Author's Notes:
I know Iji isn't exactly the most popular game around, but geez! This story is hardly garnering any attention at all. Not that I'm begging for it or anything, but still… Also, one-week anniversary of this story! However a small amount, time sure does fly by, huh?
Disclaimer:
Iji belongs to Daniel Remar and his company, Remar Games. I claim no ownership to it, or any references found within this story.
Iji: Demimortal
Chapter 10: Tasen Commander
Iji Soundtrack: 3 Cans Later
"Contact!" he shouted, his Rocket Launcher arm glowing for a moment before firing the explosive projectile at them. Dodging out of the way, Satuxim shouted at her, "The Lift! Start the Lift!" Iji gladly complied, activating the Lift, starting it's descent. Just one problem; It was going so slow, and because of that, the Tasen was able to get on to it before it went down far enough to cause him injury if he jumped for it. He swung his claw arm at Satuxim, sending him flying with the force of the attack, luckily not putting a gash across his chest; it was more just a blunt hit instead of a slash. He moved on to Iji, his other arm getting primed to fire, said girl, cowering a little. Before that could happen, however, Satuxim got up, sprinted over to him, and took the arm in his hands. A resounding crunch ensued, that Tasen's would-be hand was now crushed, making it useless. He almost screamed in pain, swinging the other arm at him almost desperately. He caught it in both arms, pressing down on it with enough force to put small indents where his fingers were. He then lifted him up with that appendage, and flung him over his head, planting him on the nearby wall. He crumbled to the ground, unconscious. Iji gaped at Satuxim for his show of raw strength before looking over to the knocked-out Commander, concerned. "Oh, don't worry your pretty little head off. He'll live, and both arms can be repaired quite easily with their Nanotechnology, methinks. 'Least now they'll know not to take me in melee combat…" Iji still doubted his words, hoping that the Tasen on the ground was alright, even though he tried to kill them both not ten seconds ago.
The Lift came to a halt, and the two were greeted by two Scouts and a Soldier, a Scout on their right and the other two on the left. The three of them glanced down at the unconscious Commander at the ground and, even though they pretty much knew that they were outmatched, began firing upon the two. Satuxim ran over to the Scout and planted a punch firmly in it's helmet before it had the chance to even pull the trigger on it's weapon, knocking it out. Forming a shield of black behind them, protecting the two, he grabbed Iji by the hand and threw her over the ten-odd foot pile of crates. He leaped over as well, casting a final glance at the Tasen that were now below them. "Again, that Tasen I knocked out is just unconscious. Didn't put a whole lot of power in that punch, luckily enough for her…" Iji took a couple of deep breaths, calming herself down, before getting back up and walking hopping down the pile of crates, Satuxim following after her…
... Only to be greeted by another Scout, and another Soldier. The Lift on the other side of the room was also not active, judging by the lack of green, glowing circuits. "Okay, Iji, close your eyes. We're gonna teleport!" he exclaimed, grabbing both of Iji's shoulders. "Wait, wh-" "Close your eyes!" "She did as he ordered, a bit frightened at what she'd see while it happened if even Satuxim was concerned. A wave of black engulfed them, and they both vanished. The Tasen saw this, of course, the Soldier muttering a "What the Zentraidon…?" before they both talked about what they just saw, mutually agreeing to never speak of this again outside of talking to Krotera, and their daily reports.
The two ended up at the other side of the room that was on their left, on the Lift. They appeared with nary a sound, so the Tasen didn't notice their presence at the time, as they were still glaring in the other direction, wary of a surprise attack. Satuxim glanced down for a moment, then looked around, checking for their location. Iji, meanwhile looked like she wanted to vomit, most likely from movement involved in the teleport Satuxim just performed. Noticing her unease, Satuxim gently rubbed her back, trying to sooth her nausea, the Lift beginning to go up during this. It took a couple of minutes, but she eventually felt her need to wretch go away. "Thanks…" she mumbled. "No need to mention it later. I'm just relieved that you did what I said. And if you're wondering why I made you close your eyes, well… What you would witness in that darkness is not healthy to look at for longer than a second to anybody but me. Trust me when I say that, if you don't have a strong enough mental fortitude, you'd either go mad, or commit suicide. It is not pleasant in the slightest." Iji merely shivered at the though.
About a minute after that, the Lift came to a halt, revealing to them even more Tasen, one Soldier and another Scout, who was, strangely, walking around on the table in the middle of the room. Satuxim quickly took note of the explosive barrel at the other end of the room, and he dove underneath the table, Iji following suit. Miraculously, their actions went unnoticed. Satuxim made the same signal back in Sector 1. 'Three… Two… One… Go!' Darting out from underneath the table, the two jumped over the Soldier, doing the same with the barrel. The Tasen had no choice but to let them go, seeing as how there was a volatile box of explosives between them, as well as the inaccuracy of their Machineguns adding to the risk of accidentally setting it off.
Another Lift later, the two came to another pile of crates just tall enough to hide their presence from the scout behind them. Across from it was a wall that looked very unstable; cracks ran through it, and there were even holes in it big enough to see through. Doing just that, Satuxim saw a room with many crates through it. Besides said crates, there was a ledge at the end of the area. Motioning for Iji to stand back, he reared his fist as far back as possible, and let it fly, breaking through the wall with relative ease. The Scout noticed this, of course, and hopped over the crate, yelling a "Stop!" The two ran past the crates, and jumped on to the ledge. There were three more above them, and they repeated the process, trying to literally dodge bullets all of the while. Once they were at the top, Satuxim said, trying to be logical, "What are the odds that we haven't gotten shot once yet? Besides the one that nicked me back in Sector 1, I mean," gesturing to the hole present in the cloth on his shoulder. Borderline unnaturally pale skin was visible underneath. Iji merely shrugged, and the pair walked onwards…