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Xeuofiar examined the goblet as it was being brought forward, and he did recognize this challenge. Being an Anubite, he had of course made a point to study Bezi culture prior to working with them, and of course he perhaps studied more than he fully needed too. Still, as for the cup, he sighed, but nodded, "Very well, I will partake. Not much of trouble if I lose, I can take it. I suppose I shall give it a try." The old Lord was underplaying himself, as he was actually a rather well experienced drinker. More than one would expect of a species more renowned for its rather low tolerance for liquor. So, he took the goblet, and simply put it up to his mouth to sip. And he just kept sipping, not stopping.
The Omnipo troops were being taken back to camp, which was now being refurbished into a large holding center for these prisoners of war as they were being processed. Taking in who they had captured, how many of them, and of course deciding where they would be sent to sit out the rest of the war. There were a fair few of them, so this would take a while. Meanwhile, by the trophy, the Dragon was examining his prize, and lifted it up with his tail as he turned to speak to Melyphis, "Sadly, you are quite right. This is not going to be the only battle, there will be many more, as this shows they mean war. Omnipo has started quite the conflict with this action. I do hope it's not too much of a request that you and your sisters will be sticking with us to help resolve this. Iammelon must be returned to peace."
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Rovin smirked at the response, glad he was able to extract a compliment of sorts out of her with that, "Heh, I do consider myself a good fighter, so it's nice to be validated on that. But you ain't exactly a pushover yourself! I'd even perhaps suggest being better than myself. But I am not the sort to get jealous. I quite like a woman who keep up or even surpass me, since it makes sure I don't get complacent. After all, I may not get jealous, but I refuse to not carry my own weight! Though I suppose that got a bit obvious after being called out on my wild preferences. But as the cat, or in this case fox, is out of the bag, no reason not to be upfront on it!" He then nodded, cycling through some identities he used before that had worked out before a few times, "Let's see, considering the situation I'd say we go with Proscore as our world of origin. The planet has cities with a lot of population, so easy to blend in, and that population is rather diverse, including many of Shokouan origin. Second, considering its a world of ship pilots and navigators, you can easily sell yourself as a freighter pilot who was here on a job. But, with the ongoing war, you hired a mercenary, that being me, as some protection. Now, you simply want to hitch a ride so you can get home to Proscore, which has sided with Excave's team, so they won't be suspicious. You're using the super freighter to avoid pirates. I think such a story will work out, eh? With our luck so far, it'll hold, and we'll be good! Now to find somebody willing to let us aboard."
He was on the look out now that they were getting close, Rovin did start his look for somebody who may be wanting a quick promotion among the Thorax workers. He was simply skirting the edge of the Thorax shipyard, looking at those working, and particularly at their managers. As one might expect, most of them were just going through the motions, just wanting to do their work for the day and go home. But eventually he noticed, from a distance, a more anxious looking female human senior manager. She was snapping at workers who showed any signs of slowing down, and was viciously searching out any signs of inefficiency. Based on how the workers reacted, this wasn't common of them, implying the situation was more urgent than usual for her.
The Cyboar looked over the superstructure, and instantly began to study its features and log it into their own systems, trying to simply grab a good idea of what it was like and its purpose based on its shape alone. Meanwhile, the speaker responded, "Hostilities are not required as long as questions are answered. Cyboar only fights when there is no cooperation, or the other side violates Cyboar's work. The probe was identified as part of interference with Cyboar research. Explain its purpose."
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The Marines were quite annoyed here, evading yet again to avoid their own reflected shots and grenades. They observed the new approaching foe, and they spread out to avoid the coming attacks and ensure that they'd be keeping distance, and let the Warforged only approach one of their number at a time. Its blade would come to nothing, as it was simply shown that Cyboar forces were rather quick, very hard to hit as a single person. However they couldn't dodge forever, so while the blade just broke more floor, it did manage to grab the Marine. He was not a very effective weapon however, as given the Cyboar's in-depth knowledge of eachother, it was even easier for them to evade one of their own as a mace. And now that the marine was close, it didn't panic, and instead kept fighting. The arm wielding the Marine suddenly found itself with a breaching charge on it, placed there as it launched from the marine's storage compartment. which activated instantly to try and blow the arm off. The Marine relied on the protective field it had been given to keep itself safe, as this explosive was rather intense, given that this was meant to drill into the sides of armored vehicles.
