Gundam Seed: Killer's Realm
Phase 25: Normality, Part 3
PLANT Aprilius One
February 20th, 71 CE
1341 Hours
"Hah!" John crowed, pumping a fist in victory over the shattered remains of the patrol. "Take that you limp dicks!" A few meters behind him, the council members and the two Redcoats started picking themselves back up, recovering from the explosion's pressure wave. Lilou leaned over and rapped him sharply on the helmet.
"Yo! Buckethead! VIPs!" She shouted, pointing at the council members, "Grenade!" She gestured to the crimson blot that was once a Radical. Mjolnir glanced back and forth before muttering a small "sorry".
Then six shells landed at the impact point of John's grenade and exploded, this time bowling over even the OMU troopers. Cursing to himself, Karl shouted into his mic.
"Shepherd! What the hell was that?"
"One of those machines, the one with cannons mounted on its shoulders, fired a six-shot salvo into your area. Right now, the rest of them are also making their way over to you." Gary replied, keeping his sight on the shortest one, the one with the rifle-like machine gun and the claws. It moved less like some kind of arthritic old man as the others and more like some feral beast, its movements actually feline somehow. It reminded him of someone......
"Shit! Time?" Karl asked, all the while motioning for Shoki Team to keep on alert and on the move.
"The closest one is about a twenty seconds away judging by its speed. It's got what looks like a mortar on the right shoulder and two gatling guns on the arms." Gary reported. "You want me to get rid of it?"
"No, concentrate on the artillery one, that one's dangerous. I'll deal with this one myself." Karl growled back. He temporarily accessed Gary's guncam feed, oriented himself to the right, and aimed his shotgun at the Starbucks through which he'd slammed a Radical soldier. Not five seconds later, a hulking machine smashed through the wall, gatling guns spooling up. Karl fired immediately, the cloud of various ordnances blasting into the machine's right leg. Despite its earlier performance against the cover of the ZAFT troopers, Karl's gauss shotgun didn't penetrate the machine's armor, although said armor was quite shredded on the outermost layer. Likewise, the twin seventy-round bursts of 7.62 full-metal jacket rounds the hostile fired into Karl's chest merely scratched away some of the silver laminate of his OMU.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
GAMMA 4: OMEGA, I HAVE SOME RATHER UNIQUE TARGETS HERE.
OMEGA 1 COMMAND: REPORT NUMBER AND ARMAMENTS.
GAMMA 4: NO MORE THAN FIVE COMBATANTS AND SIX NONCOMS, AND THE COMBATANTS HAVE SOME KIND OF SPECIAL ARMOR. MY GATLING GUNS ARE UNABLE TO PENETRATE, AND THEY APPARENTLY HAVE LINEAR WEAPONS.
OMEGA 1 QUERY: HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT?
GAMMA 4: 'CAUSE THE FIRST BLAST FROM ONE'S SHOTGUN JUST SHREDDED MY FIRST AND SECOND ARMOR LAYERS.
OMEGA 1 COMMAND: HOLD THEM THERE. OMICRON 6 AND ALPHA 8 ARE CLOSING IN, AND I WILL BE ALONG SHORTLY.
GAMMA 4: WHAT ABOUT THETA 9?
OMEGA 1 EXASPERATED: HE'S DEACTIVATED HIS COMMUNICATION MATRIX.
Alpha 8 was racing along the rooftops, easily leaping the differences in the heights with the nano-filament-enhanced human musculature of his legs while keeping track of his position via the use of several stealth micro-satellites scattered in and around the PLANT. He was almost jealous of the Omega line.
ALPHA 8 INFORM/QUERY: ETA 69 SECONDS, QUERY FURTHER INFORMATION.
GAMMA 4: DESIGNATED TARGETS 1-5. COMBATANT ARMAMENTS TARGET 1: 1 X GAUSS SHOTGUN, 1 X LARGE-CALIBER LINEAR MAGNUM; TARGET 2: 1 X LINEAR LIGHT MACHINE GUN; TARGET 3: 1 X LINEAR ASSAULT RIFLE/GAUSS GRENADE LAUNCHER ATTACHMENT; TARGET 4: 1 X LINEAR SUB-MACHINE GUN, 1 X UNKNOWN MODEL COMBAT KNIFE; TARGET 5: 1 X LINEAR ASSAULT CARBINE/GAUSS SHOTGUN ATTACHMENT. TARGET DISPOSITIONS: GAMMA 4 ENGAGING TARGET 1+4, TARGETS 2,3,5 GUARDING NONCOMBATANT TARGETS.
Alpha 8 readied to leap over the roof of the Starbucks, just when a flash of blue-white slammed into his side, melting through three of his eight layers of armor and temporarily degrading his control over his cardiovascular and respiratory functions. He erased and rewrote the scrambled control protocols within five milliseconds before turning and utilizing the macro-camera mounted in his forehead to glare at the projectile's originating point.
ALPHA 8 INFORM: DESIGNATE TARGET 6, ARMAMENTS: 1 X SNIPER RIFLE OF UNKNOWN TYPE, POSITION: 1.2KM ALTITUDE, 2M 'WEST', 239M 'SOUTH', REQUEST ARTILLERY OR RIFLE SUPPORT.
OMICRON 6: ACKNOWLEDGED.
Only twenty meters away from the Argonauts' original entry point, Omicron 6 pivoted in the burning corpses of his victim to angle his sniper rifle at the point Alpha 8 designated, utilizing the original line machine's coordinate graph instead of his. Behind him, Theta 9 had noticed his action and tied his own targeting system into Omicron 6's, elevating his shoulder cannons a few degrees and modifying the psychological warfare model's calculations to match his artillery.
The two cyborgs fired simultaneously, the rifle round's path arcing slightly while the cannons shells had a far more ballistic arc, but still aimed for the same building.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Gary was completely caught off-guard when a large-caliber sniper rifle round pinged off of his helmet, and even more so when twin HE cannon shells blasted him entirely off of the skyscraper that he'd taken position on, sending him falling the kilometer to the ground. Thankfully, the OMU was designed for such events, with a monocrystalline titanium carbide armor layer and underlying ferro-silicate impact gel layer and even the nanofilament and electroactive polymer-based propulsion layer all providing defense against the forces involved in falling a kilometer down after being hit by high explosives.
It still hurt when he smashed onto the condensed concrete sidewalk.
"Owwww..." Gary grated, feeling his aching ribs and pushing himself back up. Thanks to the low-powered beacon in the guncam, he quickly recovered his Izanagi before he moved towards his team and Karl, as well as the VIPs. He barely made it five meters before one of the cyborgs appeared before him, rounding a corner. It was the advanced one, the one with the blade on its right arm, the rifle on its left arm, and the small cannon on its right shoulder.
"Aw shit." He muttered. Barely before Gary finished his curse, the machine turned its rifle on him, firing 9mm depleted uranium bullets semiautomatic. None of them pierced the OMU's armor layer, but they packed quite a punch. After emptying a dozen rounds into Gary's chest, the robot stopped for a second, cocking its head to the side before lowering its rifle arm. Then it flourished its right arm, extending a long blade and in the process slicing the roof off of a car.
Gary hesitated slightly, as a result almost losing his head when the machine attacked suddenly with a horizontal swipe at his neck. He ducked and backpedaled at the same time, raising his rifle to snap off a random shot into the robot's knee. The 'Arbalest' was a round inspired by the thermesium shells of the Kuro Tenshi Augury's Kamikaze Railgun. It was constructed mainly of refrigerated ammonium/thermesium gas, with a core of compressed depleted uranium, and was designed to penetrate even meter-thick titanium ship hulls.
Which meant that the armor on these machines was stupidly dense, seeing as the round had only inconvenienced the one now chasing Gary up the side of a building instead of severely crippling it. The Captain had quite literally leaped up to the roof of a two-story building on the street he'd crashed into, followed in a similar fashion by the blade-wielding robot. Judging by how it had sliced through the car, and now sliced through a part of the roof, Gary would guess that the blade was monomolecular-edged and super-dense.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Despite the Extended Natural Research Division's stubborn attempts at chemical lobotomy of the Tau through Omega Lines' emotional centers, Omega 1 still felt a large degree of irritation at this strange new enemy, as well as her/its creators. The nerds had promised that only anti-mobile suit artillery or mobile-suit scale weaponry would be able to penetrate the Argonaut's multi-layered armor, which consisted mainly of a titanium carbide/meitnerium alloy created by super-compressing melted titanium and meitnerium at a specialized Lagrange 1 facility.
This also induced a sense of caution in Omega 1, such that she/it wouldn't dare take on this one alone.
