Page 58 of Monstrous Rampage
“It’s IGR.”
“What that?” Snyder asked.
“My designation is IGR. Indigo. Giganotosaurus. Rex. Don’t make another like me.”
“Oh, not to worry about that. DSC learned their lesson all too well with your creation. They’ve gone back tothe drawing board and will devise an entirely new BGR iteration.”
There was a message in Syko’s words. A message for me.
Not a farewell. A clue.
Snyder would never let me go. He admitted it. Unless I wanted to breed captive dyni babies indefinitely for him, we needed to escape. Or die.
I’d rather die with Syko in the hold of an imploding ship than stay trapped in this breeding program.
:Add the rest of the dyni here with us to our grid,:I told Terroar.:Then firewall us off completely from the ship’s network so it can’t log thoughts or statuses any longer, though keep a back door for me to access the ship’s computer.:
:Done,:Terroar replied.:Though there are still cameras and recording devices everywhere.:
:Start disabling all cameras on the ship, beginning in this room. I don’t want them to see where we’re going until it’s too late.:
:Where are we going?:I wasn’t sure which of the new dyni asked but I didn’t recognize his voice.
:I’m going to the hold. I might not make it to Syko in time to jump, but I’m going to try. If none of you want to come with me, that’s fine. I only ask that you create as much havoc on the ship as possible to buy me time to get to him. Though I feel it’s only fair to warn you that I plan to destroy this ship whether we get away or not.:
Rekt had shifted back to his humanoid form.:Tell us what you need.:
:I need speed and battling rams to break through tungsten in case I can’t get into the hold.:
Green streaked toward me. Rekt picked me up and threw me on top of the raptor’s back before I could even squeak withalarm. I threw my arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he ran toward what I could only hope was an exit.
Horseback riding had not prepared me in the slightest for riding a raptor. His rapid, running gait was like an ostrich, and other than his neck, I didn’t have anything to hold onto.
:Shortest path to the hold is marked on the map,:Terroar said.:I’m coming with you. I’m just not as fast as the UGRR.:
:You know I’m coming,:Rekt said.:I’ve never tried pinchers against tungsten but it might work. Roll call, who else is coming with us?:
:Designation XAS, name Spike. I’m coming. I’m just slow and a tad unwieldy.:
:Designation HITMS, names Grilex and Maul. Fuck Snyder and fuck DSC too.:
:Fuck this ship I’m out. Designation NSTG-A, name Webb. No need to roll call. We’re all fucking coming.:
A rocky cliff loomed ahead but the raptor didn’t slow down. I ducked down low, hiding my face against his shoulder.
:Relax,:Chonk said.:I won’t let you fall off.:
:I’m more worried about slamming into a rock wall.:
He laughed as he ducked his head and slipped beneath the slowly lifting door.:I got you, and Terroar’s got the doors. Easy peasy.:
:Until Snyder figures out what we’re up to and shuts me out,:Terroar said.:So I’m opening all the doors everywhere to make it as confusing as possible.:
:Great idea,:I told him.:Thanks. I didn’t think of it.:
:The alpha said this is a think for yourself kind of squad. I like it.:
:Everybody should split up and take different routes if possible,:I told them.:Destroy panels or doors if it doesn’t slow you down too much. Make your passage obvious to draw attention to those areas. Rekt, take a path toward the survivalpods at least in the beginning. Maybe Snyder will buy the decoy long enough for us to get to the hold.:
