LORD EXECUTOR
Processors fired as fast as their cores would allow, code pouring across the HUD painting her vision with strobing glimpses at the interworkings of devices she still failed to understand. She didn't need to know how or why her body could do the things it could do, she only needed to know when to use the tools she came equipped with. He could push all he wanted, but it would get done when it got done. It wouldn't take as long as she had originally told him at least, though the second the droid socketed into her shoulder fed her vital scanners the revelation that enemies were well on the way, the cyborg glared down at her hand, as though her rueful gaze possessed the ability to overclock her processors on the fly.
'Uptop,' her instincts told her, intuition bolstered by years of clawing and fighting tooth and nail in the trenches, 'the forward push is a diversion.'
Strasza disconnected from the comm-uplink, hand snapping back into place with a definitive hiss. "Their comms are ours." She reported, lowering herself as the bolts rained from above and her partner rolled behind her much sturdier body. She glanced back at him briefly, catching sight of the familiar pellets he often threw and before she could remind him, he remembered and dismissed them.
"Gladly." came her eager response, and at once, her systems engaged fully, mechanized body shifting its calibrations and distributions of power from infiltration to combat protocol. Power cells wound down into the socket joints of her shoulders, elbows, and knees, sending a boosting shock of static through her system. A hand snapped to the small of her back, drawing the sidearm from its rest. Without needed seconds to aim and think, her reflexes lifted the barrel upward, giving her itchy trigger finger free rein to decimate the forces pinning them down.
Five above, six coming down the hall from the stairwell.
She would have to be quick.
Shots rang out rapidly, her arm making the most minor of adjustments as it moved down the line, blowing holes clean through the vital points exposed by the failure to position properly. These were not proper soldiers, no, these were once-slaves trained to accomplish only a single task; cannon fodder to die for the protection of greater Brotherhood assets. And Revenant felt nothing as their bodies showered the two Spectres in their blood. She did not justify it to herself as so many other Imperials did.
She did not coax herself amid remorse with the assurance these people were no longer under The Maw's control.
She felt no remorse in the first place.
Any who stood against the Empire would be destroyed; there was no reason beyond that.
Two soldiers relieved of their chest cavities buckled across the room from the two, having no time to reorient after their landing upon the Spectres to even fire before Revenant had snuffed their lives out- wiping the threat they posed out of existence. The other three had been much faster. Blaster bolts smashed into her chestguard, fizzling out against the armor, doing nothing. Another crashed into her helmet, splintering the visor to expose the half-human face beneath in partial. Another into the arm she snapped out, intercepting the shot before it could strike Avenger as he busied himself with finding their escape route.
What he did not understand is that Revenant did not want to escape; now, she was in her element.
Proximity sensors sent an electrical shock up her spine, forcing her free arm out toward the door, where the wrist broke out of the way and the push cannon discharged without a thought, blasting a kinetic wave toward the stacking soldiers preparing to join the fray. Non-lethal, it would only disorient and scatter their formation. Her focus remained on the three directly in front of her and with each passing second, more plasmic punishment was dealt into her armor. Her sonic pistol wailed its next burst.
The first round blew a hole the size of a grapefruit square through the forehead of the assailant on the far left- splattering whatever panicked thought crossed his brain last all over the back wall.
"OH CHIT!" The second cried, overcome by panic that saw him squeeze the trigger of his blaster until it could go no further.
Strasza's second shot pierced through his chest, liquefying the frantic heart in its roost- erupting a spray of ichor and slimy matter forward. The third soldier died without a sound, head all but removed from their shoulders by the concussive song of her firearm. Holstering it, she leaped over the console and lunged for the door, slamming headfirst into the squad in disarray. A blow to her back saw her twist, swinging a steel elbow straight into the jaw of the bold soldier who reacted first. She grasped his face with her free hand and threw her unnatural strength behind the slam of skull into the concrete wall. She released her grip and crossed her arms in front of her busted helmet, shielding from the close-range blaster bolts that did far more now that her armor had been softened by the martyrs slaughtered before.
Chassis integrity warnings flashed across her blood-red sight, but she disregarded them, caring little about the armor plating's ratings in the heat of the moment. This would be over long before the rudimentary weapons set against her could penetrate to the much more fragile mechanics beneath the plates. Blackened metals glistened with the sear of plasmic discharge with Revenant's surge forward, the momentum from the motion following the thrust of her fist straight into the mouth of another. When they buckled she turned on the next, engaging the blade tucked within her right arm. The warmachine slashed, flaying flesh from shoulder to hip, paying no mind to the soft 'squish' of organic tissue that squelched under the boot she planted forward to close the distance to the remaining three soldiers.
The only regret she had about any of it was that her squad couldn't be here beside her.
ALLIES | NIO | SJC | Avenger
HOSTILES | BotM | IF IT'S RED, IT'S DEAD | OPEN FOR OPPOSITION
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