Authors Note:
Sorry about the late entry. Had a computer crash, and had to get a new one. Lost this entire file, so it needed to be re-written.
Thanx for your understanding.
Keep it Open,
SX
Rogue Fox Spare Your Soul
Chapter X
Outpost 13
"Far from the blast we hear the engines subside,
Can't sleep cause the earth is burning,
Push the edge we pledge only to die,
Cross off the loss the loss,
They don't care they…
Take my heart right from this chest!
Take all and kill the rest!
Take my heart right from this chest!
Take ALL!
Build them up to blow them off,
Build them up to blow them off,
Ride us up to take the fall,
Blind enough to,
Kill us all…"
Hail the Villain – "Mission Control"
"Friendly Cornerian based craft inbound!" Mykll, the coyote looked to the sky. "Hold AA fire Aparoids!"
The Slayer looked into the bright blue sky of Katina. He put his paw over the sun, so he could see the incoming ships. They rumbled the air, as their dark matter turbines turned toward the ground, and they came in for landing. The air around the coyote screeched, and he dampened his ears. He watched as a blue fighter escorted by four other ships slowly landed on the back side of a large hill, as they pushed their front lines forward.
The blue winged ship's landing gears hissed as the ship came in contact with the ground. It was a fighter, and had the symbol of a red quadruped with wings plastered on a white canopy guard. The slightly blue tinted canopy opened, and steps folded out from the side of the ship, but the super warrior inside didn't use the steps. He just jumped out, with swinging his body. He gracefully barrel rolled through the air, and landed flat on the grass, in a low crouch. Under the ship, the grass smoldered from the heat of the turbines.
The Slayer came to his feat. "Status?"
Mykll smiled at the black fox. He took a long drag of the cigarette. "The EMPs gone off from the blasts on Corneria must have jammed their radar or something. We walked right past them, and hit the planet. Our lines are slowly pushing forward. I'd assume your op went smoothly?"
Syxx glanced at the other ships. The four Freons landed in succession. Each had two seats, one above the other. Their short wings each carried a heavy payload of bombs or missiles or canons. Slayers piled out of each craft. The norm of wearing the armor for this operation had been broken for covert purposes. Each Slayer had their own preferred wear. Some wore jeans and t-shirts, with running shoes, and others wore more battle fit clothing, with boots, and jackets.
All of them walked out of the ships, after jumping to the ground. The whining engines drew to a halt, as their whistling slowed and stopped. They were all there to Syxx's surprise. They all had survived. Reaver, Cobalt, Blair, Sierra, Luke, Max, and himself all gathered together.
Mykll flicked his cigarette butt to the ground. "Where's Pyro?"
The vulpine bit his lip. "Oh yeah." He jumped on the railing, and up to cockpit of the ship. He pressed a button in the cab, and Syxx jumped to the ground. The fighter hissed, and a hatch on the bottom of the ship slowly folded downward, until it hit the ground. A commando from inside the craft tumbled out. He did a cartwheel down the ramp, and landed on his face, spread eagle on the ground beneath the ship.
The coon moaned as he rolled down the ramp. He landed on his muzzle with a hard "OOOUUFFFFFF!" He made his way up to his knees under the ship. He lifted up and slammed his head on the trailing edge of the wing. It hit with a bannng. The ships exoskeleton reverberated. The raccoon froze with his head a little below the wing, he almost bared his teeth, and he let down his ears. His head vibrated with rage as he shook it off.
He stumbled to his feet, and approached Syxx. "You!" He pointed his finger at Syxx. He bunched his other paw into a knuckle, let it go, and pretended to grasp something in the air. His facial expression changed as he paused. He licked his lips and bit them. "You…" He waved his claw tip and Syxx. "I'm not talking to you." He walked off toward the remaining Hook Echo ships, to find some food.
Mykll popped out another smoke. He looked down at it in his mouth while he lit it with an old lighter. "He seams upset."
Cobalt pulled an old and beaten windbreaker over his shoulders. "Probably didn't appreciate the barrel rolls."
"He'll get over it." Said Syxx.
Mykll tipped the cigarette with a claw tip. "What's this hunk of sheet metal?"
"This!" Syxx pointed at the craft. "This is an Arwing! Best piece of machinery ever built."
