The Panther was violently thrashed around like prey in a crocodile's mouth. Whatever had stuck the ship had got a hold. The crew, rudely awakened by the alarm and the fierce fighting, had made their way to the bridge. Ethereal was holding onto his captain's chair for dear life as the ship tossed and turned. He tapped on a few buttons near him and a holographic image of the ship appeared. A red wire frame object was drawn in on the hull; whatever had struck the ship had embedded itself deep into the side. The red lines reached up to deck three, straight through the EMP charger. That meant no defence against a massive attack…
"Shit" Ethereal said to himself.
The crew stumbled into their chairs in the bridge. Delete rested his head on the back of his chair, "what the hell is that thing?!" he shouted over the noise of wrenching metal.
"I don't know! But we got to get it off so we can get out of here! Search is holding the Sentinels off! Delete, you go help him!" Delete ran off… more like stumbled off… to the gun turrets to help Search. Ethereal continued, "Surrealist, get word to Zion! Tell them the machines have a new weapon!" Surrealist fell over to his operator chair. "I'm going to see what the hell that thing is!" Ethereal shouted. With that he got up and picked up the ship's ass whupping gun. He slung it over his back and headed down to deck three.
Delete sat in the gunner chair and put on his com device, "Yo, Search! I'm here to give you a little hand!"
"Good. Get the rockets up!"
"You sure? We don't have many!"
"Just do it."
"Okay then…"
Delete smacked the rocket button and immediately his turret whirred into action. The barrels folded down and two larger ones extended.
"Eat this you sentinel shit!"
Delete opened fire, rockets blasting out one after the other, Sentinels dropping like flies.
Surrealist was typing away in his usual speed… very fast. Soon he got a video-link with Zion up. A fuzzy face appeared and distorted words got through.
"What is it? You caught us on the emergency frequency."
"We're under attack, sir!" Surrealist shouted over the noise.
"What the hell is that sound!?"
"We don't know! We got struck by some massive machine! We can't get off this thing and it struck our EMP!"
"What the hell… Okay, we'll see if any other ships are in the area."
"Hurry, sir…"
"Right… yes… okay. The Karma is in the area. We're giving them your position. Prepare for an EMP attack in about five minutes"
"Thank you, sir"
Surrealist ended the transmission and switched to the ship's intercom.
"Expect an EMP attack from the Karma in about five minutes!" His voice boomed over the intercom.
Down on deck three, Ethereal ran along the darkened walkways. Sparks were flying and a strange glow was at the end of the passage. He got the ass whupping gun off his back and armed it. With a high pitched squeal it activated, Ethereal pushed his hair out of his eyes and rounded the corner. He stopped.
Right in front of him was a giant metal object, thrashing wildly. Ethereal's mouth dropped open and he gazed at it. Then, suddenly remembering, he pulled the trigger on his gun, a red beam shot from it and hit the machine. It began to glow red, then progressed into a bright, hot red.
Ethereal backed off…
"Shit" Ethereal said to himself.
The crew stumbled into their chairs in the bridge. Delete rested his head on the back of his chair, "what the hell is that thing?!" he shouted over the noise of wrenching metal.
"I don't know! But we got to get it off so we can get out of here! Search is holding the Sentinels off! Delete, you go help him!" Delete ran off… more like stumbled off… to the gun turrets to help Search. Ethereal continued, "Surrealist, get word to Zion! Tell them the machines have a new weapon!" Surrealist fell over to his operator chair. "I'm going to see what the hell that thing is!" Ethereal shouted. With that he got up and picked up the ship's ass whupping gun. He slung it over his back and headed down to deck three.
Delete sat in the gunner chair and put on his com device, "Yo, Search! I'm here to give you a little hand!"
"Good. Get the rockets up!"
"You sure? We don't have many!"
"Just do it."
"Okay then…"
Delete smacked the rocket button and immediately his turret whirred into action. The barrels folded down and two larger ones extended.
"Eat this you sentinel shit!"
Delete opened fire, rockets blasting out one after the other, Sentinels dropping like flies.
Surrealist was typing away in his usual speed… very fast. Soon he got a video-link with Zion up. A fuzzy face appeared and distorted words got through.
"What is it? You caught us on the emergency frequency."
"We're under attack, sir!" Surrealist shouted over the noise.
"What the hell is that sound!?"
"We don't know! We got struck by some massive machine! We can't get off this thing and it struck our EMP!"
"What the hell… Okay, we'll see if any other ships are in the area."
"Hurry, sir…"
"Right… yes… okay. The Karma is in the area. We're giving them your position. Prepare for an EMP attack in about five minutes"
"Thank you, sir"
Surrealist ended the transmission and switched to the ship's intercom.
"Expect an EMP attack from the Karma in about five minutes!" His voice boomed over the intercom.
Down on deck three, Ethereal ran along the darkened walkways. Sparks were flying and a strange glow was at the end of the passage. He got the ass whupping gun off his back and armed it. With a high pitched squeal it activated, Ethereal pushed his hair out of his eyes and rounded the corner. He stopped.
Right in front of him was a giant metal object, thrashing wildly. Ethereal's mouth dropped open and he gazed at it. Then, suddenly remembering, he pulled the trigger on his gun, a red beam shot from it and hit the machine. It began to glow red, then progressed into a bright, hot red.
Ethereal backed off…