Looking up Anton saw an Agent rush in and freeze when she saw him before speaking into her comms which he overheard. Walking up to the platform, Anton extended his hand in greeting, hoping to make a good faith effort of trust. He had done a lot of thinking over these last few days and knew he had to get on their good side but also that he had to harden himself, do what needed to eb done for survival of humanity no matter the cost. "Greetings Agent, I am Magos Anton-Zeta-1 of the Adeptus Mechanicus, servant of The Omnissiah. I shall explain more when we are safe but for now it would be best to wait. I have… very little combat experience but will do what I can to help on our way out of here and back to your base." Anton was happy when the agent shook his hand, though was soft on his grip so as to not crush her bones.
Nodding, Bantel looked at the warhound with suspicion, it was tracking her with its minigun but not firing. After a few seconds, she gestured for the cyborg to wait as she rushed to secure the node, making sure to lock the door on her way out of the bunker.
Bantel sighed as she made her way back to the cyborg. She didn't like talking but knew she would have to in order to get this person out if they were not experienced in combat, at the very least give them places to send the warhound to help out. "Alright Magos Anton was it?" She asked, getting a nod in response as she looked at the blue lights, assuming they were a mask over his eyes, "I do not know who you are but if you don't have any combat experience, we will be relying on that warhound and my skills to get us out." She began as she took off her backpack and put a laser sight on her rifle as she spoke, "I will mark locations for you to send it and targets for you to take out. Do you have any other weapons you can fall back on should the warhound be destroyed?"
Nodding, Anton drew his bolt pistol as he responded. "The Omnissiah blessed me with my arrival and I have 14 more shots for my plasma pistol, a little under 1 and a half flask of hydrogen, and 60 rounds for the bolt pistol. Should the bot be destroyed, I inserted a virus into their systems a day ago allowing me to take control of any single one at a time if I am close enough to it."
Agent Bantel frowned at the response. Plasma pistol, bolts? "I see, so no actual weapons as plasma weaponry does not exist and bolts are useless unless you are wanting to build a wall. So if you are able to take over their bots, we can use them as kamikaze drones, from what I've seen they have a self-destruct built in to keep them from falling into Division hands."
"Agent, you seem to misunderstand" Said Anton as he racked the bolt pistol to get a round out and handed it to her to inspect. "This is a bolt. A cartridge said to be designed by The Omnissiah Himself and gifted to mankind by The Machine God. .75 caliber, fin stabilized fragmentation tipped round, propelled by solid fuel up to 750 miles an hour. A single round should be plenty to take the core of nearly any black tusk unless they have any moderate amount of armor. As for plasma, well a demonstration is out of the question at the moment as as I stated, I am low on hydrogen flash."
Agent Bantel could only stare with her jaw dropped when she saw the massive round, in a pistol nonetheless. Steeling herself, secretly hoping to fire the weapon one day, she nodded. "I see, then our chances of getting out of here just increased. If we come across any heavies or if the Tusk sends any helicopters, perhaps you can show off the plasma pistol. Now let's get going, Manny is sending a chopper to pick us up. After you." She said, gesturing to the door for him and the warhound to exit to the parking garage, not trusting him.
Nodding to move out, Anton quickly knelt down by the warhound and gave a prayer over it in high gothic and binary, much to the agents confusion before standing up. Before she could ask a question though he moved through the door and down the hall. Moving after him, Bantel planned to ask questions later about the odd prayer if he survives this.
Entering the parking garage, Anton and Bantel took over behind a car before looking down the garage, nearly 2 dozen men between them and the cafeteria leading to the exit. Quickly planning, Bantel spoke over the comms to Anton the plan. "Alright Anton, send the warhound down the middle, I'll send my drone as well to distract them, be sure you have all Tusks set as targets then we will sneak around the right and hit them from the side."
Nodding, Anton prepared the warhound and when he saw a small quadcopter pop off the agent's backpack, he sent the bot forward, rushing towards the Black Tusk, barrels of the gun spinning and it prepared to fire. Anton and Bantel rushed around tacross the lot and around the corner and the tusk shouted in alarm as they came under heavy fire, both able to hear their comms. "What the hell is going on? Command said the encryption on the hounds is unbreakable by The Division." They heard as return fire was started towards the hound and drone, though a decent bit less than there should have been.
As the duo took cover by some barriers, a response was heard, "Well apparently it's not to this new guy. We can ask him when he's in our custody, new orders from the tippy top, they want him alive, apparently some protocol that command wants is now in his possession. Get to it."
