Shattered sections of hull whipped past as Donovan glid across the wreck of the<span style="font-style: italic">Manila</span>, his footfalls silent in the vacuum. Not a bad ship, all things considered, but certainly not enough for him to feel any remorse at losing it. Too little space for his liking.<br/><br/>Collectors shattered at his passing, most battered aside as he used one of their more unfortunate fellows as a club. A few of the more fortunate were merely crushed under foot as he bulled through the swarm, ever tracking his target. The gold flare was moving, a spark of radiance descending -ascending? In space, direction was relative...- towards the twisted abomination that passed for a Collector ship. It looked more like a collection of fleshy asteroids welded to a ship's thruster, but then again, Donovan was never very good with the technical side of space travel. He was usually just along for the ride.<br/><br/>In any case, if the not-prey was heading for the ship then so was he. The upcoming communications spire had been damaged enough in the initial battle that it now made for an excellent ramp. The black-suited marine felt his vitriol-charged muscles coil for a moment before he shot forward, accelerating with another burst of white light. He streaked along the hull, off the spire, and hurtled towards the broadside of the Collector vessel like an errant comet. Though anyone daring enough -imputent enough- to gaze at the blinding streak would note have been able to see it through their smote eyes, a fine patina of blue-green tarnish rapidly spreading like mold over Donovan's body, flaking away to reveal a more durable layer of shining brass etched with maddening spiral patterns of green flame.<br/><br/>His helmet screamed alerts at him, the VI going mad as he achieved velocities unsustainable by a mere mortal form and barreled towards a target that no mortal form could survive an impact with.<br/><br/>ALERT!! 5 SECONDS TO IMPACT!! ALTER COURSE IMMEDIATELY!<br/><br/>Donovan just grinned.