[ Crowded in, full bulk of Locus plus armor plus intent pressing him back? York can't do anything but go. But thud against the wall of the shuttle as the usual tradition hooks in and twists all that panicked, frantic energy into something sleeker, sharper, hotter.
Till he scrambles to pull off Locus' armor in the same way he's being tugged free. ]
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Till he scrambles to pull off Locus' armor in the same way he's being tugged free. ]