Mykll snuffed. "I heard McCloud rode out his death in one of these things. Something's always wrong with the G-Diffuser." He paused, leaning against the ship. "So I've heard…" He trailed off.
Syxx dismissed the thought. "Never mind that. The Photonic Bombs went off without a hitch. Corneria has been reduced to cinders."
Reaver smiled. "It's just as good comrade. Cut off the head of the snake… and body will soon die."
Syxx crossed his arms, thinking for a moment. "Hmmm… Lisa, Devy, Luke, and Max. Glad to see you got off the planet before the Photons went off. I guess the codes were… defective. Consider that your debriefing. Mykll. Give me your headset." Syxx pressed the mic to his mouth, after putting the headset on his head, and the HUD over his eye. "All non-combative Slayers, on me, field Slayers, find some cover, and listen up. Cornerian hard drop teams have done their jobs. But the Cornerian navy didn't take the full hit. Three of the five Photonic Bombs detonated on Corneria's surface, turning it into a wasteland. Cornerian high command has been obliterated. We take Katina… we take the war."
He tossed the headset back to Mykll. The vulpine stared at the warriors around them. He was sending them out to battle, but he would be fighting along side them, which gave them comfort. He bared his teeth at them. "They've built us to blow us off. They ride us up to take the fall, and were blind enough to kill us all. So cross off the loss!" He hissed, speaking loudly, and hard, his voice cracked at times, as he roared. "They don't care! They take our hearts right from our chest! Slayers! Take all and kill the rest!"
The warriors all raised their weapons and roared into sky.
Syxx raised his Mapaw rifle by the stock. "TAKE ALLLLLL!"
The warriors roared, and dashed off into battle.
"Pyro! Cobalt! Reaver! On me!" Syxx already had some Aparoids at his command. They helped him dress into his Vortec armoring. With the Blazers claws, they stood, holding up the armor. The red HUD screen covered over his left eye, before he placed the helmet on his head, and the armor hissed, as it sealed the fox safely inside the silver and black. The Aparoid grown black blades on his forearms shone in the sunlight, and the silver blades on his shoulders were sharpened, as well as short sleek flares that ran back off his helmet. The silver visor covered his face, and made him invisible to the outside.
The Aparoid had two nine inch bladed knives on its back. They were long and silver the whole way down. One edge was razor sharp, and the other was a jagged serrated bone saw. He gripped the knives each in one paw, through the gloves. He gripped them tight in his knuckles, ready to stab, and as he rolled his paw tips over the handle, he radiated with power. Dark blue mist-like vapor appeared to steam off his paws, and over the knives. Thin bolts of white electricity ran over the outside of the armoring, while his gloves looked like they were in dark blue flames.
Pyro grabbed his helmet, he hung it at his side, and ran both paws back over his head, pushing down his ears, and hair. "After all that, and I still look good!" He put the helmet on his head.
By the time he grabbed the dual knives, the other three Slayers were ready to go. They all wore similar armoring, but mutated a little differently. They all used similar weapons, except Syxx, who planned to get up close and personal, only with the two knives, and the smaller Night Knife on his amore.
Syxx spun the knife around each paw, landing it right back into each palm. He turned to address the other three Slayers. They all stood strong, in their mutated armors. "Stealth weapons only." His helmet bobbed slightly when he spoke.
Right after he said that, the Slayers all put their primaries either on the backs, or on their belts, so they hung on their sides. Reaver pulled out a thick sward, and ran the blade across the forearm of his armor. It slid swiftly and sparked, as the serrated side slashed the steel. Cobalt had the night knife in one paw, and the Slayer Dart Gun in the other, his Mapaw was in the SD SMG form. Pyro put a long stock on the Mapaw, and slid on a long barrel, making the sniper rifle as big as himself when he put on the flash suppressor. Before he was done, with one rapid snatch, he pulled off the scope, and turned the weapon like a staff. He took knee, testing the fiber-optic sights with his eyes.
Syxx turned his back to them, looking over the hill, and into the battle field. He watched explosions as artillery bombed in and aircraft swarmed the sky. He looked over his shoulder slightly at the Slayers behind him, as Solar slowly set behind the horizon; he turned on thermal vision on his HUD. "Let's take this fight to the heart of Katina." With that, the Slayer disappeared into the air, each tracking each other on thermals.