Peaking over the barrier he was hiding behind, Anton saw someone huddling behind a car, a stream of bullets whizzing over his head. Carefully taking aim as Agent Bantel opened fire, Anton squeezed the trigger, compensating his hands servos for the recoil, and fired. Then watched as the round went wide and impacted the wall behind the man, exploding and sending fist sized chunks of concrete about. Quickly shifting his aim as the man turned while raising his weapon to return fire, Anton shot again, this time hitting his target, as a split second later the round entered the man's chest, exploding it from the inside and sending chunks or bone and organs around and onto his few remaining companions.
Shifting his aim as another Tusk fell dead, full of holes from the warhound, Anton fired again and managed to hit another man in the leg above the knee, blowing the limb off, making the man fall over, screaming in pain. That was quickly put to an end as Bantel took aim at the man's head and put him out of his misery.
Looking around to check for more targets, Anton was surprised to see they were all taken out by the agent, drone and warhound. Standing up and letting out a breath he wasn't aware he started holding, Anton watched as the agent walked over to the man he shot and knelt down, looking at the wound caused by the bolt round, before she took out a camera and took a picture.
As she took the picture and inspected the wound, Anton knelt by a body and prayed over it. Though these people seemed to be against him, that's no reason he shouldn't pray that these human souls somehow reach the Omnissiah on Holy Terra.
The two continued like this for a time, Agent Bantel taking out the majority of people in their way and Anton with the warhound picking off a couple, he getting more competent with the bolt pistol and praying over every group of people that their souls reach the Omnissiah for peace. He still wasn't comfortable with taking a human life though. He may be a tech priest and has constructed multiple servitors in his life but there was a difference to him between allowing someone to seek redemption as a servitor and taking their life for Him to judge.
By the time the two reached the stairs leading to the main atrium of the trade center, the warhound was looking a lot worse for wear, servos damaged and a couple armor plates having fallen off. This was confusing to Anton as it was the exact same design as all the others that had been deployed between them and the exit but Agent Bantel had destroyed those with ease. While he took cover, waiting for the agent to reload, Anton searched the internet and Division network and found his answer, the agents did not use normal ammo, it was a heavier round with a different, more powerful propellant, a solid one almost like what's in bolt rounds.
As they took cover at the bottom of stairs, a pulse washed over the area, causing the warhound and drone to shut down and Anton to stumble, letting out a static screech and one of his eyes to shut off. Knowing what this was, he scrambled with his organic hand for his chest, and finding the handle he wanted, began to turn it, a manual pump for his heart. Bantel turned to look at the cyborg who was breathing deeply and letting out a small screech whenever the pulse went off as he turned a handle that was under the robe. "Anton, you hang here, I'll take out the EMP generator, stay in cover. Once you're good, focus on taking out anyone that comes down the stairs." Anton could only nod his head, having to focus all his attention inward to keep his heart pumping blood, unable to move with all the surges going through his systems. He had put off getting the majority of his augments outside of his brain EMP protected and was regretting that now.
Peaking around coven Bantel saw half a dozen troops coming down the stairs and the shimmering pulse from another 2 generators on either side of the main entrance. Pulling a grenade, watching ISAC projected arch on the specialized contacts all agents were equipped with. Lining it up with the leftmost generator, Bantel tossed it once she was sure the device was in the suspected blast radius and switched back to her rifle. After 3 seconds, the grenade exploded, taking out the device and Bantel opened fire on the one in the middle of the room that was washing over them, alerting the Tusk to their location, but after just a few seconds of sustained fire it was also disabled.
Taking cover and fire was quickly returned as the Tusk shouted about her location, Bantel began to plan as 2 of the 3 devices were taken down and they were out of the field now. Looking at Anton who had stopped the screeching but was still turning the handle, Bantel only hoped he'd be back to good soon. Grabbing her drone from the floor and attaching it to the changing port on her backpack, she started sprinting out of cover to some boxes nearby, Bantel heard the rounds chip away at the concrete floor behind her. This not only got the fire away from Anton but also allowed a count of how many histiled there were. 6 normal troopers, 1 warhound, 2 minitanks and a single heavy trooper with a minigun who was walking down the stairs. More than she'd like but doable.
Lining her sights on one of the minitanks as her cover was pinged with shots, a couple hitting her vest but not penetrating the armor plates. She took out the track of the thing, taking away its ability to move before shifting her aim to its base, the heavy rounds tearing through the armor there before she returned to cover.
