You push up at the on the heavy insect as its pincer like jaws try and take a bite out of you, your muscles screaming as it takes everything to keep those jaws out of reach of its goal. If the bug trying to turn you into a meal wasn't enough to could hear the heavy movements of the woman's feet moving about as she seemed to be waiting for something unaware of the struggle happening between her boots. You hadn't a clue what she was up to and you didn't care all that much as you fought for your life. Then you heard a voice, "Do you need some help or not?" Your heart nearly leaped from your chest as strength returned to your arms to keep the bug at bay. She must of seen you, you were going to be ok. "Yes I could, thank you miss, hurry I can't keep this thing back forever." Then silence you were sure, what was going on and you were about to call out again.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before Garon, now why did you make me come to this dump of a world just so you could call me over comms anyway." She continued with her conversation with the contact she'd apparently come here to speak to. She'd in fact never noticed the struggle at her feet and never heard the cries for help or the screams of frustration as you figured out what was going on.
Once more you felt helpless as your arms having used up most of their strength and your adrenaline just about out were about to fail completely. You weren't about to be some bug you'd normally end up scrapping off the bottom of your heel's lunch. You use the last of your strength to push the bug back with one arm freeing the other to reach down to your belt a few tools still hanging off of it. Your fingers grasping for something that might be enough to get you out of this situation. Your eyes lite up as they run over the smooth grip of your plasma cutter. You pull it from your belt and flick it on the short white hot flame only an inch or so long shooting out.
"EAT THIS!" You scream out jamming it into the bugs accepting jaws nearly taking your hand with it. The reaction was immediate and very satisfying, its squirming screams of pain as it attempted to work the burning flame from its maw brought a tear to your eye as it pulled itself off of you and started grinding its face into the mud. You start pulling yourself backwards trying to get some distance as the bug works the plasma torch free finally tossing it aside. The bug was burned a bit with a few holes now gracing its face. If an insect could look pissed off, this thing was fuming.
"Crap." You start looking around for some way to defend yourself as the bug charges at you one more.
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