X
The next shell hit like a comet. A blast of dirt and rock funneled in the culvert, and dust gusted out the other side of the culvert. Stagg didn't move beside's closing his eyes, and whispering, "Shhhhh-t." He said it just loud enough so that Richards could hear him. They had been pinned down here for over twenty four hours. They hadn't been discovered, but earlier this day, the military started dropping artillery on them, which to them indicated that they were now deep behind enemy lines. Still, every once and while, they had Aparoids pass over them, and head toward the outpost, where they would battle their forces. Lucky enough for them, being scout snipers, they were required to carry five days of rations with them in the field at all times.
They spoke lowly to each other.
"It'll be dark in an hour." Richards said.
Stagg brushed the dirt off his Blaster. "You're telling me."
"I don't know if it's a good idea to stay hunkered down here another night. It's only a matter of time before the Aparoids find us."
"We gotta risk our tails to artillery then… what's the plan?"
Richards took out a map. "We should try to make it back to outpost 13. Flank to North if we can. Maybe… maybe be able to regroup with someone."
Stagg took the map, and traced a line with his claw tip. "That's probably our best bet… hmm? All I know is we can't hold out here another night." He grabbed his sniper. "All right, let's get to it then. See how much ground we can cover before dark. If we get to the forest before dark, we can hide up in the tree tops."
Richards took back the map. "Maybe get some rest."
"Yeah." He sighed, and leaned his back against Richards even harder.
"Well?"
Stagg pulled the bolt on the A2S, and slipped it forward. "Let's get this sh-t show underway then."
Richards heaved a sigh."F-ck."
Stagg started, he tipped over and crawled on his stomach. Up to this point, the culvert had been dry, but a stream began to flow through now. His chest got wet as crawled. He took the sniper into his torso as he crawled. His muzzle peaked out of the culvert. The only sounds he heard were far off, gun rattling, and the sounds of the air battle.
He took a good look around; he was just about to roll out, when he heard a heavy thump! He froze, more frightened then he ever had been. He couldn't see where the sound had come from. But he saw the grass move. He didn't make sound. His breath turned to ice, as where he saw a figure appear from thin air. It was black armor. Stagg quickly shot up his paw, indicating Richards to freeze. The Lylatian shaped figure, stopped in the ditch, crouching, looking out over the field. Stagg saw the knives in both paws, and the black blades on the forearms.
Stagg almost panicked when three more, very similar to the first landed in the grass beside him, and became visible from the air. They were only there for a second, when the one with the two knives in the front. Motioned his head forward, and jumped over three meters in the air, as he disappeared once more. The other three quickly followed, and all was the relative silence that it once was.
He waited another minuet before putting down his paw, and let out a great pant.
Richards wreathed through his teeth. "What!"
Stagg rolled onto his back. His face white. He shook his head slightly, and smiled. "Slayers… Four of them."
"Four!"
"Relax, they're gone now."
Richards pulled his rifle in. "They're never gone. Now go. Let's get moving." He followed Stagg out. "Come on! Let's move! We can use this ditch as cover. This road goes straight North."
"Fine by me. You're on point though."
Richards growled. "Fine." He moved forward. "Let's try to keep a low profile."
"Pft, don't have to tell me twice."
The scout pair moved along through the ditch. The orange sky soon turned grey, as it quickly darkened around them. The grass in the ditch was almost knee height. Anytime they saw or heard an Aparoid, or even an infected they were able to hit the dirt, and use the grass for cover, as they let it pass by, and away from them. The forest was still a little ways off, and if they didn't pick it up, they wouldn't make it there by the time if was dark, which could leave them in some real trouble.
"Let's double time it Stagg."
The scouts ran faster, keeping low in the ditch. They ran up the incline, just as the stars appeared in the sky. They entered the tree-line, and it frightened them to be in trees, as it was almost a perfect dark.
Stagg lifted the Blaster as he entered the darkness. He whispered. "Damn…"
Richards pointed the rifle into the trees, and around the forest floor. "Come on. I see a big ol' tree. Let's get up it. At least it's safe up there."
"I'm right behind ya."
