Several months later….
"Alright Volt, what did you set it at this time?" Violent asked as her partner started up the practice sequence for the day.
"Level thirty two today Violent… you've been whipping thirty one's ass as of late so I think you can handle it."
"Alright, let her rip!" she yelled back as she fell into her all too familiar combat stance.
They were preparing for an operation, she wasn't sure what they were going to be doing yet but she knew that both her and her partner had to be at the top of their game for what they were going to be doing next. However the practices as of late have also been focusing on the combat practices of the Colony Marines and how to take them down.
As always the combat practices had a warm up session, four or five drones each equipped with a plasma rifle and several other weapons that were considered standard issue for a Colony Marine. The drones started firing in a steady overlapping pattern as was typical of a fire team. Violent quickly dodged the quick three or four shot bursts and she moved in on the fire team leader. Her speed was too much for the targeting systems and she got into close range before the drones could calculate it. Violent took it strait to their teeth as she always did allowing her ferocity to do the talking. Within seconds she had landed a vicious triple strike combo and round house kick knocking the leader into one of his three fellows leaving him sparking in the chest and at the base of the neck.
One of the drones had what she called a plasma mini, short for plasma mini-gun. The drone that was in the rear brought it to bear on her but she managed to dodge most of the shots, only one glanced a blow against her right thigh which told her that she was being attacked again. She glanced down at the slight wound for a second and shook her head.
"Ya really shouldn't have done that," she muttered as she clenched her hands, "If ya were real than ya would regret doin' that…"
The drone with the plasma mini-gun opened fire again and she dodged behind hunk of rock cursing the accuracy of this particular drone. Then, once again the fire stopped and she hazarded a look beyond the rock only to be forced back by a trio shot from one of the other drones. After a moment she flipped over the rock and sprinted at the mini-gunner. More plasma bolts rang out but none struck their mark and Violent came up under the barrel of the mini-gun. Landing a palm strike to the gunner's chin he easily dropped the mini-gun which she caught, swung around, and rammed into his side all but breaking the drone in half. Changing her grip on the mini-gun she brought it to bear on the other two drones turning them into smoking heaps of scraps in mere seconds.
"Are you alright in there Violent? Do you need to stop to have medical look at your leg?" Volt asked through the intercom.
"Ah'm alright Volt! It's just a scratch nothin' major!" Violent called back not realizing that she had slipped back into her accent.
"Are you sure? You've gone back to your accent again," he informed her, he'd learned after she had figured out how to mask her accent that if something pissed her off it caused her to go back into her accent.
"Ah'm sure and if it makes ya feel bettah ah'll have the med drone take a look at it aftah we're done alright?" Violent asked eager to get the practice over with sense she could now start to feel a bit of the numbing effects of the plasma bolt that hit her were taking effect.
"Alright… I'm not fully convinced but you know the emergency procedures just in case right?" Volt asked.
"Volt ya worry too much, ya don't know what ah've been through trust meh ah can handle it," Violent said in a tone that begged him to test her.
"Alright alright Violent….. There's no need to get, well, violent," Volt said defensively, "here we go…. Starting…. Now!"
The doors slid open and many drones filed in; some had plasma pistols, some plasma rifles, and still other plasma mini-guns. All of them where heavily armored in regulation grade Colony Marine armor in which there were very few weak points. The drones marched in with their weapons trained on Violent who just stood there with an amused look on her face. She knew what it would take to defeat them but she wanted to see her partner's reaction when she pulled a stunt that she had yet to employ.
"Alright shugahs let's see how ya do against meh," Violent said as they slowly drew closer to her, "Ah'm Violent Rogue and ah'm your worst nightmare."