The Command Ship had a power surge of its own, focusing its power to the front of the side that was being grabbed. Its shields were gone, but not their weapons, and it fired a volley of expertly aimed shots, aimed to follow the tractor beams own projector, and bring a high amount of explosive ordinance flying right into the source. Given that it was meant to try and draw the ship in, the Cyboar surmised that with enough accuracy it could follow the line needed to actually fire the and blow up what was sending it out, ignoring the defenses in the process. After all, the tractor beam would be quite worthless if there was something blocking it from firing, like armor. As for the Golem on the ground, there wasn't much they could do about this except send out a ping requesting reinforcements.
"so just calm it down? I'll try, but no promises..Not exactly a Speech 100 here."
Markway looks into the chamber within the chamber, dark as all heck..he can barely see anything, he barely sees the silouhette of the Hive being, which Markway winced at, he knew this thing was suffering here..and it was his job to stop it from screaming. He slowly enters the dark room, and looks for a light..
No such luck
"You guys didn't install a light..did you?" he asks as he goes deeper into the room. He thinks for a minute, before doing what he was asked of him, speaking to the Hive being in its own language.
"Hello, I'm Markway..I'm here to mediate..they dont want you screaming all the time..they want answers from you, and have asked me to be their translator"
He awaits the Hive being's response, hoping that it doesnt see him as a threat..or rips him to shreds. Considering he wasnt wearing his Astrosuit, he assumed that he'd be done for within seconds if the Hive being wanted to end him.
He sat there, knelt down. Eyes averting direct contact. There was a long sigh, “why did you even come here in the first place I wonder. Why did I curse myself to feel this... I am... truly sorry for what I must do.” He stood up, and in a blink of an eye, he had slashed a scythe downwards, cutting Multohula’s hand off. Separating it from her wrist right below the joint. Multohula would not feel pain... but she would pass out from shock. The last thing she saw... the toothy grin of a grey skinned creature standing over her. Yosgel would wake up to see Multohula’s hand removed from her wrist, the hand laying near her. She was passed out, and as he got up, two soldiers tumbled down into the stairwell, followed by Adygea.
The time came and went, and it was the Vok and Mando’ade’s time to return to the ship. The colony was nice, if one enjoyed Bezi architecture. The ship sailed further out, the waves getting stronger, the sea getting more blue than red. But the Mando’ade were briefed on what was going to happen now. They were going to help the Bezi marines in securing a captured fort from Némalese rebels. Their expertise as foreign mercenaries would be invaluable to the capturing of a fort.
As he were to enter the room itself was dark, and filled with large masses of unknown origin, mostly located in the corners of the room, with the room itself being large, almost Equilvent to a small indoor shooting range, Despite this as he would speak there would be silence for a Brief period of time, followed by the sounds of walking seeming to be coming from all around him.
That was before he heard the Chuckle, and then it's eyes, Within this darkned room smelled and felt of death, Dispair and Malice, and just beyond the corner of his sight laid two Bright Purple eyes, staring at him from within the darkness, Concealed by a Blanket of black with its silhouette just barely being seen, for the most part whoever or whatever he was talking to, seemed vaguely human.
And as the brief laughter would stop, the silhouette would begin to move around him under the cover of darkness, remaining silent until making two full passes around him, and finally would speak it's voice seemed female, yet contained a noticeable hint of hatred towards him; as it were to speak to him
"They sent their pet... To tame me, how amusing.. However I am afraid this will not last long for you, Traduitarian the sight of you compels me.. No entices me, To cut you down and turn you into a meal.. You speak our tounge, yet your life and knowledge will not leave my domain, when I am finished with you".
The Eyes would begin to turn Red, and the sound of ripping flesh, and cracking bone could be heard throughout the room, whatever it was doing it would not be good for him, but before it could Finish the room would begin to fill with A noticeable green gas, as the lights would finally shine light on who was before him, A female half Humanoid Half Hive, seeming to be in the midsts of a transformation before beginning to chole from the gas, and falling onto the ground floor, Weakened and now defenseless
Jazmin sighed as she stood up, sighing. “Well... that sounds like a plan at least.” She would help get together as many pieces of equipment as she could carry, before following Harlock. The trio would walk for about two miles before spotting a small town. It seemed modern enough, with roads and trees and buildings. One concerning thing to note was the... silence of it. There were no lights, despite it being around five o’clock. It was all... still...
