TITLE: Icy chills
GENRE: Science fiction, Wattpunk
WORD COUNT: 553 words

Artemisia had not taken her own suit for repairs before the battle. There had been no time. She had hoped that the suit would get minimum force to damage it; but when then, she had felt the freezing air seeping through the crack on the abdomen of her suit.

That was hours ago. Now, her insides felt numb with the cold.

"Suit," Artemisia  said, "align the vi-vision input of Commander Launcelot 's battlesu-suit into the right half of my scr-screen."

Half of her screen was taken over by what Commander Grey saw through his own battle suit.

Artemisia only had to instruct the A.I in her suit and it would to its job. Very few warriors had realised the true potential of the A.I on and off the battlefield.

Even off the frontlines, warriors were required to have their suits ready for battle. Who knew when an ambush could happen?

Armoured men with electrical arcs stood side by side, making a pathway for the commander to walk to the masses to inform them of the good news. Artemisia could hear jeers as the commander got closer to the crowd. The loud noises were of the crowd that always stood in front of the castle. Either demanding or praising something.

"Commander, this is warrior Artemisia. I am stranded out i-i in the Zoda fields w-w with no way out. The snow h-has increased and vision is im-im-impaired. I am inj-jured and unable to walk. Please send out troops for retri-trieval." She had almost contained her chattering to a minimum.

"Warrior Artemisia, you have been a great help to our country but we won..."

Artemisia saw no more of what was happening in the castle. Power had officialy run out of her suit. Her body was hurting from the lack of movement and the cold set bone deep.

The broken suit was buried under a blanket of snow. Instead of the crack on the abdomen, it now also had a rip at the back and the leg covering was missing on the right leg. She couldn't see or feel her leg but she knew it was there. Frozen.

All these openings were enough to freeze her hands, feet, nose and ears. This snow was not ordinary snow. This snow was the Zoda's doing-they controlled this snow.

The constant pain in her shoulder was not one she wanted to dwell on but the howling of the wind made her want to focus on something else.

Artemisia shifted into a laying position and muffled her scream. She would not alert the Rebels of her position. Her knees were damaged beyond repair, her abdomen had cuts and bruises from the Rebel's attack. She would be useless in a fight.

 Her suit had tried to regenerate her body but there was not enough power.

She had sent out a distress beacon before the power ran out.
If the other warriors were smart, they would've tracked her since that time.

What won't they do? Retrieve her? Send out troops in the deadly snowstorm?

Artemisia did not linger on it any longer. She felt tired and closed her eyes for only a moment.

Her suit no longer protected her from the icy bite of the air. The suit was now cold. No longer insulated.

Only for a moment she told herself but we all know what happened.