Pain...that was all it knew, horrible agony crashing through his body,
faster and faster as he writhed in pain. His partner was gone. The wraith
was gone. He had felt no fear as he challenged the humans, until he
realized he was facing a...there was no term for his opponent. The only way
to describe the enemy was, of the Protoculture. The way that Micronian had
moved his mecha, the way he had been able to aim and fire so quickly. He
knew that Wraith was going to die, and offered to die with him. But Wraith
had pushed him away, thrown him from his stomach. Now Wraith was all but
gone. Only the regenerative cell remained. And that should have been
enough, except that it had been damaged, and would not work. Now, he
fumbled with it, trying to activate. Horrible pain smashed through his
mind, and he could barley focus on the task at hand. He was however,
fortunate. Had he been fully bonded to Wraith, he would have died the
moment they were separated. The Masters had designed a type of living
mecha. Unfortunately, it required a host. The host would sit in the
cockpit, and eventually, he would become the mecha. The pilot would open
his eyes, and see through his mecha's faceplate. He would move his arm, and
the mecha's would rise. The bonding took time however, and once you are
separated, there is no more. Now, he was close to success, and finally, the
cell clicked. It began. The full process would take days, but no matter.
His wounds were only minor. Once Wraith had re-grown itself, he would have
revenge.
***
Dana sat in the comfort of her squadron's lounge. It was late at night, and she was completely alone. She sipped lightly at the drink in her left hand; let the moonlight play games with her eyes. She yawned loudly. Man am I tired! She thought. That battle earlier today.yesterday.had really taken its toll. Everyone told her they had never seen anyone on the SCA do those kinds of maneuvers before. Dana supposed that they were just hamming it up. Dana closed her eyes, and slowly began to drift to sleep. She never did make it. She was half aware all night. Her body was regenerating, but her senses were still working.
She could hear everything going on, which wasn't much. It was about five in the morning on her day off, when she awoke completely. A cold chill ran down her spine. Something wasn't right. A footfall on her right, someone was in the room. Dana reached for her sidearm, pulling it free of its leather holster. Another step and a shadow was cast across her face. Someone was coming closer. She took aim, and the intruder stepped into the room. It was that red Bioroid, only smaller. Dana didn't hesitate, and squeezed off a few shots. They all missed, yet, the thing seemed to scream in pain.and Dana woke up.
"Jesus! Angelo are you all right!?". It had been a dream. Dana sat up slowly, taking in the scene. She was lying on the couch. She had drifted off. She must have."Oh Angie! I'm so sorry! I.I didn't mean to! I was dreaming!" she stammered out. Angelo waved her off through gritted teeth.
"At least you didn't kill me.OW, DAMM**! WATCH WERE YOU PUT THOSE TWEZERS!" he screamed at Louie. Dana grunted, and left quickly. She needed time to think. She moved to holster her side arm, and realized that she already had.but then again, it wasn't there. How did I shoot him without a gun? She thought. Dana decided to go see Doctor Zand.
***
Wraith was complete again. His body was whole, and his sidearm pistol with it. He had even managed to complete the bond. They were one. One body, one mind, one soul. They were invincible. Wraith felt sudden rage. Vengeance. He thought. The.micronian pilot must pay for what she did to us. and Wraith stood. He jumped up, and began to fly towards the human city.
***
Doctor Zand was beginning to scare Dana. He told her, that she had.a protoculture reading in her body. And, it was higher than a VHT's protoculture charge. Dana didn't understand, didn't want to either. She felt like she needed to.go for a drive in her tank, Valkyire. Dana felt the urge increase when Zand asked for a blood sample. Dana gave him her sweetest smile, kicked him in the shin, and took off down the hall. She raced for the hangar, suiting up with her "thinking cap" immediately. She pulled her armor on and took off down the road, her engines whining with protest as she pushed them beyond their limits. She shifted to Battleoid, and took off into the sky.