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Liline snapped her finger, “damn... I’ve never been inside the palace... would have been nice to see...” She groaned, jokingly. The two walked up the large stone steps. Eventually coming to the palace itself. Sephus saw the majesty of it all, (https://imgur.com/eL4ANUT). The Mera Emas, the Gleaming Red and Gold Palace of the Bez. Though, this palace was interesting in its design. Sephus noticed that the entire palace itself was the red and white building, but the palace was inside a castle? Like someone had decided they would put their entire beautiful palace behind massive stone walls.
“You know, this place was built inside of the old castle? When the bez was first a nation, the king lived in the big castle you see around you. But the first emperor, jasper, tore the inside of the castle down, left the outer walls up, and built his palace inside the walls. Just a little bit to note. And since then, the only person to add onto the palace was the last empress, the one before the current empress, who added a greenhouse.” Liline pointed at the massive glass building that Sephus had seen before. The wall had been opened, and extended to cover the massive greenhouse. It had a domed roof, but the building itself was rectangle shaped. From this angle, all Sephus could see was green and the bit at the top where it was clear. The castle part had two distinct features, a massive tower on the northeastern corner with a clock, and one turret on the southwestern corner. The turret was a typical castle turret, with cannons. But the tower was a gothic spire with a clock face built into it. But most fascinatingly, the innards of the clock were exposed. The tower consisted of four pillars of stone, all supporting the box with the clock face, and on top of the clock face was the conical point that extended several feet upwards. But below the box and clock face, a massive pendulum swung in the open wind. Gears ground and turned each other with almost no noise what so ever! The clock struck 1 o’clock, letting out a small chime of bells. Bells Sephus could see ringing, then one large bell rung once. As the two looked out in front of them. There was a huge field of grass, a massive lawn. Speckled with people, visitors and tourists. Most were walking the lawn, sitting on benches, there were only a few trees up here. And beyond the lawn/park, there was another set of black iron gates. And beyond that, was the path to the palace. The gates were locked, and soldiers all stood in front of and behind the gate.
Honour guard and N e o t a u r i a
The table burst into clapping and applause. They all shared a laugh and the colonel took the cup back. They all stood up and smiled, “Very good sir!”
“Jolly good!”
“Cheers!” They all cried.
“Well, I suppose we all owe you a year of drinks,” the field marshal said. The marshal sat down, and ushered with his hand for Xeufiar to sit. “Well, would you be so bold as to introduce yourself, noble friend?” He asked as he raised his own glass of wine for a sip. “My name is Marquess Marlborough-John, but I’ll allow a simple Marlborough in your case, or if you insist on being proper, Lord Marlborough.”
While helping her on the luggage even though she is clearly capable of doing it by himself, he would stay behind her incase it gets too heavy for her although he is aware how much stronger she is physically to him. Him doing that action despite the circumstances is a sign of instinct to do it. As she stretched out his hand for him, he would automatically hold it gently as her touch is so soothing for him that he cannot pass a moment without her soft tender touch on him. The statement of her being a hybrid and hybrids living short lives struck his heart like a hammer against a wall yet he stood close.
"I dont have dedication because i have something greater than it. Devotion." As the two of them walk out of the train he would stay close by her, not wanting to leave her side nor anything bad happen to her.
Upon him grabbing her hand, she would seem to look down at him once more, Still containing a Bright and warmly smile upon her face as she were to look at him, the Train was a buss of activity as other Passengers would seem to grab their luggage, some of which already making towards the exit of the train, as it were to open and let in a Cold harsh flow of air, into the train disrupting the warm air of it with the environment outside, however to Laura and the others it wouldn't seem to bother them much.
But with the fact that Beathusair was not from her world, let alone her prefered climate he would feel something different, as the outside air rushed inwards he would feel nothing but the Piercing cold air Around him, with the only source of warmth seeming to be coming from her hand, and his clothes whicu were still able to contain some traces of heat.
But slowly as Laura would begin to move with the rest on the way out, She would look down at him her facial expression that of Curiousity and wonder as she were to speak to him, as they made their way out and onto the station that they stopped at Eventually speaking; "I just Remembered something.... Your homeworld it's much more warmer than this... Right? please tell you brought some Heavy Clothes".
As she would finish a Strong Gust of air would wash over them, blowing her silver hair around her face causing her to react by momentarily letting go, of his hand and pushing her hair back into place, once she was finished however they could hear the Train Depart from the station leaving them at their destination, as the crowd of people around them would seem to dispurse only leaving the two of them, and a few others remaining at the station.
