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A stone dropped into the leaves, bouncing slightly against the ground and the human's head turned away for a split second.
The sound shouldn't have stuck out to him in all his years of soldiering; first as an assault tooper in the Caracosan Regime's glorious battallions, nowadays as a sharper-than-average guerilla hiding out in the Sprawl. It was however, those tiny devil-details that saved one's life frequently; the faint hum of a plasma rifle charging or the pitter-patter rhythm of vrexul spider-bombs moving in underground drain pipes.
He turned his head towards the stone; probably detritus kicked about by the tadpole-missiles. He turned ba-
A scream roared out from his lips as a blade entered his arm, ripping through the steel-laced nano-kevlar, through subdermal armor, and into his muscular mass beneath. Hands trembled and mouth open, glaring with HUD-overlaid eyes scanning Stein, he did not wait to swing his fist towards the sudden cybernetic intruder.
Too slow; a sudden twist of motion, another scream of pain, the kick of combat drugs kicking in, and the comforting grip of a rifle's torn out of his grasp. What would have been a curse became a fiery rage, then a scream. Once more, his combat armour failed to protect from a blade, this one tearing into his gut. Chemicals burned in his veins, agonizing delirium seared his mind, and desperate hands reached not for knife or sidearm but Stein's throat.
Stein's shoulder reacted first, slamming into him, carrying him as if he was little more than an insect smashed against a windscreen. His elbow raised and attempted to slam into the bastard cyborg's neck as the Pravlat-20 rifle enhanced by an energy jacketing dispenser fired a stream of vitriolic death into his comrades.
One human had turned just as the screams shouted but did not get to voice a word before a burst of rounds slammed into his body. The armour cracked, crumpled, and his lungs burst as the enhanced bullets tore straight through the back of his ribcage, vaporized viscera and blood sereanding them in smoke. He fell to the ground, violently convulsing as fungal organs within his body tried to pump life back into his half-dead corpse.
The tarrhaidim had reacted faster. One had rolled away, crouched and raised his rifle before cursing. His twin barrel pointed at Stein's head but his thrashing comrade was not still. The other one rolled away but mid leap but two rounds slammed into him. One ripped into his collarbone, tearing a gory crater into his flesh and another blew open the majority of his skull, sending him twisting and stumbling to the ground.
His fist slammed into the ground and he pulled himself up; no eyes stared at Stein but short tendril-like formation... no, worms! Beady eyes attached to slimy segmented bodies, a shadow cast over them by the risen crescent made up of the remaining bone and mushroom-flesh of its skull, wilting and wobbling in place as nerves and connective tissue twitched and squirted green-brown fluid outwards. Those worms had likely been some kind of back-up targeting mechanism; a faint electrical current was detected as it raised its own Pravlat-20 and began to circle around for a better shot.
"IS THIS THE WRATH OF YOU INSIGNIFICANT VAT-BORN SUB-SENTIENTS?" It roared as it raised its other arm, swatting over its back and stomping backwards, smashing a hefty rock in the process to pebbles in its rage-fuelled motions. "ON YOUR HELLWORLDS YOU MAY BE A KING BUT HERE YOU ARE LESS THAN GRIME BENEATH OUR HEELS!"
Forced to let up his barrage, the cojoined abomination swung again, thrashing left and right while trying to avoid its comrades. Its hatred only going, its other massive trunk-arm bent uncomfortably back, hidden ball-joints winging it into place as its claws opened. The prongs shrieked, electricity dancing along them, as it fired a blast of high voltage power backwards, hitting itself on the shoulder and gurgling as it tensed for the pain. As a semi-biological warmachine, itw as partially protected even if the agony was immense, forcing it to a knee. It was hinging its bets on its ability to resist its own shock.
The electirfying agony was interrupted by another kind of pain. High explosive shells slammed into its body. An eye burst open in yellowish fluid and nudibranch like ocular-organisms, torn from their connector nerves and writhing upon the soil. A few more blasted against its armored bulk, scouring and weakening armour and drawing a reverberating series of gargle-growls.
