Sub-0

A wip sci-fi fanfiction about a time traveling IceWing from a dystopian future. I am no science expert, so please correct me if there are any inaccuracies regarding the fantastical technology mentioned. Also, I am fairly new to writing, so it isn't the best.
== Prologue ==
Sub-0 booted up the large machine in front of him. Machines buzzed, lights flashed, and the door slid open into a foggy capsule just big enough for 2 dragons. He had to admit, some things he added just to show off. I guess there isn't really anyone to show off for anymore, though. He stepped into the capsule, and strapped himself into the left harness, bracing for the pain. After all, one can't expect quantum light travel to be magically painless! 
A large fan overhead started spinning as soon as he closed the door. It got faster, and faster and faster, until it was so fast it felt like it was sucking his scales off. The harness kept him safely attached to the floor, but it felt like it was ripping his skin off until he was just naked bones. He started tearing up, and his tears inevitably got sucked into the fan. He knew, at this point, that it must be going faster than light. He just hoped it would work. After a while, his vision started to turn red around the edges, and he felt invariably nauseous. Everything started to go black, and he fainted from the pain right there in the harness.
== Chapter 1 ==
Sub-0 woke up fuzzily, blinking awake. Why was he in this white capsule? Why was it so bright? He looked down at his body, still strapped into the harness, and memories came flooding back. He could not quite recall everything, but he remembered the excruciating pain sharp and clear. The harness unbuckled with a click!, and once he was out he walked around a little, massaging his sore muscles. He took a deep breath, wondering what he would see once he got out of the machine. Here goes nothing. He pressed the button next to the sliding door, and he saw... 
Stone. Just a big stone wall where the outside should be. The land must've eroded down with time, he thought, sighing with disappointment from his oversight. He knew he had to get out, but there was no feasible way! He couldn't go back to his time, because he only managed to get enough Radionite for one round trip. And if he didn't make it, well... that would be the end of it all. He sighed once more, trying to think. He sat down, and the enormity of it finally hit him. He was stuck. If he couldn't get out, he would die in here. He began to pace, just as he always did when he panicked. 
His breath quickened, and he thought, his mind racing. What did he have? Well, his tail vat, for one thing. He had mixed the acid inside his prosthetic tail himself. But no HiveWing, SandWing or RainWing venom could dissolve solid stone. None of his other various prosthetic additions would be much use here, he thought, getting more and more worried as he eliminated all his ideas one by one.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. The time machine! It has all sorts of parts he could use! Most of them wouldn't be of much use, but he could use the fan as a saw if it went fast enough. How would he power the fan? If he detached it to use it as a saw, it would detach from the wires. He did have an emergency canister where he could put fuel directly in, without any wires, just in case. But he didn't want to use the Radionite, he would need every tiny bit to successfully make the return journey.
He paced faster, worried. What could he use? What could he use? What could he use? As he paced within the tiny space, his tail vat bumped into one of the walls with a clang. That was the answer! The venom stored in his prosthetic tail was distilled with Radionite to make it ever more deadly, and if he put it into the emergency fuel canister it would make the fan go more than fast enough to get him out of here. With a confident rip, he tore the fan off from the wires and tilted it upside-down. He plugged the nozzle of his tail into the fuel canister, and it began to spin. 
Yes, this was working! Gingerly, he lifted up the fan, keeping the whirring blades far away from his torso. As he moved the blade forward until it collided with stone, he saw a thick line of sparks, and eventually the blade moved further into the wall of stone. He kept going, confident he was going to get out. After a few minutes, a roughly foot-deep gouge in the rock was made. The fan buzzed as fast as ever, until one fateful moment, when it sliced through the rock like butter and thin rays of sunlight fell upon his steely scales.
He grinned stupidly, happy to finally see the light of the sun again. He must be in the very side of a hill, for him to be this lucky.
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