"Your frame is tagged as Gauss on friend or foe. Probably a small favor from the High Admiral?" Vindicator replied. "But let's find out what it can do!" Vindicator suddenly lunged forward like a lightning bolt, aiming to send one of its fists into Gauss' chest to knock it down to the ground, aiming to put Helka into a defensive position straight off the bat. Even for Helka's standards, it was evident why Frames like Vindicator and Seraph were spoken of quietly and sometimes with reverence. Their pilots were also exceptional and top-tier, much like the material they were made out of. It was far quicker than her spar with Imperator.
There was nobody, at least nobody that Harlock could sense. So eventually, Jazmin would lead Filia in. The town seemed abandoned, left before whatever is happening on the world could happen to them too.
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Liline smiled, looking out and over all the people before turning back to Sephus. “And that’s the mera emas, now come on. Two mor- no three more places for me to show you!” She smiled before grabbing his hand and turning away from the red building.
Lord Tamour smiled at that confirmation by Melyphis, as well as her ideas for improvements. The Dragon was pleased that she was making his trusting of her quite worth the risk of earlier, and decided she would be a good assistant. He certainly would need good help for the coming war, "Excellent, I would not want to force any of you to fight, but of course your sisters are rather dangerous so if they did not join us they would have to go back into captivity. But if they are willing to accept a chance at a new life, then all the better! As for these improvements, I would not know quite how to improve your swarms, given that it is not within my area of expertise. However, I will entrust that to you, and give you access to the resources to you need to accomplish such. Biomass, Excave researchers, and so on. I trust that you will know how to bring your broods out of the dark age and into a new time for your kind. I believe both you and Yajana are excellent rolemodels for your kin to become Iammelonian. And we mark this transition with a victory." Look up into space, Omnipo was now in full retreat from the system, their ships blasting away and out of sight from the surface. That got a cheer out of the Excave soldiers around for a moment before they returned to their work.
Meanwhile, over by Sieg, as everything was working she would see that one Excave Harbinger was approaching her. Slowly, given the nature of its suit, but it eventually came up to Sieg. The Harbinger began to spoke, and while the armor obscured the voice partially it could be told the speaker was a tough female, "You must be Sieg, given that you're the Broodmother who isn't as enthused as the others. Hopefully you aren't such a spoilsport all the time, because I'm going to be your Excave attache. My name's Aloni, and all of you Broodmothers are getting an attache to help your adjust and get into the swing of things. Pretty sure it's the same thing Mierl did for Yaj, and they got along fine. So best get used to me, lass." Aloni clearly wasn't exactly excited to be having this role, but she had accepted it. She was hoping Sieg wouldn't be difficult, and they could keep this relation professional and easy for the both of them for this war.
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Rovin looked around in front of him at the shipyard, thinking of a method to get their anxious manager closer. Then he snapped his fingers, and pointed to two workers moving a large crate rather near to their own position, "Hey, use your little magic power to take the wind out of their sails. Make them drop the stuff. If I read our target right, she'll rush over here at the setback and get real mad. If we can get her worried enough that this haul won't be pitch perfect, we might be then able to descend as glorious angels of opportunity with an offer she can't refuse."
Xeuofiar finally sat down now that this was done. He shrugged at the offer of drinks, since of course that was a good thing but not his current priority. He listened to Marlborough introduce themselves, and nodded in response. Seemed there were a fair few lords here, given that Xeuofiar was one himself as an Anubite, "A pleasure to meet you then, Lord Marlborough. Now, who else needs to introduce themselves? Or are we ready to get started now?"
The superstructure itself appeared to be a massive foundry of some form, though the Controller quickly put conflicting information in .2 seconds into their scan, judging a slight pause in their dialogue as an appropriate means to take defensive actions. They'd find its external defenses consisted of unknown weaponry types that dated back thousands of years. "You are attempting to find structural weaknesss. You will find conflicting data as to the creators and defensive systems."