OMEGA 1 ORDER: OMICRON 6, PROCEED TO MY POSITION TO ELIMINATE TARGET 6: UNRESTRICTED METHODS, PREPARE FOR EXTENDED COMBAT AND RAISE DAMAGE POTENTIAL OF TARGETS TO MOBILE SUIT-SCALE.
OMICRON 6: MOBILE SUIT-SCALE? WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY?
ALPHA 8 OFFER: A TEN-GIGABYTE ECSTASY PROGRAM SAYS ORB.
OMEGA 1 REBUTTAL: YOU ALREADY GOT MY PORN.
ALPHA 8 REBUTTAL: AND IT WAS DISGUSTING.
Mentally shaking her/its head, Omega 1 continued pursuing the cybernetic/nano-modified/power armored or whatever target across the rooftops, noting that its course took it straight to its comrades.
OMEGA 1 ORDER: GAMMA 4, REPORT.
GAMMA 4: STILL ENGAGED WITH TARGETS 1 + 4. TARGETS 2, 3 AND 5 PROCEEDING WITH NONCOM TARGETS TOWARDS 'EASTERN' ZAFT SPACE DOCKS.
OMEGA 1 PLAN: MICRO-SATELLITE SCANS INDICATE HOSTILE DIVISION-STRENGTH FORMATION DEPLOYING AROUND DOCKS. THETA 9, PROCEED TO POINT DESIGNATED WAYPOINT 9 TO BEGIN INTERCEPT MOVEMENT.
THETA 9: WHY 5H0ULD 1?
OMEGA 1 EXASPERATED: BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I'LL ACTIVATE THAT HANDY SELF-DESTRUCT MECHANISM IMPLANTED IN YOUR NEURO-CONTAINER.
THETA 9:..........
Distracted, Omega 1 only barely caught the sight of Target 6 aiming its sniper rifle over its shoulder and it by mere millimeters, the super-heated projectile raising the surface temperature of Omega's head armor enough to send its heat sensors into a warning screech. Omega 1 clamped down on them, silencing the electronic shriek as it retaliated with its cannon.
An experimental weapon developed specifically with the Omega Line in mind, the 20mm Gauss Cannon utilized super-dense electromagnetic coils to fire a slug of solid compressed depleted uranium at eight times the speed of sound. The projectile's impact had possessed enough force to overpower the ballistic gels of the Argonauts, and Omega had no reason to expect the Targets had anything similar. Yet, a nagging in the back of her/its mind that she/it at described as 'women's intuition' said that the Gauss Cannon was the best chance any of the Argonauts had to defeat these new foes.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Karl cursed the ancestor of everything - going so far back to prehistory - that had contributed to the creation of this thing he was fighting. It moved like a recording of an arthritic old man sped up 2x, but it was very precise, if a bit inexperienced in close combat. Apparently, most of its experience was in gatling-gun range, and wasn't especially suited for hand-to-hand combat with a shotgun-wielding veteran and a knife-wielding pseudo-assassin.
"Surin, go behind him and take out his legs. I'll blast his head off." Karl ordered, maneuvering out of arm's reach of the cyborg and peppering it on the chest with a load of armor-piercing heated tungsten darts, having exchanged his previous drum magazine for one of his more specialized ones.
"Yessir." Lilou muttered, moving quickly. She skipped around the side of the robot, then leaped onto its right shoulder, rebounded off of the remaining wall of the Starbucks and landed lightly behind the enemy machine, oscillating monomolecular knife ready. She sliced in at the right leg, cutting into it just behind the knee joint before maneuvering the blade to cut down and then out, severing what muscle there was. Surprisingly, there was a jet of red blood - or something similar - along with some clear substance and a blackish oily liquid. Nevertheless, she achieved the intended effect, sending the machine stumbling.
Karl reversed his course, darting in between the cyborg's extended arms and aimed his weapon straight at the head. He fired, the tungsten darts slicing through several layers of armor at such close range, completely destroying the visor and telephoto camera and blasting through the interior circuitry and wiring, before penetrating all but the last two layers of armor in the back of the head.
The force sent the machines head rocking back and, combined with Lilou's previous hamstringing of it, sent its two-ton bulk to the ground.
But, even before they had a chance to celebrate the minor victory, another one leaped in from the side, over their heads and on top of Kuro, more than seventy meters away with the Loyalists. In one hand it held a machine gun, and from the other arm, twin jagged claw-blades jerked out of small sheaths built directly into its forearms, before the limb arced over and down, directly for Kuro's neck.
