The Big Damn Fight

Step one. Pretend like space has no effect on you. If the audience believes it, it’s true.

Technically, vampires didn’t need to breathe. For the most part that didn’t really factor into the general belief system surrounding vampirism, so they tended to work with it. Nova knew of some vampires that had spent most of their un-lives underwater. However, the rules worked somewhat differently for Nova. Nobody knew she was a vampire, in fact her publicists had constructed a careful campaign, seeding rumors of vampirism into the zeitgeist as “conspiracy theories” so most people believed she wasn’t one. This allowed her to transcend the beliefs of having to drink blood or not be in the sun because of this one precarious lie.

Unfortunately, she felt like she was going to implode. Clearly survival in space was not one such belief that her followers generally held. It was too late to go back now, she either had to convince everyone or suffer the consequences of a brash decision. She caught up to one of her drones and grabbed it, slowing down her momentum a little. She was almost in reach of the girl when she noticed shots from the titan incoming.

Step Two. Don’t get shot in the vacuum of space. She didn’t much have a plan for this except to hope that she was lucky. She crossed her fingers.

Zaiza zoomed past her, the multitech in the form of a spaceship. A flurry of missiles released from two outlets on it’s sides, barreling into the giant, and unleashing a number of explosions.

The explosions sent Nova hurtling back to the ship. Undamaged by the blasts, she had a split decision to make, go back now or get the girl. She opted for the second option. She jumped off the ship with all her might and sent herself flying directly towards the girl amidst a galactic dogfight.