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The new golem reacted immediately, pulling forth the damage done to Stormhammer as its own arm exploded up to the shoulder, before the Attractor Model's eyes glew briefly. It painted the Champion with it, and then simply stood still, doing....something. Stormhammer itself simply crunched down on the Marine's head, aiming to squish it as its barrier disappeared. The Caller looked at the Marines, before it waved its hand. "An interesting solution. Only one of you is required for interrogation by the ADA." It began a ritual spell of some form, its hands crackling with energy. Stormhammer brought its blade up to cleave a Marine in two as a feint, before moving to punch one of the Marines straight into the wall. Yet, as this occured and the Cyboar fleet destroyed one of the astroids, the blast door slid open. A singular Vok stood there, strangely armored, and made no move aside from glancing at the floor for bloodstains.
The Cyboar agents countered that by simply recreating the hologram image elsewhere inside their ship based on the various information of Cyboar members who had recorded memories of seeing it, allowing them to reconstruct the hologram out of sight, and they'd have to rely on just the image itself to get an idea of it. But up with the voice, they played along, "Cyboar is naturally cautious of all dangers. It is only normal to be prepared. Conflicting information is quite problematic, making the scan pointless. This is irritating, but accepted. You may explain yourself now to show your own side if you wish, and this unit will listen."
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The Marine was obviously rather displeased by its attack being transferred like that, and expressed this through an annoyed grunt as it was being flailed about. But it wasn't quite yet done, charging all of its power up as Stormhammer crushed the head, leading to a chain reaction in which the marine simply exploded, as all of the explosives in its kit went off simultaneously, in addition to the implants within them. In addition to the simple exposions, there was also a massive burst of energy to flow into the golem and try to disrupt it. Meanwhile, the Champion decided to make sure the attractor didn't get in the way by simply rushing it, powering up its fist to smash into the exposed inner shoulder, trying to crack it from there. If Stormhammer survived the rather grand explosive end of the marine, the other marines were quite ready. The faint was dodged, but quickly countered by a tossed explosive onto their blade as it drew close, aiming to take out their weapon, while the other marine easily evaded the punch. The Caller meanwhile got a respond in the form of a grenade thrown at it, which was a cover for one Marine simply rushing forward to tackle them. The Vok got no response, as Cyboar was unsure of what it was doing. Although they did have a decent idea of Vok biology based on the gift they had gotten before.
With a fond smile on her face she had no doubt her friendly High Admiral pulled some strings to make her time that little bit easier. It was exactly that thoughtfulness that got her caught off guard as Vindicator rushed her and trying to knock her to the ground. With this surprise attack she braced into a crouch where Helka was on the defencive like she wanted. From there Helka acted quickly, she quickly rose and used her thrusters to leap back away from Vindicator to give herself a moment of think.
I can see why these Arcalite frames are so revered. They're a handful on their own! This is faster than when I fought those bots back on the carrier. Helka thought to herself before switching to an offensive stance as she ran her power through her frame. Letting the arcs of silver lightning flicker over the frame before she went to counter rush the Frame, aiming a wide barrage of punches in her direction while keeping one arm back to defend herself.
Going back to normal, Harlock was left wondering just where all of them ran too as he started to look through some of the houses for clues. Speaking aloud so the girls could hear him "Empty...Well at the very least we should get all this equipment into the town hall, we can hold up here for the night until we find out just where everyone ran off too."
Filia, loading the equipment they left outside of town into the main hall, soon settled down on a sleeping bag as she scratches her head. "Camping here might be a good idea. We can't keep traveling like this. At the very least we can use this town as a bae for th time being until we find a more defensible position."
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Sephus was just enjoying the sights before Liline took his hand and started to lead him away, seeing her so gleeful about showing him the other attractions. He smiled but remembered the way back down, it should be quicker since it was all downhill right? It has to be. Still, it should be fun. "Oh? Three more huh? I didn't think there were sights that could top Mera Emas."
"N-No wait i want to-" Before she can even finish her sentence the scythe already dropped down on her arm, it was such a sudden and abrupt move from him that he simply went black from that.. With Yosgel bolting upward with a massive headache he would check on Multohula. "Hey, hey.. you alright? Oh what the hell." The hand laying on the ground almost made him shiver, if the hand was fresh enough there is a possibility to reconnect it, albeit without anasthetics. He is unsure how much time has passed ever since he got knocked out by whoever that guy was. Multohula would be barely awake as she can hear murmurs and voices, it seems she is being escorted out of the cave.