Faster than thought, the medic's free arm darted in the space between the blades and grabbed the fist on the end of the arm, stopping the deadly-looking blades a bare two centimeters away from his helmet. He quickly lifted his Carbine-barrel Izanagi, firing into the machine's torso.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Alpha 8 was particularly irritated by the hundred rounds fired into his/its chest in less than five seconds, each piercing through a half-layer of armor, with the last one lodging uncomfortably close to the Neuro-Container deep in his/its chest that contained his/its original brain.
ALPHA 8 QUERY: GAMMA 4, CONDITION
GAMMA 4: FUCK!!!!! I'M BLIND AND DEAF, THEY BLEW MY HEAD APART!
ALPHA 8 COMMAND: CALM DOWN AND ACTIVATE YOUR SECONDARY SENSORS.
GAMMA 4: RRRRRRRRRRR!!
To the surprise of the two Targets that had been engaging him/it, Gamma 4 rose back up to his/its wide feet, setting them apart before pressing his right gatling gun into the back of the silver Target while the other gun rotated to aim at the sneaky one with the knife. To their credit, they dodged the guns with inhuman speed, although even then the silver one got nicked good, the rounds sending him spinning to the ground. Gamma 4's fatal mistake was ignoring the sneaky Target, when it hacked at his/its right arm with its knife, slicing the limb off at the elbow with three good slices. Then it jammed its knife into Gamma's remaining intact knee joint, before drawing another one and stabbing it into his/its chest and drawing the blade down, cutting him/it open heart to groin.
The silver Target had holstered its shotgun, got up and inserted its hands into the gap. Impossibly, with strength on the level of the Argonauts, it pulled the gap open a few centimeters before quickly drawing its shotgun and jamming the barrel to the gap. At an automatic rate of fire, it ripped off several blasts from the shotgun. Apparently, the shotgun's rounds entered the gap and spread throughout Gamma's chest cavity, tearing open the Neuro-Container and leaking brain matter and fluid as well as ripping apart the circuitry, which sent arcs of electricity sparking throughout the cavity, cooking Gamma's brain.
GAMMA 4 AUTO-REPORT FUNCTION: BRAIN FUNCTION DETERIORATED, CEASING CARDIOVASCULAR AND RESPIRATORY FUNCTION CONTROL. ANALYSIS........SUBJECT GAMMA 4 DECEASED.
ALPHA 8 COMMENT: SHIT.
At that moment, Target 2, the somewhat bulky one with the light machine gun, actually bull-rushed Alpha 8, shoving him off of the other Target and into a building. The wall crumbled as his/its weight and force crushed the polymer, and further deformed when Alpha pushed him/itself out of the newly-created wall crater before he/it glanced at the two Targets facing it.
ALPHA 8 REPORT: TARGET 2 PROTECTING TARGET 5. TARGET 5 THUS DESIGNATED IMPORTANT TEAM MEMBER. EITHER LEADER OR OTHER. LEADER TARGET 1. DESIGNATE TARGET 5 OTHER (MEDIC). FOCUSING PRIMARY TARGET ATTENTION ON TARGET 5, SECONDARY ATTENTION TARGET 2. RECOMMEND OMEGA 1 AND OMICRON 6 ENGAGE TARGETS 1 AND 3 AFTER ELIMINATING TARGET 6.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Gary swore when the freaky one with the madly grinning mass of fangs under its visor leaped onto the roof he was heading toward, rifle and rocket launchers aimed even as the more advanced-looking one levered its cannon at him. The fanged machine fired first, just as Gary ducked, with the sniper round pinging off of the advanced machine's chest armor while it dodged the rockets. Gary rolled off of the roof, landed on his feet, and then sprinted up the street, heading towards where Karl and Lilou had just destroyed that other machine.
He'd also gotten a pretty good tip from Karl.
When the scary one leaped up, angled to land right on his back, Gary ducked and rolled again to the right, letting it land with a THUMP on the tortured paved road. Unfortunately, it had the presence of mind - or computer - to have its flamethrower pre-aimed, allowing it to blast Gary with a jet of superheated napalm fires. Which Gary ignored, instead grabbing its arm, pulling, and sending his feet to its head. With that done, he moved his upper body along the arm, climbing onto the robot's shoulders, and righted himself so that his was standing somewhat unsteadily on top of the cyborg's head.
