Uɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ Cᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ
"Come on, half print.. pick up the pace." Karkosuchus didn't hide his irritation at the prospect of working with
Hanna
the small Qilin mercenary tagging along behind him. He preferred to hunt alone, and pint-sized contract guns usually just got in his way. But the Mahporeem credits were easy, and he wasn't one to complain about a payout.The station's air was a thick, stagnant soup of rusted metal, rotting organic refuse from the processing bays, and old engine grease. The sheer variety of stench made it impossible for his reptilian snout to lock onto a specific target in the dark. That was until a massive wall of firepower erupted down the hallway from
Saram Kote
squadron and from
Drego Ruus
.The invaders thought they were being clever with their fancy stealth gear, but unleashing a small army's worth of ordinance completely gave their position away. Even if his eyes couldn't spot them through the cloaking tech, the lack of noticeable flashes and the violent displacement of air narrowed down his search to one exact location.
They could hide from his sight for a while, but they couldn't hide from his nose once they got careless and loud. Suddenly, a barrage of depleted baradium sabots and shotgun rounds pounded directly against his personal force field the explosive force rocking the narrow corridor, causing its power supply to dim to an uncomfortable 50%.
A split-second later, a glop grenade slammed into the invisible barrier right in front of his face, the specialized foam instantly hardening against the shield. Karkosuchus didn't mind the visual obstruction at all, if anything, the solidified gunk provided a nice, extra layer of hardened armor against whatever else they were trying to throw at him. He let out a rumbling chuckle that vibrated through the bulkheads.
With his heavy weapon clutched firmly within one massive claw, he unleashed the Heavy ACP Repeater down the corridor, flooding the entire hallway with a continuous, blinding stream of automatic plasma fire. Simultaneously, his other claw raised his Kob sonic blaster, squeezing the trigger to send tearing waves of sonic energy directly toward the direction where he had last smelled them. He didn't give a damn about wasting ammunition; the Remnant was footin' the bill, and he had plenty of ammo to spare.
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