With that they opened fire but they just wound up hitting each other. About half of their numbers were gone before they realized that they were just wasting their own men and stopped firing. The drones looked at one another for a moment before they finally looked up to see Violent flying about ten feet off the ground strait above the point that she had been standing at just moments before. She half turned her head at the drones as they started to aim in on her again. She smiled as they started to fire and all she had to do was drop back down to the ground. They didn't realize that she had returned to the ground right away and Violent used that to her advantage. Sprinting forward she took out three drones with a round house kick that sent one flying into two others creating a sparking heap. The firing resumed in her direction and she dropped below the shots letting them take each other out again. Ducking and weaving she allowed them to do the work for her through friendly fire and she took out those that were closest to her that realized where she was.
In the observation room….
The training room was in an uproar and Volt couldn't see anything. The plasma bolts that bounced off of the walls and window flew in every direction while the sparking piles of fallen drones littered the floor creating a thick wall of smoke that he couldn't see through.
"Violent! Are you alright in there?" Volt yelled over the intercom.
There was no answer, just the din of plasma bolts being fired and hitting drones or walls. The simple fact that there was still plasma bolts flying told him that in all probability that his partner was still fighting but only time would tell if she was going to be alright.
In the practice room…
Violent continued to duck and dodge letting the smoke of the weapons give her cover from her opponents. When she felt that she had enough cover she started with a sudden death method of attack. She came up on each of the remaining drones silently from behind and took them out silently as the smoke started to clear. It was when the smoke had mostly cleared that the last remaining drone saw Violent dropping one of his fellows and fired upon her.
Violent heard a sole shot ring out as she was dropping one of the drones and she turned just in time for the plasma bolt to strike her shoulder. She let out a cry of pain as she was forced to take a knee from the searing pain that ripped through her shoulder blade leaving a smoking hole that reeked of burning flesh.
The last drone kept its plasma rifle trained on her and moved his finger in preparation to take another shot.
"Ah won't let ya get the best of meh….." Violent muttered staring at the drone that had the muzzle of its rifle pointed strait at her head.
Violent's arm was limp at her side, completely useless. As the shot rang out she dodged off to the side rolling behind an outcropping of rock and grabbing a plasma rifle as she did. Ah hate using these things, she thought as she adjusted her grip on the weapon so she could fire it one handed. Jumping out from behind the rock she sprinted around the drone and started firing the weapon with accurate shots each time. Finally, after the power cell was dry she stopped firing, dropped the rifle and dropped behind another outcropping then waited. When she heard no shots or retaliation she peeked out from behind the rock to see that the last drone had been reduced to a pile of slag.
"Volt! Get meh outta here!" Violent yelled as she slumped against the rock.
Volt was down in a matter of seconds and he stared at her taking in the damage that she had sustained.
"Well are ya gonna just stand there or are ya gonna help meh?" Violent asked in obvious pain.
"Sorry, I'm just stunned that you didn't stop when the drone shot your shoulder…. I thought for sure that you would want me to get you out of there when it did," Volt said as he helped her back to her feet, "We really should get you to medical. I don't see why you won't accept any enhancements."
"Ah ain't gonna do nothin' ta change who ah am… ah won't accept any because ah wanna remain fully human but thanks," Violent half growled as he started to half walk half carry her towards the door, "Ah will howevah take some bettah armor… does that department have anything in the works that ah can use?"
"I don't know Violent… and you are aware that you've slipped back into your accent?" he asked as they entered the hallway.
"Ya ah know… it happens whenevah ah get hurt or pissed off," Violent told him with a wince as she stepped on her injured leg.
Later in the med bay….
"You are very lucky that we attained this technology ma'am," one of the medical drones said disdainfully though mechanically, "If we did not have it than we may have had some problems repairing the damage."
"Ah know, ah know…. OW! WATCH IT YA BUCKET HEAD!" Violent screamed as the medical drone pinched the skin together.
"I am sorry ma'am, now please hold still as I apply the antibiotic ointment," the drone said calmly.
"Violent please don't destroy another medical drone…. If you keep doing that you are going to make things very difficult around here," Volt pleaded as he held the wrist of her good arm, straining to keep her from punching the head of the drone clean off.