Just as the other machine of the pair landed in front of Gary and his unwilling mount, the SpecOpsIntel Captain jammed his Izanagi one-handed into the top of the fanged one's head, and fired four times in succession. The first Arbalest round melted halfway through the thick and dense head armor, with the second one penetrating the rest and entering the machine's skull. The third one blasted through the minimal interior armor in the neck, and the fourth one took advantage of this and exited along the third round's route, eventually exiting out its groin.
The machine toppled like a puppet with its strings cut off, to the (from Gary's point of view) askance look of its comrade. Gary hopped off before the freaky machine's remains toppled, landing in front of the other machine. A rather stupid move, he later said and all agreed.
However, the remaining machine reacted quickly, levered its shoulder cannon at Gary, and fired. Looking back on this through his OMU's recording, Gary would watch the scene frame-by-frame and make out the thick cannonball of the depleted uranium shell. At the moment, he just saw a slivery flicker before an inordinately large force impacted on his shoulder and spun him three meters back, before he landed on his chest, having spun about 1800 degrees.
Before he could begin to reorder his confused mind, the robot apparently stepped on his back, pressing down with great force, enough to drive Gary into the concrete. It wasn't enough force to begin to bend the OMU's armor, but he still felt it, to an extent. Really, it was more uncomfortable than anything.
"Uh, a little help here?" Gary called.
"Coming." Karl said jauntily.
Out of nowhere, Lilou attacked the advanced machine, knife flickering in towards its chest. However, this one seemed to have learned from the deaths of its comrades, its two-meter blade flicking out in a disdainful motion to deflect the knife blade. It then paused, studying the new centimeter-long nick in its own blade. At that moment, Karl came up and kicked the cyborg in the back, hard enough to send it stumbling, before pressing his shotgun into its center back.
There was then a neat trick, where the robot completely reversed the orientation of its cannon and fired a shell at Karl. Mr. Hurtz managed to do what Gary had not and ducked, but thus allowed the machine to escape with a sideways leap into a building. Lilou and Gary made to go after it, but stopped at Karl's shake of his head.
"Ignore that one, we've got Topor and Chiyu dealing with the feral one near the VIPs, and the Dojin's contacted us. Apparently, there's a large contingent of Radical troops surrounding the spaceport. Luckily for the Gamow, they weren't fast enough to catch it before it detached from the dock and joined the Dojin, but as for us....."
"We're screwed." Lilou said.
"Weeellllll, not really." Karl said. "Our exit plan merely got a little more complicated. Gary, how far are we from the PLANT's outer wall, in terms of travel time?"
"Just a minute or so with the VIPs sir." Gary answered. "But let's get rid of that other machine first, eh?" Without so much as a nod, they went from 0 to 30 in less than a second and sprinted up the street, seeing Boris quite literally wrestling with the clawed machine, barely keeping its blades away from his head. Kuro was circling around the pair, interjecting the conflict with bursts of Carbine fire, and the occasional blast from the undermounted gauss shotgun. However, the carbine barrel didn't really manage to penetrate the heavy armor, and the attached gauss shotgun had much less firepower than Karl's hand-held one, so he really just pock-marked the machine's skin.
Then the impossible happened.
The machine smacked Boris in the side of the head with its light machine gun, throwing the heavy Russian aside like a rock, dropped the weapon, and reached out for Kuro, grabbing the medic at the shoulder while two new blades jerked out of their respective sheaths on its left forearm.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Mentally grinning, Alpha 8 set into the Target, slowly but surely flaying away its armor. What did he care if his blades got a little dull? That just made the victim scream more. And unlike the last time he had this Target pinned, there was no comrade in a mortal plight to distract him. Alpha 8 had to give credit to the armor's creators - he still believed this time originated from Orb - it was tough. He couldn't rightly identify the material he sliced off, but his blades were edged with meitnerium, the densest element known to man, and that was before it was artificially compressed and alloyed with titanium nitride. Almost nothing could stop it.
Mere seconds after starting, Alpha hit jackpot, blood flowing as he cut into his Target's stomach. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear a scream, but the flesh shuddered as though in great pain, and that was almost good enough for Alpha. However, the heavy Target had recovered and was already grabbing Alpha's right arm. Disliking the missed opportunity for his favorite game, Alpha finished his Target, a quick upward jab arcing under its - his - ribcage and into his heart, just before the other Target yanked him off of the stilled body. Alpha kicked the Target away and then leaped upward onto a pawnshop's roof, sprinting across it and moving to rejoin Omega and Theta.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Two Minutes Earlier
"I think I have an idea as to how to get us out of here." Karl said, just after dealing with the gatling-gun cyborg.