Richards took knee at the base of the large tree. He spun around and pointed the rifle around the base of the forest. Stagg put the pistol in his holster, and he bolted up the tree, with Richards quickly following. The climbed up to over fifty feet. Stagg and Richards couldn't ever see the floor of the forest through the branches by the time they stopped.
Stagg wedged the sniper between two branches, and tied it up; making sure it wouldn't fall down. They were on one of the highest trees, and not that far into the woods. They could see across the ceiling of the forest, and out to the rocky battle field.
Richards put his back to the trunk of the tree, and let his legs follow across a branch, as he relaxed. The dog then almost immediately lit a smoke. He kept his paw around the lighter to avoid showing the flicker of sparks. He then took a deep drag, and stared out over the battle field. "Hey Brad… look."
Stagg looked out over the battle field. He saw hundreds of small lights, and distant heavy tracers of mag rounds. It was still light enough to see smoke trails. All of what he saw was fire. There were a few really big ones, burning as the fuel tanks combusted, leaving black smoke in the air. "Where's out post thirteen?"
"Ten clicks South East. You might be able to see the killing field. But by tomorrow… they'll be nothing."
X
Syxx hit the wall of the compound with a hard thump on his back. All was dark, and he turned off the cloaking of the Vortec. Three other Slayers hit the wall next to him, all turning off their camo. Syxx had his back on the barrier of the compound, and he rolled his fingers across the handles of the Combat Blades. The other Slayers were lined up beside him, each with a shoulder into the wall. Pyro, at the end, pointed the silenced weapon the other way covering them from the back. Syxx spoke through the speakers in the armoring. All was silence to the outside.
"Weapons cold; but be on heavy alert Slayers. They'll be expecting us."
"Thermals?" Someone asked.
"Probably." The vulpine replied quickly.
"Syxx." Pyro whispered through the mic. He motioned with his head, and muzzle of the rifle upwards, to the wall up top. Against the clear sky, they could make out multiple gleaming barrels of rifles peaking over the wall of the outpost.
Syxx glanced up, to see the muzzles of the weapons, almost within arm's reach. "Right." He paused. "Pyro, Cobalt. Hit it."
"Understood." Pyro was an old demolitions expert. He toke a D22 explosive charge off his belt. It was heavy, and thick. He placed the yellow colored charge on the wall, and the Slayers all backed off from the place in which the charge would go off. It would blast a hole clean through the compound wall. Pyro put the weapon over his lap. "Standing by." He held onto the detonator, and crouched over one knee. He wagged his tail.
"Copy." Cobalt put down his weapon. He pulled stun grenade off his belt, and slowly removed the pin. It slipped out with a sharp click.
"You hear that?"
The warriors all froze. Syxx closed his eyes, and pushed his back up against the wall of the outpost he tried to make himself small as possible. He licked his muzzle in anxiety. The guards on the top had heard the grenade. He listened to them talk.
"Hear what?"
"I heard it too."
"From over the wall?"
Cobalt waited for four seconds before he lobbed the stun grenade with an underhand lob. The bomb flew over the wall, and exploded in mid air, right above the soldiers on the other side. A bright flash, lit up the ground for a split second, and grunts of surprise and pain were heard. The Slayer's visor automatically adjusted so they didn't get stunned.
Not a second after, Pyro took knee, resting the silenced rifle across his lap. He grabbed the remote in his left paw, and pulled in the latch on the switch. His voice was but a whisper. "Fire in the hole." The switch clicked, and the area rumbled. A plume of red smoke, and red plasma shot into the sky, as shrapnel flew everywhere. Rocks and steel shards smacked the Vortec, but quickly brushed off. The HUD of the Vortec was upset by the blast, but the Slayers were not.
"Weapons Free." Syxx said smoothly, and quickly.
"Copy."
The black fox leaned back into a jump. He leaped onto a boulder, recovered, and jumped over the wall, landing lightly, in a roll, onto the top of the wall. Revear quickly followed behind Syxx, while Cobalt, and Pyro ran through the smoke of the blast, and through the hole in the wall.
"Breaching." Cobalt jumped through the wreckage with Pyro behind.
Syxx saw a pile of bodies on the top ramp, where himself and Reaver were above the other two Slayers. He heard their weapons snip.