A hyper-accelerated round smashed into its "gut" and the machine stumbled backwards, crashing into one of the biotents. The structure held as it partially crumpled from it smashing into it before its shock-claws gripped the dirt and pulled it to its feet. With its cybernetic weaponry momentarily out of the picture, its front shuddred as a quartet of protruding tubes emerged at four points framing its jutting head.
The weapon made little noise; faint *zrip zrip zrip* sounds as it fired an pinpoint precise of medium armour-piercving growth-spines, aiming it directly at the robotic duo, hoping to at least force them into cover. It couldn't properly scan them; machine priests of some sort but their armour readings weren't coming through clearly, even with back-up systems kicking into action. Quickly, its targeting lasers began to search for Sarnai. It could feel the hot metal embedded into its body - one of the tarrhaidim that comprised the biomech was dead from shock, forcing more weapon and vital functions onto a now smaller shared consciousness. Its beams began to sweep the treeline where it believed she was hiding, analysing the travel path of the bolt based on its positioning and residual traces in the air.
There was hell to pay for all the invaders.
A blip on his HUD: cover locations. Affirmative, he blipped back, falling into cover. That creature may have zapped itself but there was no telling how hardened it was against electrical intereference even from even from its own weaponry. He sped back to the positions, hoping that Dalia could do something about its fearsome artillery.
Karnix in the meantime was spitting rounds from his Hellhammer, blowng a hole through another eye before ducking back into cover. He wasn't sure how well those spikes penetrated but he wasn't about to find out.
A stone dropped into the leaves, bouncing slightly against the ground and the human's head turned away for a split second.
The sound shouldn't have stuck out to him in all his years of soldiering; first as an assault tooper in the Caracosan Regime's glorious battallions, nowadays as a sharper-than-average guerilla hiding out in the Sprawl. It was however, those tiny devil-details that saved one's life frequently; the faint hum of a plasma rifle charging or the pitter-patter rhythm of vrexul spider-bombs moving in underground drain pipes.
He turned his head towards the stone; probably detritus kicked about by the tadpole-missiles. He turned ba-
A scream roared out from his lips as a blade entered his arm, ripping through the steel-laced nano-kevlar, through subdermal armor, and into his muscular mass beneath. Hands trembled and mouth open, glaring with HUD-overlaid eyes scanning Stein, he did not wait to swing his fist towards the sudden cybernetic intruder.
Too slow; a sudden twist of motion, another scream of pain, the kick of combat drugs kicking in, and the comforting grip of a rifle's torn out of his grasp. What would have been a curse became a fiery rage, then a scream. Once more, his combat armour failed to protect from a blade, this one tearing into his gut. Chemicals burned in his veins, agonizing delirium seared his mind, and desperate hands reached not for knife or sidearm but Stein's throat.
Stein's shoulder reacted first, slamming into him, carrying him as if he was little more than an insect smashed against a windscreen. His elbow raised and attempted to slam into the bastard cyborg's neck as the Pravlat-20 rifle enhanced by an energy jacketing dispenser fired a stream of vitriolic death into his comrades.
One human had turned just as the screams shouted but did not get to voice a word before a burst of rounds slammed into his body. The armour cracked, crumpled, and his lungs burst as the enhanced bullets tore straight through the back of his ribcage, vaporized viscera and blood sereanding them in smoke. He fell to the ground, violently convulsing as fungal organs within his body tried to pump life back into his half-dead corpse.
The tarrhaidim had reacted faster. One had rolled away, crouched and raised his rifle before cursing. His twin barrel pointed at Stein's head but his thrashing comrade was not still. The other one rolled away but mid leap but two rounds slammed into him. One ripped into his collarbone, tearing a gory crater into his flesh and another blew open the majority of his skull, sending him twisting and stumbling to the ground.
