Suddenly!

The door opens and you almost step out- but the maintenance corridor is blocked by a monstrously large robot, a red glow filling your vision!{if danger = true} It's A.M.Y.! Shit!{else if danger = false} You recognise it- it's A.M.Y., the 13,000 pound cargo moving robot from the hangars! Though normally unassuming, now she looks more like a monstrous beast, with her oversized gorilla like arms barely fitting in the corridor, her eight foot tall wiry body in silhouette as her large, singular red eye beams down upon you through the doorway.{endif}

{if danger = true}"THERE. YOU. ARE! YOU. WILL. NOT. ESCAPE. AGAIN!"{else}"I. SEE. YOU! ENGAGING. CAPTURE. PROTOCOL! DO. NOT. RESIST!"{endif}

{if Fax Panther = true}"Fucking hell!" Fax instinctively raises her arms, getting into a combat stance, but then begins to run when realising what good that would do. "Run!"

"ADDITIONAL. TARGET. ACQUIRED!"{endif}

You get out of the way just in time as A.M.Y. crashes through the wall like paper, swinging one of her oversized arms in a large arc at the spot you were just standing on, knocking shelves over and scattering junk everywhere. You run towards the only other way out- through the hanging flaps on the opposite end of the room. The flaps batter you as you jump through them, and you find yourself in the largest section of the station- the warehouse. Cargo crates are stacked upon each other, each a different vibrant colour, a remnant touch of tradition from long ago days of Earth naval shipping. You wonder if it's worth hiding in any of them, but your thought is interrupted by A.M.Y. smashing through another wall, hot on your heels. {if danger = true}She will not let you escape again.{endif}

You dart along the street-like spaces, A.M.Y. dangerously close to catching up to you and swatting crates to the side like they weigh nothing.