2.1
Chapter 2: Checking the Script
Part 1
I kept my time outside of the hulls to a minimum. Cutting a 'door' out of the scrap at modest range while trying to shape my eldritch blast from a simple directed bolt of energy into something more like a blowtorch's stream.
That resulted in a sort of... mixed success. On one hand, the attempt to turn what was a pulse of eldritch force into a beam of the same hadn't really worked out (yet). But I'd also succeeded in not dying!
You'd think that was simple, but trust me, when you're cutting into a million tons of metal from the bottom in... it starts to take significance.
Once I was inside though... Then things got neat. I didn't have to worry so much about the flashes of my blasts cutting loose so I could really cut loose.
I had so many things to work on! Nonlethal options, expanded range, melee, multi-target. My powers didn't really lend themselves to direct defense that well, but evasion was something I could do. I already had one power that could help with that... if in a somewhat niche capacity.
...Actually now that I thought about it I could use that to access some of the much more secure wrecks for future training.
Something to consider for tomorrow.
I started with melee. From what I knew of cape fights a lot of it took place up close and while I wasn't exactly thrilled about that considering my relatively squishiness I still had to be prepared for it.
Besides, the melee variants of my power were freaking awesome, ranging from point blank energy blasts, to lightsaber claws.
You do not fuck with a man with lightsaber hands.
But that path was a bit... complicated for a guy who only had a very basic knowledge of unarmed combat. Second hand at that. So I was aiming for something a bit simpler.
My phone rang.
I bit off a curse as the metal plate I was carefully cutting out of a wall nearly fell on my toes.
Dancing away from the source of potentially crushed toes, I fished through my unfamiliar outfit before digging out my cell phone.
I checked the Screen. Todd.
Crap!
I yanked off a glove to let me properly use the thing, as I yanked down the scarf part of my 'mask', "Hello?"
"Dwight!" came the relieved response, "took you long enough!"
"Sorry Todd," I apologized, bracing for impact.
"Look, I'm not going to be back till late," He said in a similar tone.
I blinked, huh, wow, lucky break.
"Something big happen?" I questioned.
"Oh you could say that," He replied with the amused tone of someone wearing a shit eating grin.
Now I was interested, "Good catch?"
"Just wait till I get home!" he replied, sounding optimistic for once.
Huh, it sounded like things were actually going good for once.
"Alright..." I stated in a fake wary tone, playing along with his act.
"Right, see you soon little brother."
"Good luck out there. Don't lose a thumb," I reminded semi-seriously.
"I'll do my best not to," He laughed.
Then he hung up.
Huh, tonight really was working out for me.
Then I realized the time.
"Twelve at night and he says he's coming home late. What the hell is late?" I wondered aloud.
Oh well, I wasn't one to talk.
Then I got back to cutting.
No sense wasting a good luck night after all was there?