Hearing the clang of a warhounds feet, she watched as the one Anton had rushed by, reactive now and began to fire on the one under Tusk control, both firing from the mounted miniguns into one another catching 2 troopers in the crossfire. Though the bot was active, he was still crouched behind cover, limbs twitching still and light barely returning to one of his eyes. Using the distraction, she rushed towards the left set of stairs, spraying at the remaining troopers and forcing them into cover. As she ran towards the 3rd generator, Bantel heard one of the warhounds explode, sending out an electric pulse disabling the second mini tank, the in-built charges in the device going off a second later to prevent capture.
Tossing a grenade towards the EMP, Bantel took aim at the remaining men and opened fire from her elevated position, downing another. Only to see the heavy rush towards Anton.
Anton is in pain, the power surges setting the connecting nerves on fire. The agent had disabled the EMP devices, allowing him to get the warhound back on with his wireless connection, though he couldn't find it anymore, assuming it had been destroyed. All he had left to get working was his servo arm, right arm and legs, but was still receiving errors on all 3. The pulse had corrupted the code running them and he was rushing to rewrite it, to get back into functional order. Anton heard another grenade go off as heavy steps ran towards him. "Just a few more seconds Omnissiah, I just need a few more seconds." Anton pleaded in his mind as he finished and initiated the final check for his systems. The increased perception afforded from his internal cogitators allowed him to watch in slow motion as the barrels on a minigun started to round the corner and spin. Slowly the checks came back, one after another green and ready to go as a foot landed near him.
Smiling to himself, Anton let time resume at its normal pace as his internals cooled themselves, feeling the rush of thermal fluid over his brain. Lashing out with his servo arm, Anton caught the barrels of the minigun, the vice grip causing the heavy man to stumble as his momentum carried him. Squeezing the hardened steel tubes, Anton crushed the weapons barrels under literal tones of force.
Seeing this, the man in the armor let go of the gun just as Anton did and sent a fist towards the cyborg head, which he had no room to dodge while shouting, "Just what the fuck are you, metal claws and limbs you damn robot freak."
Anton for his part let the blow connect, sending his head snapping to the side, knowing it could do very little if any damage to him as he lashed out with his own punch, sending his cybernetic fish into the man's chest, splintering the heavy chest plate and potentially cracking a few ribs as well. Pulling his fist back, Anton responded and he sent another punch into the man, this time destroying the chest plate and breaking ribs. "I am Anton-Zeta-1 of The Adeptus Mechanicus, former head adept of Banthes Light Repair Station and I am annoyed at the Black Tusk's continued hacking attempts." Anton replied in anger as he put his fist through the man's chest, destroying his heart.
Breathing heavily, Anton looked up at the few surviving people, all of who were looking at him in shock, weapons held at their side. Grabbing and raising the bolt pistol, Anton saw the tusk scramble to raise their own weapons before being gunned down from behind. Looking around, there was nothing left as everyone was dead. Anton saw the last warhound pointing its gun at him, barrels spinning but no bullets coming out, the weapon out of ammo. Anton took control of the bot and then took the ammo from the heavy trooper, loading it into the bot before walking up the stairs to Bantel who just got off her comms.
Looking at his blood covered metal fist with unease, Bantel asked. "You alright Anton, you seemed a little… stressed. Also Adeptus Mechanicus?"
Anton simply nodded while searching the internet, and writing some code. "I am alright," he responded, "Just dealing with their annoyance. It isn't an issue, simply an annoyance, but the self duplication image I just uploaded to the servers should slow if not stop them. And yes, Adeptus Mechanicus. We construct all technology in Him Imperium, have served Him for 10,000 years in all manners of technological and military matters, based off of Mars but with hundreds of other forge and mining worlds around the galaxy. Or it was as from all I have seen, I am the only member in this universe."
"I see," said Bantel, not sure how to respond. "Well that is quite the story and you'll need to talk with Manny. Torres is waiting to pick us up, but we got 4 Black Tusk choppers inbound. We need to get moving. Thought you mind me asking what you uploaded that you think would get them to stop?"
"Anton simply grinned as he pulled out his plasma pistol and checked it, the glowing blue weapon catching the agent's eye. "Have you ever heard of an image called Goatse? Truly disgusting if I say so. Right now it is propagating through their systems, hopefully slowing them down and will cause a full reboot in time." This simply caused the agent to shake her head and laugh as they walked through the door, feeling pity for whoever finds that.
Walking outside, the duo looked up as they heard propellers coming close before two black helicopters came overhead and stopped. Carefully taking aim at one, Anton knew he had to make every shot count with his plasma pistol. As ropes were released, Anton squeezed the trigger on the pistol, sending a blue bolt of plasma soaring through the air and right into the rotor hub, melting right through the metal and destroying it completely. This caused the copter to spin out of control, sending a troop flying out of the open door as the vehicle spun and crashed into the pit below them.
