Ester hurriedly stood up from his seat, his heart beating and mind spinning rapidly as he compiled what had just been said.
'At this point I can confirm that this ability only activates when I'm in possible danger although there is a small gap where the danger hadn't occurred yet.'
He stumbled away from his desk as the visions of the blurred figures laughing as they dropped trash onto the melted landscape continued to permeate Ester's vision.
'I should've added this to the similarities, but while the omni vision is occurring my normal vision still works' Ester placed a hand against his head as a pounding ache built against it.
'The problem is moving during it.'
The problem might be caused by seeing two perspectives overlaid with each other at once or it might be something else.
But whatever the cause of the problem was, the fact of the matter is that if he didn't warn Eva to put the pedal to the metal they would die buried underneath trash.
The Driller's drill bit was still twisted after what had happened last time and Ester sincerely doubted that it would work if put to the test.
"E-Eva!" Ester stuttered as he stumbled her way with closed eyes.
'Oh that feels better.'
Absentmindedly thinking about how much pressure was lifted by just closing his eyes, Ester utilized years of muscle memory to reach Eva's side.
Feeling her questioning gaze at his closed eyed appearance Ester hurriedly explained.
"Omni vision gives me headaches, closing my eyes alleviates the headaches, so far the Omni vision has only activated when we are in danger and we are in danger."
[AJK eojq 4930 (!#_$!!!]
Hearing the garbled mess of words that spiked in intensity near the end, Ester barely had the time to grab onto the desk before the Driller jolted forwards underneath his feet.
Then the Omni vision shifted perspectives from the inside of the cockpit to over the Driller confirming his fears.
'There's a slagging Dumper over us.'
Cursing their shitty luck as trash fell from its opened underbelly, luckily enough they were just at the edge of the Dumper's drop zone.
The problem?
The five fucknuts in the cockpit above were bringing the drop zone closer and closer to them.
Ester heard metal bend close to his right as trash fell from above- Wait. No, that was inside the Driller.
Becoming aware of the fact that the grip he had on the Driller's desk was strong enough to bend the metal around his right hand, Ester's attention was once again stolen by the falling trash as the Driller weaved between the numerous cracks in the ground.
Most of these cracks in the ground appeared small however as the recent heatwave generated by the super rocket propelling the planet created hyperreactive chemical compounds that melted most of the plastic and metal together.
But if Eva was dodging the small cracks in the ground then there was probably a good reason for it.
For the time being, he should just do what he did the first time this ability first appeared to him, hopefully without the final crash and burn sequence.
He really didn't think that the Driller's drill bit could take the abuse.
"Trash incoming on the points 127, 84, neg 39, 58, 7, 23!"
Eva's speaker let out an incomprehensible scream as the trash falling from the Dumper at speeds greater than he could articulate and Eva could follow thundered against the top of the Driller.
But unlike what he had initially feared, the Dumper remained intact causing Ester to realize something.
'The Driller isn't a weak fleshy shite that could die from light rain.'
Hurriedly reevaluating the danger of all the trash in the air, unlike before where he calculated several unnecessary trajectories and unnecessarily stressed Eva, Ester was confident that the things he was telling her to dodge were things that were dangerous enough to affect the Driller someway somehow.
"Neg 358, 57, 10, neg 209, 79, 12, 52, 33, 5."
There was the fact that he had to add the estimated half length of these objects to the rapidly approaching XY coordinates but Ester dealt with enough mechanics to calculate the rough length give or take a meter.
Eva let out a sharp sound as the Driller darted across the field of melted plastic underneath a soundtrack of pelted trash .[EEEEEEEE]
Suppressing the urge to poke fun at the noise she made, Ester hurriedly stabilized himself as she took a wide berth around another one of the small cracks in the ground, skirting the edge of half of a Hover car at 52, 33, now at neg 5, 2 in the process.
Wondering why in the void she would go such lengths to dodge cracks no bigger than his fist, the rain of trash answered his question as the half of the hover car broke through the ground, plummeting into a deep chasm in the process.
Feeling his attention linger at the large crack in the ground that was deeper than the Driller was long, it seemed that Eva did have a good reason for taking such wide berths around them.
Not that he was assuming she didn't, Ester just didn't think that the cause was the recent heatwave prompting chemical compounds to make deceptively intact patches of melted land.
'But the more you know- PLANE WING!'
Attention snapping back from the chasm in the ground to the plane wing hurtling down to the ground, accounting for the wind speed, wind direction, aerodynamics, gravity and length it seemed that the place where the plane wing would fall was directly to the left of them.