All she can do is think right now, thinking who that man was and how unusually familiar he is. "N-no... w-wait.." the soft whimpers of Multohula echo in Yosgel's ears. "Hold on tight Multo. Where getting you out of here." Adygea would be right behind them guarding their six in case the beast shows up. "I-I hav-have to return.." Yosgel sighs, "Multo, for the love of Othan, your hand is missing, im not gonna let you go there again to talk to him unless you wanna lose your hand again." She is too weak to move, from how much shock came over to her body.
The other officers all went around introducing themselves. Doctor Gascoyne-Horatio, The principle medical officer. Brigadier Bolingbroke-Robert, the principle ordnance officer. Colonel Enoch Cochrane, Colonel-on-the-staff, Colonel Adelaide Morigan, Colonel Commandant. Colonel Timothy Umsmith, Fusilier Commandant. Major General Westing-Frederick, Principle Imperial Engineer. Brigadier Aloysius Saunders, principle cavalry officer. Major General Townsend-Edward, principle artillery officer. Lieutenant General Mary McLaren. Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Graves, Aide-de-camp. And finally... um... there was the human woman in the back, she wore an all black military uniform. With the distinctive ministry tassel. Director-General Léa Montpelliard, with a suspiciously silent D and an alternatively suspiciously accented e. Though, while everyone was mostly jovial and conversing with Xeufiar, the director general just sat there, staring at him.
As Multohula laid there, she swore she could see the creature from before following them. But nobody else could see it, only her. It was walking from a distance, just trailing behind. And as they got to the surface, it kept following. Yosgel would have no other interactions with the creature, no sightings of it or the cultists. All he had now was an empty cave and four dusty skeletons.
"I'm not Tra-"
Markway felt his hairs stand up on his back as the hive entity made her statement, and slowly twisted into her true form. He winced at the crunching and gnashing of bone, and the rending of flesh. The stench was horrible..he could smell bodily fluids leaking as the entity grew taller and taller. Markway dared not look, and instead had backed up against the window. He was too filled with fear to speak, mere mumbles exiting his mouth.
Fleshy protrusions perked up from Markway's head, his senses increasing drastically as adrenaline pumped into his body, he could feel the people outside as they uncoiled, and began to pulse as blood pumped in and out of the protrusions..He barely noticed the sudden scent of some gas entering the chamber.
The lights came on after a few seconds, and Markway watched as the Hive entity was forced into her humanoid state, apparently weakened by the gas in some way. He took a minute to calm down, the fleshy bits on his head recoiling, and sinking into his hair. He approaches the Hive being, no longer scared..but definitely ticked off. He sternly yells at the hive entity
"To think that I'll have to tolerate you for Nobody knows how long. so its best you not do anything stupid, understand me?! The sooner these questions get answered, the quicker we can get out of here."
When they did this, they'd find the hologram seemed incomplete without an actual projection from the Controller. Its location and inner defenses were well hidden in this regard, simply concealed by the fact the Controller only transmitted its exterior view. "Your insistence of being the dominant side in this is strange. Your firepower is insufficient to land you in such a position." The Controller replied simply.
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The energy and damage once more went into the Attractor Golem, and this seemed to spur it into action. It shot its first forward fast enough to go supersonic, expending all of the left over energy in one punch to slam it into the Cyboar Champion's chest, aiming to send them flying toward the wall. The more energy the Attractor model gathered, the stronger it became, however. As the Attractor drew forth Stormhammer's damage more and more, it finally seemed to shut down, initiating a nanite repair process.
The Vok lifted up their pistol and shot the grenade going to the Caller out of the air with unerring accuracy, minimizing damage before they moved to aim at one of the Marines towards the head with sharpshooter quickness. The rounds this gun fired were utilising ammunition constructed from special heavy-gravity alloys to annihilate armor or shields, and this one was particularly deadly. A hypervelocity, Ceramite-jacketed bullet surrounding a special magnetically-sealed needle with a monomolecular tip. The tip itself would aim to pierce the target, before phasing forward, then phasing back inside the target, activating a second charge to launch the bullet forward and deeper into its victim.
These guns were specially made for exemplary individuals, and this happened to be one of them. "The Warforged are taking far too long to deal with this. Your insistence of living is insulting. Where is the child? You have only these few moments to answer, or your fleet will be annihilated in space above you. Then I'll extract the information from your implants and your skull."
Stormhammer moved to punch the Marine going at Caller away from it, aiming to put the Marine on the defensive and backpedaling as it discarded its blades for a flurry of massive fists. Caller continue to do...whatever it was doing.
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