CityOfRapture

Chapter 8 The Weight of the Void Shepard stood on the walkway, dumbfounded. Where vast machines had stood mere seconds ago was now just empty space. The remaining Cybermen had also disappeared, leaving only their dead behind. “We failed.” The thought struck him like a sledgehammer. They had fought their way right to their objective, only to fail at the last hurdle. “DAMNIT!” he yelled, banging his fist against a railing. A heavy groan echoed around him, as if the whole room was twisting. “Shepard!” a voice crackled through his radio, “Shepard? Can you hear me?” “Huh? Yeah, Yeah, I hear you,” he replied, “Who is this?” “It’s Benton,” the voice replied, “The Cybermen just teleported the computer core out of the station. We’ve only got a few minutes before we get pulled into the gas giant!” “I hear you,” Shepard replied, “They got the station’s power plant as well. Head back to the Normandy as fast as you can.” “What about you?” “We’re heading back as well, but if you have

Chapter 8 Journey to the Surface Rapture, Ryan Amusements, 1968 The Atlantic Express station for Ryan Amusements was dark, with only the sound of water leaking in from ever-growing cracks in the walls breaking the silence. Few splicers came here now. A rumble of metal echoed through the empty space and the doors at the end of the platform began to open. Moments later, the sleek body of a railway carriage broke the surface of the entrance moon pool. In the driver’s cab, Michael waited until the carriage was level with the platform, then pulled hard on the brake, bringing it to a standstill. He pushed a small button on the control panel, and the door of the cab slid open onto the half-flooded station. “Mind the Gap,” he muttered, scratching his unshaven face. He had been planning this moment for nearly three months, and knew this was likely his only remaining chance at escape from Rapture. Taking a torch from his tool belt, he shone it around the ruined station. Most of