This wouldn't be a problem if they continued barreling forwards.
The problem is that thanks to a small crack directly to the right of them, they were unable to do that.
Ester felt kinetic forces push him right as Eva made a sharp turn left.
"Fuck." Ester cursed as his eyes snapped open, his left hand reaching out and grabbing onto the scruff of Eva's shirt before he pulled her back. "I'm sorry about this!"
[EIQH AJ39 )!49JT $(@#MRNJT #*!*(#$ #)! #FJA) GHR$)@#R $NU]
Eva's speaker let out an unholy screech of data as she instantly began to writhe in pain in his grip.
But better to be suffering from the after effects of a Data Seizure than to be dead.
Flinching as the edge of a plane wing drove itself through the ceiling and into the seat where Eva was previously, Ester briefly imagined what would've happened if he didn't grab and move Eva out of the area of impact in time.
It was a grisly image.
*Thunk thud thid dud thood dawk duah
Being pulled out of his imagination by the sound of trash colliding against the top of the Driller, Ester cursed.
He nearly forgot, but they were still in the midst of a trash rain that was ramping up in intensity as the main body slowly caught up to them.
Moving past the plane wing as the Driller slowed to a stop thanks to the one driving it being indisposed, Ester cursed once more.
The plane wing had embedded itself into the Driller's interface screen.
He needed that to drive the damned machine.
If there was time Ester could jerry rig a separate apparatus to temporarily drive the Driller.
But there was no time.
Ester cursed as his heart thundered in his ears, the trash continuing to rain down on the top of the Driller.
'Wait.' Ester's mind buffered to an interaction he had with Eva nearly two weeks ago. 'The top of the driller...?'
Two weeks ago, while he was returning from a scavenger hunt, Eva appeared from above in an attempt to surprise him.
In the attempt to surprise him, Eva hotwired the Driller to be able to function from up top in the vents using two monitors.
'I can drive the Driller from the vents.' Focusing on that fact, Ester suppressed the headache in his head as he fumbled for the Respirator hanging on the wall.
Tossing it next to the still spasming Eva, Ester hurriedly clambered up into the vents.
He did scratch and bruise himself in the process, but it was a means to an end.
Ignoring the strange tool besides the two monitors since this was hardly the time to learn the controls, Ester hurriedly placed a hand against the screen.
'I said I wouldn't deep dive into channeling again but fuck me and my promises I guess.'
Cursing at himself, Ester channeled his mind into the Driller.
New senses opened up to him as information rapidly disseminated itself into his consciousness, the two camera's on the Driller blinking at the sight of trash everywhere, pressure sensors thumping as it revealed several chasms deep in the ground, theOverheatingEngines, LockedDoors,LoweredLightBattery-
'First off get rid of all unnecessary junk.' Ester interrupted the flow of information flooding into his mind.
Cutting out the info regarding camera's, locked doors, lowered light battery and whatever else he didn't need. The info flowing into his mind was cut down to only the pressure sensors, the engine status and the wheels status.
His omni vision could substitute for the Camera's after all.
Directing power from the engines to the wheels as he finished cutting out the info, the engines roared and the wheels squealed as the Driller dragged itself out of the mire of trash swiftly building up around it.
Ester heard groans of disappointment from the corners of his mind alongside two yells of joy but he ignored it in favor of surviving.
Wheels dragging themselves across the ground as the rest of the plane fell onto the position directly behind him, Ester grunted as a sharp sensation pressed against his head and something dribbled down his nose.
Ignoring the mystery liquid as his head pounded with pain, Ester forcefully pushed the Driller to its limits
The Engine reached 50% of its limit.
'189, 39, 13 but 110, 61, 60 The driller is 0, 0, 3, it'll be tight.]
The Engine overheated to 60% of its limit.
[Neg 30, 19, 20 but 123, 80, 70"
The Engine roared to 80% of its limit.
"29, 20, 20, neg 40, 50, 60"
The Engine forged ahead at 92% of its limit
[Neg20,50,10,120,40,130]
The Engine thundered at 97% of its limit.
"[Neg204010,701070"]
Ester's head pounded at 99% of its limit.
[You are a fucking Idiot sometimes you know that?]
Ester's head went quiet at 10% of its limit.
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14 DAYS SINCE PROJECT VOID BUFFER FIRST FIRED ITS FLAMES
2 DAYS SINCE PROJECT VOID BUFFER FIRED ITS FLAMES THE SECOND TIME
2 DAYS SINCE THE CORRUPTED OF C-POINT BEGAN 'HER' HUNT