We're all in this virtual space together.
Dhruva

You twist the door open and throw it aside as hard as you can,almost throwing the seemingly immobile object off of its hinges. Once thestrange archaic door was open, the burning in your brain ceases and you canfinally think clearly. You sigh in relief, but you are too soon in such anaction because the strange portal before you begins to suck you into whereverthe doorway may lead against your will. You try to scramble onto the doorframe,desperately trying to hold on for fear of what might be on the other side ofthe door. Eventually, though, the supernatural force of the door’s realm pullsyou in, and you fall through the strange swirling vortex like Alice down theproverbial rabbit hole.

When you finally land, you look around you in amazement. It is thesame sort of set up as the room where you came from, with no coding presentaround you, but there was one major difference. All around you lay giantscreens, showing you and your party members struggle through the virtual spaceto which you had been placed. You stare in horror at the myriad of screens thatsurround you, coating every surface of the walls, floor, and ceiling of theroom you were now in. Suddenly, the visions around you change, and memoriesbegin flooding back, hammering your skull forcefully. You ache and clutch yourskull in pain at the influx of everything you had forgotten, and then just asfast it is ripped from you, leaving you with real loss flooding through youonce again. The screens have gone blank.

What do you do?

Myos jumped into thefray, smooth and quick on his feet, gliding around the packed space like andice skater. The chess board that he and his group found themselves playing onwas swung heavily in the Empress’s favor, but that wouldn’t stop them fromgiving it all they had to take down the countless guards. After all, they wereonly flesh and blood while the star studded warriors had armored suits on theirside. The smooth steel flowed around him like the cape of a superhero, giving himboth strength and protection against the enemies before him. his vision was asred as his vibrant hair, not caring what got in his way, though always presentof his companion’s locations due to the tracking map present on the visor ofhis robotic protector’s screen. He alternated swinging his sturdy crossbow likea bludgeon, smashing the skulls of the unprotected guards with a loud thwack,and firing the powerful missiles. The fiery rockets tore from his weapon with aflourish, and he watched with an almost sickening glee as they collided withthe packed guards, the rippling effect like that of falling dominoes as all ofthe surrounding men were hit by the powerful missile as well.

Soon, the once beautifulgolden space was covered in blood, the battle cries of the small rebel forceresounding and echoing like hollow swan songs in the cavernous space. Not longafter Myos began the assault, the other three joined in as well. Achernareagerly yanked off the golden anchor that would activate her weapon, a deadlysmirk on her face as she prepared to take part in what she did best. Zekepulled his silver ring off, an action that meant so much more to him than justpreparing to fight. A sneer was plainly visible on the ravenette’s face,disgusted with all that he had bought into and all that he used to serve underthe guise of furthering the glorious Alioth Empire. Amaya had long beenpreparing for this moment, the revenge for her mother and the rest of herabused kind being the small halfling’s driving force. Her once youthful andexuberant face was somber and cold and she reached up to spin the ever presentfloating tiara that crowned the blonde girl’s head. Soon, like the others, thearmor had enveloped her body in all its vivacious curves and she leapt into thefray without mercy.

Myos, as well as theothers, knew to stay clear from the area Achernar had herself planted in onceshe dived into the thick of the horde of opponents. She swung her sword wildly,like it was an extension of her newly formed steel arm. Even just getting closeto the woman was deadly, the guards soon found out, because the battle hardenedwoman could easily switch from her melee weapon to hand to hand combat in aninstant. The red and blue steel around her fists curving into deadly spikedbrass knuckles. When Achernar sensed a guard getting too close to her, shemerely lashed out with any of her limbs, the spikes covering every surface ofthe machine impaling the flesh of the Empress’s servants like butter. Her swordflashed, and a buzzing sound filled the air along with her shouts of joy. Myosgrinned, knowing the chainsaw on the katana the woman wielded had just beenactivated. Soon, blood began to spray from every direction where she stood,lost on the screen of Achernar’s suit which was the same, crimson red of theblood.

Amaya danced around,circling around both Myos and Achernar in wide arcs, picking off the guardsthat danced just outside their range of weaponry with her spinning discs.Hundreds upon hundreds flew through the air like a swarm of bees, slicingthrough and skin they came into contact with. Thousands of cuts littered theenemies all across the floor, slowing them down and starting the agonizingprocess of bleeding to death. Sometimes the blonde girl even got off a luckyhit and the agile discs sliced through a main artery and ended the guard’slives within mere minutes.

The ravenette, unlikethe others, kept his bulky armor out of the true heat of the fray, preferringinstead to hold his spot towards the front of the room. He held his broadswordlike a hunting rifle, easily cutting down any guard that tried to storm him.Zeke’s armor was less prepared for such close combat, even though the spindlethin joints allowed him to move just as easily as the others, the large platesaround his shoulders and other areas of the armor meant that he could easily betrapped within the bodies pressed so tightly together. Instead, he kept at adistance, but it didn’t mean he was any less effective. Zeke lost count of howmany fell to his blade like gun, the suit’s masked face giving him a fearsomeand cold faced that matched his calculated actions.

Though Myos was lost inhis own sea of blood, he constantly kept his eyes darting to the small map inthe corner of his lime colored computer glass, checking to make sure hiscompanions were safe through it all. The guards were putting up their besteffort, but even the technologically efficient weapons they wielded were notenough to do much but scratch the suits the rebellion wore. Yes, the battle waswearing down on them, but Myos was sure they could hold out easily against thevolley of bullets that rained almost uselessly against their heavily protectedplated armor. However, they did have strength in numbers on their side, Myosthought viciously, looking around him as he fired off another missile into thecrowd of enemies. They must have taken out hundreds but still the room seemedfilled to the brim with the anonymous faces of the guards. Though he was sureof their fighting skills, their stamina was what he was worried about. How longcould Razzy’s armor suits last?

How long could Razzylast?

The thought formedclearly in his head, so clear that his glass visor misinterpreted it as amessage that needed to be sent out to the others. Myos was worried since it wasobvious the Empress knew they were coming, and the ashen girl was outside theroom by herself. Achernar picked up the message and began heading back towardsthat direction in an instant, crashing through without any care what happenedas the thought of Razzy being gone charged the neurons in her body to anexcitable level, adrenaline rushing through her body. Zeke called out to her inwarning, noticing the target the girl had painted upon herself while Achernardidn’t care. The guards now gaining an enemy that was no longer pummeling themwith both fists and sword, fired ruthlessly upon the woman. While most of therounds bounced off easily, there were a few that hit, noticeably slowing thebluenette down. Achernar seemingly didn’t care, only worried about the girl onthe other side of the door.

Zeke scowled, changinghis position so he could fire on the guards that were targeting the woman, anddoing a bit of help protecting Achernar from the ceaseless attack. Myos wishedhe could go over to her, but he was trapped in his area and he knew that tryingto chase after the fired woman would be suicide at this point. And so hecontinued his onslaught of the guards around him, gritting his teeth in thepain of leaving one of his teammates of to dry with nothing but good wishesupon the stars overhead to help her. Amaya, however, could not bear to donothing, so with her lithe hummingbird suit, she flitted over and followedAchernar on her journey to the door, dancing through the hoards to take out theones that were the closest to firing off a deadly shot. The blonde bouncedaround as though it was a dance and she was a star. Leaving Myos to wonder ifthe mutated DNA gave her an advantage over the simplistic human guards aroundher. As the cheerful Amaya was about to yell out a word of encouragement to thewoman with the hair of an ocean that was just at the door, a shot the blondewas sure she had avoided crashed through the side of her helmet, leaving thesound of splintering glass and a scream cut short.