his knees with the lower half of his face a mangled mess.
To Ben’s way of thinking that should have been the end of it but the replicant had other ideas. He lashed out with a foot sweep that should not have been possible given the blow to the head he had just endured. Ben toppled to the ground on top of the man and the two began to wrestle in earnest.
Cat’s opponent managed to reach security panel on the wall. He hit a quick series of three buttons and then turned to face Cat. The smile on his face did nothing to remind her of her friend and mentor Admiral Bud Faragon.
Cat heard a gasp and then a muffled scream from the security cell behind her. While still wrestling with the Faragon replicant; she glanced sideways at the cell she had just vacated. The sight was horrifying. An iris on the back wall of the cell had cycled open -- exposing the entire room to the hard vacuum outside. Cat could see bedding and other miscellaneous items floating free in space. Her two friends were among those items.
Sergeant Stone and Specialist Nobel were attempting to raise the emergency vacuum hoods that were built into their combat suits. Unfortunately those hoods were a 50-50 stopgap measure in the best of times – for use only when a soldier could not quickly reach their detachable HUD helmet. Having been caught completely off guard… It did not look like either soldier was going to be able to successfully deploy their hoods before the shock of being spaced rendered them unconscious.
Cat continued to scrap with her opponent. Time was not her friend. Cat knew the medical nanites that were a standard part of every soldier’s deployment load out would protect her people from permanent damage but only if they could get to them soon.
“Ben!” Cat shouted. “It may be time to end this.”
“Agreed Admiral,” he grunted back while trying to keep his opponent from driving a diamond edge blade into his torso. “Any ideas?”
Cat looked at the cell with JD in it. He was standing by the force field gesticulating wildly at the control panel the Faragon replicant had been accessing a just few moments before. He wanted Cat to see something.
Cat made a decision to end the fight. Her unique abilities had always made her an especially deadly foe and as a result she had been reluctant to utilize her abilities to kill but her current adversary had shown no such compunction. Given the need to rescue Sergeant Stone and the Specialist as well as the clear warning the station’s commander was trying to give her, she made the decision to terminate the replicant. It was not a decision she made lightly as ending a life was abhorrent to her.
While grappling with her opponent she worked her hand towards the neck seam on his combat suit. She knew from experience this was one of the weakest points on a Mark-10. When her hand was near her target she ordered the construction nanites in her fingers to rapidly extend in a force blade. When grim determination she pushed the blade through the weak spot and into her opponents cranium. Her blade met an unexpected amount of resistance. She doubted an unenhanced human would have been able to drive the blade home. The result was what she was expecting however. Her opponent collapsed and was quite dead.
She spun around as Ben finally managed to take his opponent out. In his case he used his enemy’s projectile weapon at close range into the man’s face. The result was not pleasant but death rarely was.
“Is it my imagination or were they a lot harder to stop then they should have been?” Ben asked.
Cat’s only answer was to swipe her still extended finger blade down the side of the wall near the station commander’s cell. As a result of physically cutting the circuits supplying the security force field, the field dropped. JD stepped forward and immediately began to reach for the control panel on the wall.
Cat caught his hand before he could reach the controls. He struggled with her for a moment
To Ben’s way of thinking that should have been the end of it but the replicant had other ideas. He lashed out with a foot sweep that should not have been possible given the blow to the head he had just endured. Ben toppled to the ground on top of the man and the two began to wrestle in earnest.
Cat’s opponent managed to reach security panel on the wall. He hit a quick series of three buttons and then turned to face Cat. The smile on his face did nothing to remind her of her friend and mentor Admiral Bud Faragon.
Cat heard a gasp and then a muffled scream from the security cell behind her. While still wrestling with the Faragon replicant; she glanced sideways at the cell she had just vacated. The sight was horrifying. An iris on the back wall of the cell had cycled open -- exposing the entire room to the hard vacuum outside. Cat could see bedding and other miscellaneous items floating free in space. Her two friends were among those items.
Sergeant Stone and Specialist Nobel were attempting to raise the emergency vacuum hoods that were built into their combat suits. Unfortunately those hoods were a 50-50 stopgap measure in the best of times – for use only when a soldier could not quickly reach their detachable HUD helmet. Having been caught completely off guard… It did not look like either soldier was going to be able to successfully deploy their hoods before the shock of being spaced rendered them unconscious.
Cat continued to scrap with her opponent. Time was not her friend. Cat knew the medical nanites that were a standard part of every soldier’s deployment load out would protect her people from permanent damage but only if they could get to them soon.
“Ben!” Cat shouted. “It may be time to end this.”
“Agreed Admiral,” he grunted back while trying to keep his opponent from driving a diamond edge blade into his torso. “Any ideas?”
Cat looked at the cell with JD in it. He was standing by the force field gesticulating wildly at the control panel the Faragon replicant had been accessing a just few moments before. He wanted Cat to see something.
Cat made a decision to end the fight. Her unique abilities had always made her an especially deadly foe and as a result she had been reluctant to utilize her abilities to kill but her current adversary had shown no such compunction. Given the need to rescue Sergeant Stone and the Specialist as well as the clear warning the station’s commander was trying to give her, she made the decision to terminate the replicant. It was not a decision she made lightly as ending a life was abhorrent to her.
While grappling with her opponent she worked her hand towards the neck seam on his combat suit. She knew from experience this was one of the weakest points on a Mark-10. When her hand was near her target she ordered the construction nanites in her fingers to rapidly extend in a force blade. When grim determination she pushed the blade through the weak spot and into her opponents cranium. Her blade met an unexpected amount of resistance. She doubted an unenhanced human would have been able to drive the blade home. The result was what she was expecting however. Her opponent collapsed and was quite dead.
She spun around as Ben finally managed to take his opponent out. In his case he used his enemy’s projectile weapon at close range into the man’s face. The result was not pleasant but death rarely was.
“Is it my imagination or were they a lot harder to stop then they should have been?” Ben asked.
Cat’s only answer was to swipe her still extended finger blade down the side of the wall near the station commander’s cell. As a result of physically cutting the circuits supplying the security force field, the field dropped. JD stepped forward and immediately began to reach for the control panel on the wall.
Cat caught his hand before he could reach the controls. He struggled with her for a moment
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