A good seven minutes passed, Death Star reckoned. With each passing minute, he grew angerier and angerier at the world in general. Damn him for being careless. He knew if he had left Iceheart, she would have died. Why didn't he bring her along with him?!
His thoughts flickered briefly to his first love, his rage vanishing momentarily, but then he thought of Iceheart again, and he sunk back into his rage, just as headlights shined over him, blinding him. Flinching, he heard the hovercar's door open and slam shut, and two feet shuffled over to him. "Uh, chief, is that you?" a familiar voice came out.
"....No..." Death Star croaked, his voice cracking under the strain of talking, his throat's dried blood spots cracking open, battery fluid pouring down once more. Hacking up some of the dried batteryfluid, he shakily raised his hand to wipe the blood off his lips, only to find there was more oozing out of his hand and he was spreading it across his face. The sight must of shocked X1, who moved in closer, concern written all over his face. "...It's Mary....Frackin'....Poppins...." he finished under alot of strain and hit the sidewalk, his eyes still blinded by the headlights.
Death Star's body was probably almost beyond recognizition. His hair was matted down in blood; some dried, some fresh and oozing onto the street. His shoulder armor and chest armor was literally ripped off of him, sticking everywhich way like a jagged army of spears, waiting to cut into whoever laid their hands on him; his lower body and legs were mangled up worse, and his right leg continued to twitch without his control. He wouldn't be surprised if some nerual connections to it had be sliced.
"See? This is what happens when you run with scissors."
Death Star swallowed hard, his vision turning black momentarily. He had probably two minutes before he passed out and X1 would have to repair him. His rage was so bitter though, that he doubted he would have died anyway. He wanted to kill all the Mavericks with his bare hands. To force CorSec to pay for everything they did in drops of blood. But, even through all that rage, what X1 said pushed him beyond his limit of control. "She's DEAD you asshole, and all you can do is JOKE?!" he roared, his voice sensors leaping to their height in voice pitch. He was surprised his system didn't shut down his voice to compensate what just happened.
"Hey, do you want me to patch you up, or are you gonna bite my damn head off?" X1 snapped at his battered companion.
"...Couldn't bite your damned head off if I wanted to...but when I wake up...count on it...but I want to be concious before we head home...get help locally....I don't want to head home...yet..." Death Star ordered and finally gave into the darkness.
X1 stepped back and scratched his head. "What about fish sticks?" Sighing, he picked up Death Star and laoded him into the backseat of the hovercar and took off.
"Not much I can do with dental floss and chicken feet..." X1 pointed out in his usual tone, but it dropped after DS beamed at him. "Yeah, yeah I did...."
"Lets go..." Death Star said, walking out the door and heading through the hallways to their shuttle. He wanted to get back to the station. His rage boiled some. It WAS, after all, for them Iceheart had died, wasn't it? It was THEIR fault, as much as it was his....And with that feeling, he sank back into self-pity. Stepping onto the shuttle, he waved X1 to the pilot seat, and began to brood, his face growing darker and darker.
X1, not commenting at all, solemnly took the pilot's seat and eased the shuttle off the ground.
"....X1," Death Star began, his tone leaving no room for any type of funny lines or off the wall remarks; only a calm, heart to heart, and serious answer. "It's my fault she died...if I hadn't left her alone, it would have never happened..."
"Look, chief..." X1 said with a bit of reluctance in hie voice. Activating the autopilot, he spun around to meet Ds's face. "You can't beat yourself up over it. Things...happen. You couldn't have known."
"And what if it had been you? Huh? Then what? She'd be the one sitting right where you are, right now, beating herself up over what-if's and what-might-have-been's." X1 reclined in the seat. "I've been around for damn near 100 years now, I've seen alot more then you have. Trust me, you can't change the past, no matter how bad you want to..."
Death Star snorted, his eyes almost burning with rage. "Oh, sure, you can talk, since it's easy for you....like you've really had someone you loved die to you because you turned your back a few minutes too long..." he whispered, each word curt and sharp, like the blade of a knife.
"You seem to forget who I am." X1 cut in. "I'M the guy who was the prototype reploid, remember? I was around when Mega Man was X-less. I was around when Doc light died! So don't you tell ME about not knowing what it's like!" Kicking the wall of the shuttle, X1 turned back around.
"I tried, you know. I tried SO hard to save them, ALL of them. You're not the only one who's ever lost anyone, so shut your damn mouth." X1's head sank as his voice slipped into sorrow.
Death Star cleared his throat. "I guess that's that, then," he told X1, standing up and walking to the back of the shuttle, slamming the door shut after him.
Angrily, X1 kicked the console. "...Ow."
The shuttle streaked towards the station up ahead, unaware of it's two angry passangers. Like all things must sooner or later do, it continued on....