Pyro aimed down the iron sites of the long weapon, he pulled the trigger in, and the weapon bounced, almost without a sound, and only a small flash in the darkness. "Target down." He reported coolly.
Cobalt stared through his thermals. "Infantry ahead. We'll distract them Syxx."
"Affirmative." Syxx bolted. His boots danced across the wall on the edge of the compound, making their way, around to the back, and to the center of the outpost. "We'll pull the plug on the outpost. Enemy troops are equipped with thermals." He spotted an assault rifle fitted with a luminous blue screen, and cool white sites inside the scope.
The lights to the complex still were not on. Syxx knew that the army thought that they would have a better chance at night with thermals against the Aparoids, but in a blinding white flash, the world lit up, as flood lights blazed the earth beneath them. Giving away their position in the blink of an eye.
"Go cold." Syxx said calmly. The two Slayers activated their camouflage. As long as the others were engaged in a fight, they would be unable to active their cloaking. The shock of the weapons fire discharged their cloak.
Reaver was right on Syxx's heals. "In order to neutralize this facility, we have prioritized targets."
Syxx's boots danced across the top of the wall around outpost thirteen. "First, the generator, and the backup generator, and then the fuel dump, and the munitions bay; the shock is going to make a mark on this place, before we detonate anything; we have to be clear of the outpost. They won't be able to hold out for long after that." Syxx spotted the generators. "Target ahead. Target Ahead."
Reaver jumped down off the wall and ran past Syxx across the ground below him. "I'll take this one." He deactivated the cloaking.
Syxx followed the action, and deactivated the Vortec as the slam from the impact of the ground comprised the generator on the armor. It sparked and discharged. As soon it he did, a wave of white hot plasma washed over his chest, as tracers plowed into him. He breathed hard as the plasma burned him through the suit. "Taking Fire!" two more hit, and the silver armor was charred black, as he was knocked to the ground. His breath was hard shuddering, and he could barely hear the Vortec HUD screaming at him. He saw red in his vision, as he lay on the ground, on his back. The Vortec's diagram in the corner of the HUD had his chest marked completely red.
"Syxx is down." Reaver barked through the mic.
"Copy that." Someone else said.
The fox breathed heavy in his armor. He rolled onto his side. He knew he had to get moving. He would still be in thermals. He rolled onto his side, and coughed hard. "Medic." His voice milled. He grabbed his two knives from off the ground, and slipped them into the side of his boots, where they sheathed. He pulled the pistol out of his side, and pointed it toward the muzzle flashes, as he made his way to his feet. He limped toward the fuel dump, where he could take cover.
He heard lightweight footsteps catching up to him, and Pyro speak. "Come on Syxx, get moving, let's go." He said in a mocking calmness.
Syxx tried moving faster, but was only greeted with a heavy plasma round in the leg, knocking him to his knees and to the ground. He rolled onto his back, and before he could do anything, he was grabbed by the collar of the armor, and Reaver, and Pyro both drug him across the ground, as Cobalt ran behind him shooting backwards. They leaned him up against a tanker. Pyro quickly disassembled Syxx's Vortec, he took out meds, and bandages. Cobalt covered them with his Mapaw. Reaver deployed the explosives on the fuel dump.
Pyro took off his chest plate and cut through Syxx's clothing, which the nanobots and Aparoid virus combined, had already almost had completely repaired. He uncovered Syxx's armor, looking onto his black chest, where fur had been singed, and blood drooled out of it. "Ahh, that's not so bad." He mumbled. He put a needle in his mouth, and flicked it. "Grit your teeth big guy." He stabbed the needle into Syxx's chest, and quickly bandaged him up, and reassembled the armor on him. He slapped Syxx on the side of the helmet. "The Vortec can handle it, you can't. You good?"
Syxx snarled. "Fine." He got to his feet.
"The shot you took to the leg didn't pierce. May hurt like a bitch, but it's safe to run on."
Syxx pulled out both blades against and spun them around in his paw. "Status?"
"We've placed charges on the generators and the fuel dump, just need one on the ammunition depot, and we're set." Cobalt said.
Pyro tossed the D22 in his right paw, with the long rifle in the other. "We've located the depot. It's near the center of the base… where all the rounds are coming from. And we better get moving, before they corner us."
