speaker , “Loud and clear, boss!” The voice was a familiar one, belonging to Eyes. “We saw the Margot creature too! The whole country is on the edge of their seat, the views from this footage are off the charts!”

Shit. This was going to make things tricky. If she wanted to get home withe her reputation and abilities intact, which she did, she was going to have to be careful. As well as not dying for the grotesque space-bending blob’s entertainment, she’d have to play to the camera. Unfortunately for her, the americans at home didn’t like it when you killed people for bloodsport. But someone was going to have to die this round, and she wasn’t going to let it be her. Nova knew the people at home would want her to fight Margot before she ever played by it's rules, but Nova knew when she was outclassed in a battle, so that wasn't an option. Nova developed a plan thusly; find the others, form alliances, and let them murder each-other.

She could probably always kill the laptop. She doubted the people at home would care much about that.