teachings of the Empire whispered caution, restraint. He was not like his nightmare; he was here to help liberate the Guxcacul.
His squad moved to yet another building, and Dstrat used his implant to establish a connection with the door and open them. None of the buildings they had encountered used any kind of encryption; the door computers were simple, and based on those of the Consortium.
As the door opened, Dstrat moved one foot forward to step inside and then stopped. For a moment, he just stared at the opening.
“Dstrat? Do you see something?” SL Jürgen asked.
Immediately, as if a fog was lifted of his mind, he realized what had happened. He turned and shouted, “Move! It’s the Sow—” He didn’t have the chance to finish as an earth-shattering explosion threw him in the air and into the building across the street in a wave of fire and debris.
He smashed through the wall of the building, with the force of the explosion still following him in the form of red flames, and kept going, the force pushing him through the second wall as well. He slammed into the floor and landed on some crates that shattered under his weight with a force that shook him to the bones even with the layer of armor he was wearing, making him lose his vision for a moment.
After he shook himself off, he looked at the left side of his HUD and saw red indications on his armor’s systems. His communications were damaged, he no longer had power in his left leg, and he had lost a big chunk of his shoulder plate.
Slowly, he struggled to stand up, and barely managed it. He looked at the icons that represented his squadmates, and saw that he couldn’t read their suits’ telemetry any longer. He turned towards the hole that he’d made in the wall and started towards the flames, intent on finding out if any of his squadmates still lived, when something slammed into him, throwing him back to the floor.
Then something started firing point blank into his head, obscuring his visual sensors. Dstrat struggled to throw his attacker off, but it had already wrapped its limbs around him and held tightly. He raised his left arm, angled it above his chest, and fired. The first plasma bolt missed but the second hit, and he felt the hold on him weaken. With another shot, the firing on his head stopped and he rolled over his opponent. As his visual sensors recovered, he saw the body of one of the Sowir tool-soldiers, wearing a kind of battle suit he was not familiar with. Again, he struggled to get to his feet, when another of the enemy soldiers slammed into him from behind, pushing Dstrat’s head through the wall.
With his head stuck, he couldn’t see anything behind him, but his armor’s sensors told him that the enemy was firing into his back. The weapons fire did little damage, but Dstrat knew that his battle armor—weakened from the explosion—wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. He raised both of his arms and slammed the turrets there into the wall, breaking it and freeing his head. He turned and was met with another form flying towards his head. Instinctively, he pointed his plasma turret and fired, blowing a hole in the main body of the creature. Then he tried to shake off the one on his back, but because of the constraints of his armor, he couldn’t do anything.
As the tool-soldier kept firing its energy weapon into his back, Dstrat could see his armor’s integrity falling, the nanites furiously trying to repair the damage and failing as it accumulated. More shapes started entering the room from the hole he’d made in the wall when he’d crashed through. Not seeing any way out, he slammed his back into the wall, hoping to at least pin the enemy on his back and prevent it from firing. Then he pointed his turrets at the incoming enemies and started firing. Plasma bolts burned through them whenever they hit, just as the enemies fired their own energy weapons from the turrets mounted on their backs.
Eventually, the enemy on his
His squad moved to yet another building, and Dstrat used his implant to establish a connection with the door and open them. None of the buildings they had encountered used any kind of encryption; the door computers were simple, and based on those of the Consortium.
As the door opened, Dstrat moved one foot forward to step inside and then stopped. For a moment, he just stared at the opening.
“Dstrat? Do you see something?” SL Jürgen asked.
Immediately, as if a fog was lifted of his mind, he realized what had happened. He turned and shouted, “Move! It’s the Sow—” He didn’t have the chance to finish as an earth-shattering explosion threw him in the air and into the building across the street in a wave of fire and debris.
He smashed through the wall of the building, with the force of the explosion still following him in the form of red flames, and kept going, the force pushing him through the second wall as well. He slammed into the floor and landed on some crates that shattered under his weight with a force that shook him to the bones even with the layer of armor he was wearing, making him lose his vision for a moment.
After he shook himself off, he looked at the left side of his HUD and saw red indications on his armor’s systems. His communications were damaged, he no longer had power in his left leg, and he had lost a big chunk of his shoulder plate.
Slowly, he struggled to stand up, and barely managed it. He looked at the icons that represented his squadmates, and saw that he couldn’t read their suits’ telemetry any longer. He turned towards the hole that he’d made in the wall and started towards the flames, intent on finding out if any of his squadmates still lived, when something slammed into him, throwing him back to the floor.
Then something started firing point blank into his head, obscuring his visual sensors. Dstrat struggled to throw his attacker off, but it had already wrapped its limbs around him and held tightly. He raised his left arm, angled it above his chest, and fired. The first plasma bolt missed but the second hit, and he felt the hold on him weaken. With another shot, the firing on his head stopped and he rolled over his opponent. As his visual sensors recovered, he saw the body of one of the Sowir tool-soldiers, wearing a kind of battle suit he was not familiar with. Again, he struggled to get to his feet, when another of the enemy soldiers slammed into him from behind, pushing Dstrat’s head through the wall.
With his head stuck, he couldn’t see anything behind him, but his armor’s sensors told him that the enemy was firing into his back. The weapons fire did little damage, but Dstrat knew that his battle armor—weakened from the explosion—wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. He raised both of his arms and slammed the turrets there into the wall, breaking it and freeing his head. He turned and was met with another form flying towards his head. Instinctively, he pointed his plasma turret and fired, blowing a hole in the main body of the creature. Then he tried to shake off the one on his back, but because of the constraints of his armor, he couldn’t do anything.
As the tool-soldier kept firing its energy weapon into his back, Dstrat could see his armor’s integrity falling, the nanites furiously trying to repair the damage and failing as it accumulated. More shapes started entering the room from the hole he’d made in the wall when he’d crashed through. Not seeing any way out, he slammed his back into the wall, hoping to at least pin the enemy on his back and prevent it from firing. Then he pointed his turrets at the incoming enemies and started firing. Plasma bolts burned through them whenever they hit, just as the enemies fired their own energy weapons from the turrets mounted on their backs.
Eventually, the enemy on his
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