Syxx nodded. "I'll take this one."
"What?" The others looked at him.
Syxx passed his Mapaw pistol to Reaver. "Cover my advance. The munitions bay is under the ground. We might lose radio contact. If I'm not out in two minutes, blow the charges." He snatched the charge. "This one too. I'll get it there in time."
They hesitated, before Reaver spoke. "Roger that."
Cobalt took knee at the edge of the tanks. He dodged his head as round went by him. "Ready to roll."
Syxx gripped both blades hard. He stood tall, and stared at his boots. There was only one way he would be able to do this. He had to get mad. He thought hard. Closing out all other thoughts, he thought about Krystal. He thought about what made him what he was today. Flashbacks ran through his mind. Her face... The face of the Slayer that was lost in the counter attack against Corneria over the surface or Sauria.
He had promised that it would never happen again to him. Everyone he had ever loved had been lost.
Echoes of the past ran through his mind, as he reviewed them. He saw faces, and relived the images in his head. No color… just fading black and white.
"No one even knew he existed until he was caught two weeks back… killed one of the workers for; and I quote Sir; 'Dieing my fur wrong'."
"I'm sorry… you broke my heart."
"Say's his name is Syxx."
"Slayer is a project designed to cleanse the Lylat system…"
"So you're Kyla?"
"Yeah well I guess my best wasn't good enough… not for her."
"So… you're name? Syxx? What kind of a name is that? The star. The one on you're arm. What does it mean?"
"I am only normal on the outside. Inside, I'm everything that you fear."
"Four Slayers have gone rogue Sir."
"I speak the word of all the Slayers when I say, Syxx… we wish to join you."
"Option A is a full front attack on planet Sauria."
"We've found Kyla's ship… all that's left is sheet metal."
"We are the ghosts." Syxx's eyes bolted open. "We are the writing on the walls."
His armor glowed in dark blue-black, as energy flowed through his body. He roared inside his armor, making the other Slayers step back from him. Electricity; bolts of blue ran across his body and armor. His paws, fiery black. He crouched deeply, and shot himself straight upward into the air. His body propelled him over the tankers. The cement beneath his boots crumbled under his might. He ran into the fire. Hundreds of plasma rounds burned past him, but with his agile movement, they all missed. He blasted through their ranks, and over barricades. He targeted a gunner, and lunged, stabbing the knife in his left paw into his chest. Syxx spun around, slashing another with the blades on his forearms.
The blue flame on his paws slashed through the air. His rage an adrenaline consumed him, with only one thing in mind. He spotted a Marine point a weapon at him, and without a single thought, he flipped the knife in his right paw, so his glove gripped the blade. He tossed it swiftly feeling it slip out of his paw, while left paw jabbed sharply at his side. By the time he looked back to the other target, he had been knocked off his feet. Syxx jumped into a roll, and while passing on his back, he pulled the blade out of the black dog's neck. He recovered into a run. He never felt like he could move this fast before. He jumped to the levels above, as he skipped stairways.
Syxx made his way to the cargo elevator at the top of the base. The blast doors were open. He slashed the on watched guards, and bolted down the stairs next to the elevator. The other one came at him, hard. The butt of the weapon heading toward him hard; Syxx put up his left forearm, glancing off the strike. The man dropped the weapon, pointing a pistol at his head, moments away from pulling the trigger. The vulpine ducked low, and stabbed the knife into his torso. It went in, satisfyingly. He twisted the blade swiftly, and pulled upward. He tossed the warrior over his head, over the railing, and down to the depths below. A trail of blood following.
He jumped over the railing, falling three stories, straight down. He landed with a thump, in a crouch, with a paw on the ground. He spotted the ammunitions storage immediately, but it didn't take that long before he was spotted and opened fire upon. Plasma shots clapped in the underground hanger, narrowly missing him.
Syxx's vision spotted targets all over the underground hanger, and could feel the heat off the shots. They stopped firing as he neared the ammunitions depot. He jumped, and slid across the steel floor on his side. Sparks flew across he armor, as he slid by the dump, he subtly slipped a charge in between two creates of plasma missiles. He slide feet first into a wall, stopping, and took cover behind the crates, knowing that they wouldn't fire this close to live ammunition. He spotted a stair case that would lead back up to the top where he could make his escape.
