Bab 170: Throttling Up Pt 5

Amal slid her environmental suit’s helmet shut with a solid CLACK. Air vented out of little ports from the side with a loud FSSSH.

Inside, its HUD lit up on the heavily tinted glass in front of her face.

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Oxygen: 96%, stable

Filter Degradation: 1%

Antimicrobial Shield: Active

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Amal sighed deeply as resolve set deep in her bones. After a moment of reflection, she curled an open hand into a fist.

“Okay, here I go,” she said. “Wish me luck.”

“Ganbare,” said Miko.

Amal fired up the plasmathrower in her hands with the simple press of a button. Its tip erupted with an intense blue energy, which she expanded out to a wide cone. Then she took the plasma straight to the heap of debris piled up a few meters away from their corvette.