Lt. Commander Doz Finch - This Tangled Abyss
Doz Finch
((Tanglewoods, Gateside Dimension))
She’d climbed onto the back of the mech suit as it scaled the crumbling inner wall of the latticed pit below, claw-like hands drilling in holes to anchor them. Bits of red soil and dust flew out, landing onto her visor, casting shadowy specs on her jittering white bob inside. Samira and Ethan were hanging onto a root, or a vine, she couldn’t tell, but by god it didn’t look comfortable or easy.
Finch: Hold on tight, we’re coming down! And about as fast we can without sliding towards oblivion.
Neathler: Should have giving him wings.
Espinoza: Response
As energy converted, motors adjusted, and hidden cylinders exerted pressure, the robotic man moved the pair of them further along the newly formed sinkhole. She held on, her leathered hands gripped onto a bit of framework in its neck, swaying as she tried to visually assess how best to capture her team and pull them up and out from their precarious spot.
Neathler: How you’re doing Ethan?
Espinoza: Response
Through the reddish light and falling dust, she could see Samira repositioning herself. The woman’s fingers had found an opening in the tangled mass in front of her, a chance to heave herself into another position, until a look of horror crossed her face through the besmirched helmet. It took a lot to rattle their Chief of Security, so what on earth was it?
Neathler: I…, this thing is having a hold on me.
Finch: What thing, Commander? What is it?
Espinoza: Response
She tried to lean over to get a better look, almost losing her balance as the suit's left leg briefly slipped, causing more crimson soil and dirt to fall down into the great chasm below. Her heart squeezed as her body snapped back into it, hands clinging on.
Neathler: The vines, they’re covering my glove.
Finch: Are they hurting you? Trapping you?
Espinoza / Neathler: Response
The suit came to a halt — it was struggling to find its footing as more of the gorge crumbled away, soil transporting from one position to the next as vines, she assumed, moved and changed position beneath it. Doz tightened her grip, one arm wrapped around its neck, a boot buried in a gap in the chassis.
Finch: Can you rip them out at all?
Espinoza / Neathler: Response