Without taking a breather, he ran toward the stairs, when from around the corner, he froze, as he saw a Landmaster roll out from around the corner, and turn its gun at him. It fired without hesitation. The cannon lit up, with a heavy blast. He had the time to watch the plasma round go right for him, before he leaped into the air. He curled his body, and somersaulted gracefully through the air. He landed with his boots on the gun of the tank. He leaped to the top, and punched down into the hull, implanting a grenade on the hull. He tore off the camera, throwing it through the air.
He looked toward the railing he was heading to. Marines flooded down. Syxx jumped over the landmaster, for cover. The grenade exploded above his head, ripping through the hatch of the armor. He jumped on top, and tore open the hatch, breaking the steal. He kicked hard downward, and booted the gunner in the head, making him fall to the small floor. He swung into the tank, stepping on the body. He looked at the driver's seat, and took the fox driver by the head, and smashed it into the control consol with one quick hit. The controls sparked as his muzzle plowed into them, and blood dripped from his muzzle. Syxx climbed to the gunner hatch. He turned the heavy turret, and fired at the stairs. The loud shell hit the stairs, clearing out all personal. Syxx leaped from the vehicle. He jumped up the stairs. He swung up the railing, jumping like no other warrior could.
He met more contact coming down. Syxx looped up behind them, crawling around the back of the stairs. He grabbed the Marine in the back, by the neck, putting his blade into his fur. The other fighters turned around. Syxx picked him up with one paw by the back of the neck, using him as a bullet shield as he ran up the stairs. With one quick kick, he knocked the man down into the other men, stunning them.
Syxx came to the top of the stairs, and froze in his steps. There was only one exit. The one way to get out. Over one dozen soldiers had the place locked down. They weren't going to let him out. Some took knee at the doors, and others on catwalks above the exit. One thing was the same with all of them though, all the weapons pointed at him.
"Don't move!"
"Freeze!"
Syxx looked over his shoulder to the stairs he came up. Marines that he had stalled flooded up it. All of them doubling over their weapons, as the surrounded him from three hundred sixty degrees; and he could feel their sites on him, and he didn't like it. He could feel each and every one of them. It couldn't be over… not like this.
"Drop the weapons."
Syxx abided. The knives dropped to the steel grated floor with two hard clangs. He took a hard breath, as watched his HUD point out targets. He wished he could do something. He wished he could kill them all. He only had one chance now. He watched the mission clock in the corner of the lens that sat over his eye under the silvery helmet of the Vortec armoring. He watched the counter fall quickly, but with all these weapons pointed at him, it felt like it was taking eternity. He had given the orders to detonate the explosives inside the base, whether he was outside or not.
Ten…
Nine…
Eight…
Two Marines approached him. One held a rifle to his chest, and the other held a Blaster at him, with cuffs in the other paw. "Take off the helmet."
Five…
Four…
Three…
Syxx slowly moved his paws up to his head. He had no intentions of honoring the orders, but put his paws up, wrapping his gloves around the release valves, not activating them. He saw the timer reach zero. He grit his teeth, and if on cue, he heard a loud smash rattle the floors beneath him. That small hit of activation energy from the charge soon had the whole place rumbling. A shock knocked everyone off their feet, including the Slayer. His helmet hit the steel grating. He opened his eyes, and through the metal webbing, he saw a blue and green fire ball barreling toward him from below.
If anything was a kick in the tail to get him moving, it was that. Syxx stumbled upward holstering the knives and snatching a rifle as he bolted past one of the stunned Marines. The fox ran, hard. With the butt of the rifle, he hit the control switch, and the doors opened, and the button smoked. The first thing he noticed was that all the lights outside were off, but the area was still bright with the flames from the fuel station and generators. Syxx jumped off the top floor, and fell three stories to the ground below It was almost as if everyone ignored him, watching the building go up in flames, including all the targets.
He felt the fire ball on his tail and on his back, he watched the fires burn over the complex. He coughed. "This is Syxx. The munitions depot has been successfully destroyed." He voice was gruff. "Let's take this fight to Corneria. They can't sleep while their earth is burning."