His fist slammed into the ground and he pulled himself up; no eyes stared at Stein but short tendril-like formation... no, worms! Beady eyes attached to slimy segmented bodies, a shadow cast over them by the risen crescent made up of the remaining bone and mushroom-flesh of its skull, wilting and wobbling in place as nerves and connective tissue twitched and squirted green-brown fluid outwards. Those worms had likely been some kind of back-up targeting mechanism; a faint electrical current was detected as it raised its own Pravlat-20 and began to circle around for a better shot.
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Their body screamed, a thousand howls from a legion of cojoined throats, feeling claws rip into hardened shell, hungry for the meat within. The drakaris; a low-born creature, little more than the byproduct of corporatist arrogance and brutish fumbling, clinging to the iron-willed gestalt tyrant who now had to swat at it as if it was a mere gnat. Horrific flames scoured its arms and body, its own heat-resistant shielding being put to the test as like a flood of lava they crawled towards its guns. Veins burst as emergency coolant sprayed out, drenching them both in a yogurt-like viscosity but it was too late. One barrel had melted and the others overheated as the vomit-spawn munitions in its back began to shriek and cry out.
"IS THIS THE WRATH OF YOU INSIGNIFICANT VAT-BORN SUB-SENTIENTS?" It roared as it raised its other arm, swatting over its back and stomping backwards, smashing a hefty rock in the process to pebbles in its rage-fuelled motions. "ON YOUR HELLWORLDS YOU MAY BE A KING BUT HERE YOU ARE LESS THAN GRIME BENEATH OUR HEELS!"
Forced to let up his barrage, the cojoined abomination swung again, thrashing left and right while trying to avoid its comrades. Its hatred only going, its other massive trunk-arm bent uncomfortably back, hidden ball-joints winging it into place as its claws opened. The prongs shrieked, electricity dancing along them, as it fired a blast of high voltage power backwards, hitting itself on the shoulder and gurgling as it tensed for the pain. As a semi-biological warmachine, itw as partially protected even if the agony was immense, forcing it to a knee. It was hinging its bets on its ability to resist its own shock.
The electirfying agony was interrupted by another kind of pain. High explosive shells slammed into its body. An eye burst open in yellowish fluid and nudibranch like ocular-organisms, torn from their connector nerves and writhing upon the soil. A few more blasted against its armored bulk, scouring and weakening armour and drawing a reverberating series of gargle-growls.
A hyper-accelerated round smashed into its "gut" and the machine stumbled backwards, crashing into one of the biotents. The structure held as it partially crumpled from it smashing into it before its shock-claws gripped the dirt and pulled it to its feet. With its cybernetic weaponry momentarily out of the picture, its front shuddred as a quartet of protruding tubes emerged at four points framing its jutting head.
The weapon made little noise; faint *zrip zrip zrip* sounds as it fired an pinpoint precise of medium armour-piercving growth-spines, aiming it directly at the robotic duo, hoping to at least force them into cover. It couldn't properly scan them; machine priests of some sort but their armour readings weren't coming through clearly, even with back-up systems kicking into action. Quickly, its targeting lasers began to search for Sarnai. It could feel the hot metal embedded into its body - one of the tarrhaidim that comprised the biomech was dead from shock, forcing more weapon and vital functions onto a now smaller shared consciousness. Its beams began to sweep the treeline where it believed she was hiding, analysing the travel path of the bolt based on its positioning and residual traces in the air.
There was hell to pay for all the invaders.
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"They're disrupted, we have the initiative!" The voidhanger, pulling himself up to a kneel, fired a burst of plasma and tried to aim low, scouring a few scouring hits on one of its thighs. Damn that thing was tough; his weapon was made for kiling vrexul as big and as armoured as as Karnix. This creature however was barely budging.
A blip on his HUD: cover locations. Affirmative, he blipped back, falling into cover. That creature may have zapped itself but there was no telling how hardened it was against electrical intereference even from even from its own weaponry. He sped back to the positions, hoping that Dalia could do something about its fearsome artillery.
Karnix in the meantime was spitting rounds from his Hellhammer, blowng a hole through another eye before ducking back into cover. He wasn't sure how well those spikes penetrated but he wasn't about to find out.
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