Jack stared at the massive mecha, and tried to count the number of ways it
just wasn't possible. A flying bioroid with onboard weaponry, armor that
didn't even have paint scratches from a full scale missile barrage, and the
most intresting thing...a massive hover tank smoothbore shell embedded in
its armor. Apparently, Jack's lucky plasma shot and a few missiles found
this weakness and stunned the thing...whatever it was. The pilot was being
kept unconcious by some fluids the science boys had pumped into the control
sphere...seeing as removing the pilot prematurly would kill him.
Jack couldn't help but feel on edge...it had been three days, and every day the power emmisons were growing, the frightning minimal damage caused by Jack was slowly "healing", as if it was a living thing. Perhaps it was, wich was why bioroids were so quick...simply a living extension of their pilots...and Jack quickly dropped the subject as the fingers twitched. Someone was screaming for anisthetics, but Jack saw it was too late. The right arm sweeped through the room, smashing equipment into dust and crushing bones of those unfortunate enough to be in the way like dried leaves under a battleoid's foot. Jack was already running, it wouldn't be long before the place had some kind of explosive decompression...wich would most definitly cause a chain reaction in such a small station. Jack didn't know anywhere else to go but the fighter bay as the alarms sounded, and found himself suddenly all strapped into his fighter, blasting out of the launch bay, ready to intercept.
***
The Black Bioroid got to it's feet, removed the sensors in it's ankles and neck, and raised it's arms. Two searing green beams lanced out and blew the "roof" into slag. Explosive decompression followed quickly, and he was sucked into space. The damage had been done though, and the relativly weak hull of Station Liberty began to rip itself apart. The black would have grinned at the sight, but he had other worries. A terran fighter was coming at him fast and already he felt the touch of targeting sensors. He went ballistic, and the lock was broken. The terran banked and climbed after him, coming into laser range. Energy weapons lanced out at him in a frenzy, but not one scored a direct hit. One grazed his leg, and the armor held easily, not even warming up. He whirled suddenly, and returned the gesture with a volley of his own, green pulses spewing at the fighter. In a quick thinking move, the terran shifted to guardian and simply sideslipped the volley, firing off one single missile, dumbfire, obviously a clean miss. Wraith ignored it, and it went sailing past him. The terran had shifted to battleoid and was firing short bursts from his plasma rifle, when the black felt the lock.
Jack watched with satisfaction as his ploy worked. The heavy missile hadn't engaged targeting sensors until Jack had manually ordered it to. The heavy warhead smacked into the black bioroid square in the back, and detonated. Chunks of molten armor went spinning off in all directions, and the black was adrift. Jack didn't wait, and fired his plasma rifle on full auto. A stream of pulses chewed into the black's back, blowing fragments of armor off and ripping into something that resembled myomer muscule of human mecha. Jack didn't stop there either, and he set the plasma rifle to fire one solid beam. The constant stream of plasma tore into the things hips, melted the armor into slag, and slowly, Jack began to slice the thing in half. He was almost halfway done, when Liberty exploded.
The explosion caused him to react to quickly and take his hands from his controls to shiled his eyes, the weapons stopping. His mecha sat frozen in space, and within seconds, he was being pummeled with debree from the station. One giant chunk of bulkhead smacked into his mecha's head, causing him to crack his head on the side screen, rendering him unconcious, and setting his battleoid adrift.
***
The Black was in pain. He had nearly been bisected, and he was weak enough to wear even weaker terran weapons were a serious threat. But the space station had been destoryed, just as he had planned it. Slowly, as he pulled himself back together, he vowed vengance against that single terran pilot who was now adrift with a large chunk of the station squashed against the head of the mecha. Once the black had repaired the massive damage, he gathered his energy, and shot off into space, towards the only moon of the planet where he would wait in orbit until he was battle worthy again. Not even a full on ramming by a terran heavy cruiser destoryed him...he had nearly died, very nearly, but he had lived none the less. If he could take that, then he could take anything once he had recovered. He gave his engines everything he had and shot through the stars.
Jack couldn't help but feel on edge...it had been three days, and every day the power emmisons were growing, the frightning minimal damage caused by Jack was slowly "healing", as if it was a living thing. Perhaps it was, wich was why bioroids were so quick...simply a living extension of their pilots...and Jack quickly dropped the subject as the fingers twitched. Someone was screaming for anisthetics, but Jack saw it was too late. The right arm sweeped through the room, smashing equipment into dust and crushing bones of those unfortunate enough to be in the way like dried leaves under a battleoid's foot. Jack was already running, it wouldn't be long before the place had some kind of explosive decompression...wich would most definitly cause a chain reaction in such a small station. Jack didn't know anywhere else to go but the fighter bay as the alarms sounded, and found himself suddenly all strapped into his fighter, blasting out of the launch bay, ready to intercept.
***
The Black Bioroid got to it's feet, removed the sensors in it's ankles and neck, and raised it's arms. Two searing green beams lanced out and blew the "roof" into slag. Explosive decompression followed quickly, and he was sucked into space. The damage had been done though, and the relativly weak hull of Station Liberty began to rip itself apart. The black would have grinned at the sight, but he had other worries. A terran fighter was coming at him fast and already he felt the touch of targeting sensors. He went ballistic, and the lock was broken. The terran banked and climbed after him, coming into laser range. Energy weapons lanced out at him in a frenzy, but not one scored a direct hit. One grazed his leg, and the armor held easily, not even warming up. He whirled suddenly, and returned the gesture with a volley of his own, green pulses spewing at the fighter. In a quick thinking move, the terran shifted to guardian and simply sideslipped the volley, firing off one single missile, dumbfire, obviously a clean miss. Wraith ignored it, and it went sailing past him. The terran had shifted to battleoid and was firing short bursts from his plasma rifle, when the black felt the lock.
Jack watched with satisfaction as his ploy worked. The heavy missile hadn't engaged targeting sensors until Jack had manually ordered it to. The heavy warhead smacked into the black bioroid square in the back, and detonated. Chunks of molten armor went spinning off in all directions, and the black was adrift. Jack didn't wait, and fired his plasma rifle on full auto. A stream of pulses chewed into the black's back, blowing fragments of armor off and ripping into something that resembled myomer muscule of human mecha. Jack didn't stop there either, and he set the plasma rifle to fire one solid beam. The constant stream of plasma tore into the things hips, melted the armor into slag, and slowly, Jack began to slice the thing in half. He was almost halfway done, when Liberty exploded.
The explosion caused him to react to quickly and take his hands from his controls to shiled his eyes, the weapons stopping. His mecha sat frozen in space, and within seconds, he was being pummeled with debree from the station. One giant chunk of bulkhead smacked into his mecha's head, causing him to crack his head on the side screen, rendering him unconcious, and setting his battleoid adrift.
***
The Black was in pain. He had nearly been bisected, and he was weak enough to wear even weaker terran weapons were a serious threat. But the space station had been destoryed, just as he had planned it. Slowly, as he pulled himself back together, he vowed vengance against that single terran pilot who was now adrift with a large chunk of the station squashed against the head of the mecha. Once the black had repaired the massive damage, he gathered his energy, and shot off into space, towards the only moon of the planet where he would wait in orbit until he was battle worthy again. Not even a full on ramming by a terran heavy cruiser destoryed him...he had nearly died, very nearly, but he had lived none the less. If he could take that, then he could take anything once he had recovered. He gave his engines everything he had and shot through the stars.