Anton shifted his aim as Bantel opened fire on troops sliding down the ropes on the second helicopter. Electing to not fire as she was taking out all hostiles before they could reach the ground, Anton went back to watching the blue sky waiting for the other two to appear. After the second helicopter left, he saw the second group appear overhead, coming down fast. FIring again, Anton saw the shot impact into the cockpit, killing the pilot, the weight of their body shifting causing the stick to jerk and send the chopper into the building, causing metal to bend and glass to shatter.
Seeing the two crashed copters, the 4th that had arrived elected to leave instead of dropping off its squad of soldiers, not wanting to risk another of the rare vehicles. Seeing them leave, Bentel clicked her comms, alerting Torres to come pick them up, before walking over to the second helicopter after hearing groans and screams from it. "This is Agent Bantel of the Division, I am giving you one chance to surrender. Should you, your wounded will be treated and you'll all be given the rights as prisoners of war. You have 30 seconds to respond." Only receiving angered yells in denial in return, Bantel just shrugged at Anton as Torres landed nearby. Pulling a grenade, she pulled the pin, chucked in through a broken window and a moment later, after an explosion nothing else was heard.
Walking past Anton, she clapped him on the shoulder while walking to Torres and hopping on the copter, followed by Anton and the warhound, which shut down in the middle. Before lifting off though, Torres turned and handed Bantel a piece of paper, saying it was from Kelso. Taking it and reading, Bantel nodded before crumpling and throwing it outside. With this, they took off heading towards the White House.
Looking over the city, Anton was surprised at how green it was. He had heard that some planets had trees and such but it was something else to actually see in person. He wished he could stay up here for a while just enjoying the sight but after a moment, they were landing and it was time to disembark. Hopping out into the mud, he reactivated the warhound, the machine dutifully following behind. Walking behind Aget Bentel, he followed her into the main lobby where she stepped to the side, he saw a man walking to another person but dismissed them when he entered.
Walking over, he extended his hand in greetings. "Hello, I'm Manny Ortega, Division coordinator. It's a pleasure to meet you, and I see you managed to capture one of the bots. We have a lot to talk about Mr. Zeta-1."
Anton was about to respond when from behind Manny a dozen agents came rushing in, weapons drawn and pointed at Anton and the warhound, with more coming from behind, at the head was Agent Kelso who spoke in a commanding voice, "Stand down dn move back Manny. Anton-Zeta-1 you are hereby under arrest. You are to return the Omega Protocol to Division control or face summary execution. You have 30 seconds to comply." At this, he heard Agent Bantel rack her weapon and take aim at his head.
Manny spun in the spot, a look of shock on his face. "Kelso what the hell are you doing, agents stand down, now." Though they all ignored him, keeping aim at Anton.
Looking around, Antol saw a laptop sitting on a table. Smirking, he sent a command to the Omega protocol while starting a 10 minute timer on its screen, which caught everyone's attention. "Absolutely not Agent Kelso. I will sooner die, sooner destroy this city than let it fall into the hands of a potential Abominable Intelligence." WIth this, All the Agents went pale as they heard ISAC on comms as half of them put their weapons down, Anton projecting it so all can hear.
TARGET SELECTED: WASHINGTON D.C.
YIELD: 1 MEGATON
TIME TO LAUNCH: 10 MINUTES
Hearing this, Manny looked at Kelso, a look of confusion and fear on his face. "Kelso, what is going on, what is the Omega Protocol?"
Hearing this, Anton smirked, so not everyone knew. He just looked at Kelso as she pushed her gun against his head. "Call it off!" She ordered.
Not caring, Anton responded. "So they don't all know, do you want to inform them or shall I? After all, they have a right to know before the flash."
Getting between them and shoving Kelso back, Manny shouted "KELSO, what the hell is going on, what is the Omega Protocol, what is going on here." He shouted as the time ticked down to 9 minutes.
Keeping her gun aimed at Anton, Kelso hung her head and let out a sigh before responding. "It is a voting system. Any active, loyal Agent can call it and the vote goes to all Agents. Active, inactive, loyal and rogue alike. All get a vote, and if ⅔ vote in favor, it authorizes a nuclear strike on US soil."
AN: And thats all I've wrote. With this chapter, the story is up for adoption for any to take and make their own. Also DO NOT look up Goatse, for your own sake and the sake of your eyeballs.