***
Wraith could feel her.coming.and knew that she would fall at his hand, or he would destroy this entire sector. Unbeknownst to the Masters when they created this class of Bioroid, they had modified the hand pistol, to allow it to overcharge itself, to an infinite degree, thus enabling the Bioroids to have far superior firepower, to even the entirety of the Zentradi Grand Fleet.
Wraith approached the city, and started blasting. His modified pistol tore through buildings, ripping streets to pieces. He sensed danger. Wraith could feel the enemy mecha approaching. He whirled, and there they were, in their secondary configuration. They all fired from their most powerful cannons. The super-powered particle blasts could have blown apart five- soldier class Bioroids standing back to back had the timing been right. But now, a dozen of these rounds barely even fazed him. The impact however, threw him through the air, his boosters failing. He crashed through a building.
If Wraith still had a mouth, he would have grinned. Instead, he annihilated them. Setting his pistol for automatic fire, he ripped them to shreds. Then she arrived. Wraith felt a slight sense of danger when she approached, then it escalated as she raised her plasma rifle. His mind screamed at him when she fired. He rolled away, ducking behind a ruined building. There was definitely something about her that was.Wraith could not find the word.
***
Dana saw the way the thing moved. It wasn't.right. It was like the thing was alive. Dana fired a few more rounds, watched as the superheated plasma tore through the building, and saw the black fly into the air. She fired her engines, and in her mind, pictured herself reaching out to strike. The Battleoid discarded the rifle. The giant metal shod fist smashed into the black, sending it pin wheeling through the air. It to discarded its weapon, coming at her hand to hand.
***
Wraith felt alive. He danced, and darted about the sky, attacking with everything he had. Yet frustration crept into him, as the she Earthen could match his every move. It was as if they were.linked. That was it. It was quite possible. Males and females could easily become linked in his society, as long as their protoculture allowed it. Wraith was beginning to feel.powerful. He focused, and a pistol came into his hands. He fired. Anger overcame him. This Earthen had to die.
***
Dana gasped at the sudden volume of fire. She saw the shot coming. She felt the heavy round punch through her chest. Didn't explode. Wondered why. She felt herself drift up, out of her body, time suspended. Saw the black pilot come forth. He was faceless. Dana knew what to do. She raised her arms. A column of white light came forth from her palm, and one of equal intensity came from her opponents. They caught each other in the stomach. Dana felt herself scream, and fly backwards. Knew it was over. She hit the ground, pain shooting through her. She looked up; saw the.
The Masters nodded in grim agreement as the three Protoculture Wraiths tore apart the Earthen, and their pilot. All power had been diverted to sensors to study them. The pilot and the earth woman had somehow, created protoculture. Now they were surely dead.
The masters gave the orders to resume the Wraith class project. The matrix was now obsolete. Earth would be destroyed.
***
Dana sat in the comfort of her squadron's lounge. It was late at night, and she was completely alone. She sipped lightly at the drink in her left hand; let the moonlight play games with her eyes. She yawned loudly. Man am I tired! She thought. That battle earlier today.yesterday.had really taken its toll. Everyone told her they had never seen anyone on the SCA do those kinds of maneuvers before. Dana supposed that they were just hamming it up. Dana closed her eyes, and slowly began to drift to sleep. She never did make it. She was half aware all night. Her body was regenerating, but her senses were still working.
She could hear everything going on, which wasn't much. It was about five in the morning on her day off, when she awoke completely. A cold chill ran down her spine. Something wasn't right. A footfall on her right, someone was in the room. Dana reached for her sidearm, pulling it free of its leather holster. Another step and a shadow was cast across her face. Someone was coming closer. She took aim, and the intruder stepped into the room. It was that red Bioroid, only smaller. Dana didn't hesitate, and squeezed off a few shots. They all missed, yet, the thing seemed to scream in pain.and Dana woke up.
"Jesus! Angelo are you all right!?". It had been a dream. Dana sat up slowly, taking in the scene. She was lying on the couch. She had drifted off. She must have."Oh Angie! I'm so sorry! I.I didn't mean to! I was dreaming!" she stammered out. Angelo waved her off through gritted teeth.
