Chapter 4: To betray is to die
"A change of plans Varas, a good change too. We have gained more elites than expected and every grunt is following us, Mutaram of course and some of the bridge crew cant be swayed to follow us." Rolamo whispered to his good friend Varas.
"Good we will set up the grunts, so that the have a shot at him from his back, they will be in massive confusion as a grunt "accidentally" fires his fuel rod cannon at Mutaram." Varas replied
They looked around in the bay that they had retreated to. The elites moved warily around, as if waiting for one of the "necromorphs" as the AI Exuberance explained to the survivors. The AI said that they were viral recombinant species, which meant that they "revived" dead bodies like a virus. At the infections most basic form it was a microbe… a virus… the elites and grunts aboard the Eternal honor were used to fighting monstrosities, they fought in the first contact with the flood. The grunts walked around looking for good places to sleep or some just couldn't fall asleep due the monstrosities beating at the shield right above them. Most of time Mutaram just looked up at the shield as if thinking it would break any second. Rolamo came out of his thoughts as Mutaram started to walk towards them.
"Well I hope your enjoying your stay here at hell" Mutaram said with sick, twisted sarcasm. " I do want you to know that to betray is to die."
Rolamo and Varas went cold, their expressions turned Ice cold as if the bitter winters of harvest's poles had just hit them. Mutaram started to walk off as Rolamo drew his sword, Mutaram ducked and drew his own sword, and then he sidestepped Rolamo's next swing. " You vile wretches how DARE you try to kill ME!" Mutaram pointed to them "Get them NOW!" Mutaram screamed. Mutaram felt his heart sink as his men, his new enemies turned to face him there energy sword drawn, the grunts aim on him with their fuel rod cannons. A elite charged him, a grunt fired his fuel rod. He turned his sword to deflect the fuel rod right into the charging elites. The group stunned stopped their charge. Mutaram took this to his advantage as he chopped into them, he had no sorrow as he beat to death a elite with its arm, in the other hand he skillfully blocked the incoming fuel rod cannons back into the charging bastards.
Rolamo stood in terror as he literally killed another elite with the butt of his depleted energy sword. How in hell did he have this much skill Rolamo thought, " Varas we have to kill he now! Get a fuel rod from a grunt ill distract him" Rolamo said as another elite died.
"Ok…okay Rolamo ill shot him in the back, just don't die. I don't think I could survive all alone in here" Varas stuttered.
Rolamo ran with his energy sword looking for a opening, Mutaram took another energy sword as he blocked one of the traitors with his other one. Mutaram swung and chopped off the elites hand, the force of his chop sent the hand and the energy sword spinning, he caught in mid air and used it to gut the idiot. Rolamo saw a opening he ran with his energy sword flaring. Mutaram noticed Rolamo running full force at him from his back, as Rolamo was right behind him. Mutaram brought his left energy sword up right into Rolamo's lower jaw and straight through his temple. Rolamo coughed up blood as Mutaram brought him closer, "Do you not know who I am? I am your arbiter Va'skil Vadum, the great arbiters son? Your crew never noticed it was I in disguise, I came to watch Volago due to some accounts of insanity but now you try to kill me and for that you will die."
"Rolamo! No goddamn it ILL KILL YOU MUTARAM!" Varas screamed at the top of his lungs. Mutaram threw down Rolamo's lifeless body, his face and body covered in his brother's blood. Varas fired a salvo of fuel rod rounds at Mutaram, he dodged and deflect all the rounds as he inched closer to Varas. Varas slammed another clip into the gun and fired a shot, Mutaram was only 7 feet away from Varas. Mutaram blocked the undeveloped fuel rod, it bounced off the floor and then hit a pillar bouncing off that it developed and hit a power conduit. Mutaram and Varas froze as the shield deactivated, the light went out.
"Damn… I can hear them but I can't see them" Varas said as he swiveled around looking for any necromorphs. The only light in the room was Mutaram's swords, besides that it was pitch black. Varas and Mutaram heard the last of grunt squeal as necromorphs killed them, Mutaram charged into the pitch black. His swords illuminated the way as he chopped through the disfigured beings. A striker as Mutaram would call his reanimated brethren, tried to claw him in half but Mutaram moved to the side and cleaved it in half. One after another tried to kill the arbiter but he was too skilled and fit the strikers where dangerous but he knew how to take them out. Varas wasn't faring as well, he shot off his fuel rod to get a location on the enemy, three of the monsters where closing in on him.
"Filthy beasts Ill kill you all!" Varas shouted as his fuel rod slammed into another striker, the second one came to his side. Varas slammed the head of the weapon into the monster, he jumped back and fired point blank into the chest of the beast. He fired the rest of the shots where he thought the striker was, he was satisfied when the striker's burned body was thrown up into the air. The battle lasted for what seemed like hours in the pitch black storage bay, Varas had to switch to a energy sword after a while. The lights finally came back on accompanied by Exuberance's voice " Mutaram, Varas I've gotten up the lights and shields back up for a little while you have to get off this ship, head for shuttle bay, there is a couple long range phantoms with slip space drives docked their." A door opened and Exuberance announced " Go through the service corridors and you will eventually end up their" Mutaram and Varas went through the doors, they shut automatically and locked.
The storage bay lights went out and the shields went down, there was a grunt cowering in the corner. It was clutching its severed leg just hoping that the monsters would see him, he had his leg cut off by Mutaram so he wouldn't bleed to death. Jig Jig crawled over into a corner away from on of the strikers and other monsters. He wish he never came aboard this ship but it was a little late for wishing right now he thought. The AI defiance thought to him self, he was glad that they brought this army out of the cryotube, even better is that his little "experiment" worked.