"And what might that be oh demon thunder?" Captain O'Clery queried, rubbing his brow. The good Major wasn't known as the most stable employee of General Payne.
Karl grinned crazily at that, and said. "Damn thee accursed whale! By the depths of Hell I stabbeth thee!"
"I had no idea you had any interest in classic literature, much less that you were literate." O'Clery commented. That particular quote had been said by Captain Ahab in the famous story Moby Dick.
"Ah go suck one up your blow hole." Karl retorted.
Now
"I'm probably only the second person to ever contemplate anything like this in space warfare." Emile shuddered, remembering the Paimon, the Berial-class OMNI Enforcer destroyer that had rammed Junius Seven and set off its nuclear reactor. "All hands, brace for impact! Helm, ramming speed!" The Dojin accelerated, Pulsed Inductive Plasma Thrusters glaring as the stealth ship discarded its cloak of invisibility for this action.
The Dojin angled straight for Aprilius One's 'Eastern' wall, just a few hundred meters down away from the Spaceport. "Fire Odoroki 1 and 2, low-energy positron burst!" The cannons flared, sending two streaks of anti-matter blasting into the metapolymer wall, disintegrating an almost fifteen meter square area, cutting it down to five-meters thick.
Then the Dojin crashed into - and through it. Most ships would have crumpled against the superhard pseudo-armor (with the notable exception of the asteroid-sized Berial-Class Destroyers) but the Dojin had an edge. A bow armored with Anti-Phase Shift material, which easily pierced the metapolymer. Even as the bow penetrated the wall, the Dojin was releasing nano-constructors to fit the wall to the hull, preventing any significant atmospheric leaks.
Inside the PLANT, the boarding hatches built into the bow extended and opened, allowing the Loyalist PLANT Council members and, notably, one OMU-suited trooper in first before the rest of the team boarded.
Emile got up from his seat with a smile as the Dojin withdrew from the PLANT, reversing in place before the Positron Pulse Detonation in the stern activated, the gamma burst flaring and revealing the Dojin's position to anything and everything with sensors concentrated in the upper-range of the electromagnetic spectrum. Not that they would be able to intercept the ship, the combination of Pulsed Inductive Thrusters (more efficient and powerful than any normal-sized Electrostatic Thruster currently used by most modern military ships) and a more-stable and larger iteration of the Shadowfax's PPDE allowing the Dojin to by-far outrun any pursuers.
On their course, they passed the derelict hulks of several Nazca-class cruisers. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with them, but anyone stepping onto the ship itself would immediately notice the distinct lack of air and pressure. The Dojin's Monkouken 40mm 5-barrel Hyper-Velocity CIWS, normally used defensively as with most CIWS weapons, actually could fire its relatively minuscule rounds at velocities fast enough to very easily pierce the hull of most ships, creating hundreds if not thousands of leaks.
Emile walked off of the bridge and proceeded to the hold, where the bow hatches exited to, ready to congratulate Shoki Team. Opening the door, he opened his mouth, before his jaw dropped upon the sight.
Of Kuro's blood-covered torso, and the gaping cavity exposing the lower ribs and stomach.
They were silent.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Author's Note: And thus ends the Departure From Normality chapters. The sweet of the victory, with the bitter of the loss of a comrade. It's sad.
("Awwww....and I liked Kuro!")
Are you.....crying blood?
("I had a baby earlier.")
You're a robot! And a guy! you can't have - oh......that's disturbing.
Anyway, sorry for missing last week's update. I was sick. To make up for it, I'll have a tech chapter up soon.
Replies:
nequam-tenshi: Latin.
Velshard: Thanks.
Well, actually, there are a total of three casualties, with Theta 9's fate to be revealed in a flashback, along with some info that may disturb Alpha and Omega.....or not.
Highly-compressed.
Do tell.
Mathiasosx: hope you liked it.
00virtuezero: Well, BCPU yes (literally, their brains are the central processing units for the machine) but nano-tech, not quite. OMNI wasted all of the nano-tech they reverse-engineered on the project that spawned Jack as we know him.
Currently, 2 out of 5. Although that depends on if you consider the rest of the Argonaut population, which will be revealed in the tech chapter (for those who can add)
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