"At least you didn't kill me.OW, DAMM**! WATCH WERE YOU PUT THOSE TWEZERS!" he screamed at Louie. Dana grunted, and left quickly. She needed time to think. She moved to holster her side arm, and realized that she already had.but then again, it wasn't there. How did I shoot him without a gun? She thought. Dana decided to go see Doctor Zand.
***
Wraith was complete again. His body was whole, and his sidearm pistol with it. He had even managed to complete the bond. They were one. One body, one mind, one soul. They were invincible. Wraith felt sudden rage. Vengeance. He thought. The.micronian pilot must pay for what she did to us. and Wraith stood. He jumped up, and began to fly towards the human city.
***
Doctor Zand was beginning to scare Dana. He told her, that she had.a protoculture reading in her body. And, it was higher than a VHT's protoculture charge. Dana didn't understand, didn't want to either. She felt like she needed to.go for a drive in her tank, Valkyire. Dana felt the urge increase when Zand asked for a blood sample. Dana gave him her sweetest smile, kicked him in the shin, and took off down the hall. She raced for the hangar, suiting up with her "thinking cap" immediately. She pulled her armor on and took off down the road, her engines whining with protest as she pushed them beyond their limits. She shifted to Battleoid, and took off into the sky.
***
Wraith could feel her.coming.and knew that she would fall at his hand, or he would destroy this entire sector. Unbeknownst to the Masters when they created this class of Bioroid, they had modified the hand pistol, to allow it to overcharge itself, to an infinite degree, thus enabling the Bioroids to have far superior firepower, to even the entirety of the Zentradi Grand Fleet.
Wraith approached the city, and started blasting. His modified pistol tore through buildings, ripping streets to pieces. He sensed danger. Wraith could feel the enemy mecha approaching. He whirled, and there they were, in their secondary configuration. They all fired from their most powerful cannons. The super-powered particle blasts could have blown apart five- soldier class Bioroids standing back to back had the timing been right. But now, a dozen of these rounds barely even fazed him. The impact however, threw him through the air, his boosters failing. He crashed through a building.
If Wraith still had a mouth, he would have grinned. Instead, he annihilated them. Setting his pistol for automatic fire, he ripped them to shreds. Then she arrived. Wraith felt a slight sense of danger when she approached, then it escalated as she raised her plasma rifle. His mind screamed at him when she fired. He rolled away, ducking behind a ruined building. There was definitely something about her that was.Wraith could not find the word.
***
Dana saw the way the thing moved. It wasn't.right. It was like the thing was alive. Dana fired a few more rounds, watched as the superheated plasma tore through the building, and saw the black fly into the air. She fired her engines, and in her mind, pictured herself reaching out to strike. The Battleoid discarded the rifle. The giant metal shod fist smashed into the black, sending it pin wheeling through the air. It to discarded its weapon, coming at her hand to hand.
***
Wraith felt alive. He danced, and darted about the sky, attacking with everything he had. Yet frustration crept into him, as the she Earthen could match his every move. It was as if they were.linked. That was it. It was quite possible. Males and females could easily become linked in his society, as long as their protoculture allowed it. Wraith was beginning to feel.powerful. He focused, and a pistol came into his hands. He fired. Anger overcame him. This Earthen had to die.
***
Dana gasped at the sudden volume of fire. She saw the shot coming. She felt the heavy round punch through her chest. Didn't explode. Wondered why. She felt herself drift up, out of her body, time suspended. Saw the black pilot come forth. He was faceless. Dana knew what to do. She raised her arms. A column of white light came forth from her palm, and one of equal intensity came from her opponents. They caught each other in the stomach. Dana felt herself scream, and fly backwards. Knew it was over. She hit the ground, pain shooting through her. She looked up; saw the.
The Masters nodded in grim agreement as the three Protoculture Wraiths tore apart the Earthen, and their pilot. All power had been diverted to sensors to study them. The pilot and the earth woman had somehow, created protoculture. Now they were surely dead.
The masters gave the orders to resume the Wraith class project. The matrix was now obsolete. Earth would be destroyed.