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Ghods Charles al'Demichase XIV · 01-22-2021, 08:46 PM,

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L O C A T I O N : NEW YORK SYSTEM, PLANET MANHATTAN, EQUATOR

The duo stepped out of the cargo bay doors as the pilot pulled the ship upwards. Ghods had got the perfect angle to hit the 84th floor. He took a deep breath to set himself into a mental rhythm, and tucked into a ball to increase his rotation a bit. Crystal was behind him, far enough for her to react to his actions. His trajectory was through a large glass window. He exhaled, and un-tucked, back towards the window. "Showtime."
"I don't need commentary."

Ghods hit the window, nearly half a ton of armor and heavily modified man shattering it instantly. He narrowly missed a guard, and hit the floor with his back, flipping him over to his feet, which he dug into the floor to slow his momentum. Crystal, only seconds behind him, shot the stunned guard, and cartwheeled to a stop, whipping around to check her surroundings. Ghods slid to the end of the hallway on his momentum, tearing a decent trench in the floor tiles as he went. He raised his rifle as he reached the corner, and fired a single round through the chests of two other guards. His rifle was a magnetic acceleration railgun, of a size that's normally mounted on a vehicle. To him, it was about the same as a regular rifle. To everyone else, he was carrying a very accurate cannon. A few seconds of silence as his heads-up display adjusted to being indoors, broken only by the tinkling of the falling glass from the broken window. Nothing on heartbeat sensors. The map showed his waypoint marker behind him, so he whipped around and kicked the metal door in. "In here."
"Right."
They ran into the room. It was an art gallery featuring modern style paintings and photography of damaged Rheinland instillations. They quickly made their way to the center of the room, and crouched behind a table. "This doesn't look like purple balls and space stuff."
"We need to go down a level."
"Oh, ok." Crystal raised her heel and stomped the floor as hard as she could. The floor immediately caved in, and Ghods was reminded that she was at least five times as strong as he was. As they were falling, he spotted what he was looking for. Exactly as he had been told, a purple sphere with markings of the blessed ones. It was in a glass display case simply labeled "dormant alien artifact". As they hit the floor, life got a bit harder. A piece of floor tile shattered the glass display case, and a metal shield shot up and covered the artifact. Right after that, an alarm sounded, and reinforcing bars bolted across the doors at the end of the room. The only exit left was the large glass window behind them. "Netsakh, call evac. We're coming out hot."
"Sure thing. You want fries with that?"
"No, I just want out fast enough to not give them a face to put on emergency broadcasts." As he pondered how Netsakh had learned sarcasm, his heartbeat sensor lit up. "Crystal, eight of them outside that door."
She got to work immediately, flipping the tables on their sides, then sliding behind the metal-encased artifact. Ghods crouched behind one of the tables. He heard a voice on the other side of the door yell "Break this door already!" Ghods took another deep breath. Things had gotten complicated, exactly the way he didn't want them too. A blast shook the room, and the door flew back and clattered against the tables, Crystal peered over her cover and blasted away for a bit. She crouched down to reload, and Ghods peeked his rifle over his table. Only one guard was standing. Ghods fired, and the round hit him square in the chest, but ricocheted off. The guard was wearing some kind of powered armor, and was carrying a large minigun. "Nice gun. Mine's bigger." At those words, he revved up and began firing.

Bullets raked across, shredding the tables, bouncing off the armored artifact, and shattering the window behind them. Ghods dived behind another display case that had covered itself in metal. Crystal took the guards focus on Ghods as an opportunity to return fire, but to no avail. The bullets bounced off his armor. This did, however, cause him to shift his attention to Crystals cover, the bullet spray now aimed at her hiding spot. Now that he needed to improvise, Ghods checked his surroundings for anything useful. The door that had been blown in caught his attention. It was curved from the detonation, so Ghods slung his rifle onto his back, sprinted over to it, and stomped on the edge. It flipped up in the air, catching the guards eye. As the bullet spray made its way back towards Ghods, he kicked the door at the guard. The bullets bounced off the door as it flew, and it staggered him when it hit. "Ah! Son of a bi-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because Ghods ran after the door and was there to deliver a kick to his jaw. Instead of trying to come up with another one-liner, the guard began throwing punches. Ghods deflected a few jabs, and returned his own. Even his most solid punches put nothing but small dents in the armor. The guard was starting to wizen up, though. He threw a wide backhand with his left arm, and brought the machinegun spraying bullets around with his right arm. Ghods slid under the rotating barrels, dodging by a few centimeters. Ghods used his arms to throw himself in the air, and used the momentum of falling back down to deliver a flying kick. The guards vizor shattered with the force, and he took a few steps back to regain his position. Ghods took a boxing stance."Had enough yet?".
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I'm gonna kick you repeatedly in the balls!" At this, the guard sprinted at him, throwing a wide left hook. Ghods responded with a quick jab at his left shoulder, trying to stop the momentum and do damage at the same time. Nothing really came from that, and the force of the punch knocked him down the hallway. As the guard began running at him, he decided a change of style was needed. Ghods stood, and when the guard got near, he spun and delivered a leg sweep. As he was now facing away from the guard, briefly suspended in air, Ghods transitioned his proximity to the ground into a backflip, which he used to deliver a flying knee to the guard. The impact shook the floor, and the guard screamed in rage. Ghods took a step back as the guard clambered to his feet, readying for whatever attack came next. The guard pointed his fists at him, and small tubes popped from the his wrists. "Those are flamethrowers." Netsak's heads-up was vital, as flame immediately spewed towards Ghods.
"Ha ha ha, napalm sticks to thieves!" The one-liners weren't getting any better. Ghods jumped towards the wall, and spring off it towards the ceiling, punching his hands and feet into it to hold himself there. Unfortunately for the guard, he'd made it known that his flaming substance was a liquid, and as he tried to shoot fire at Ghods on the ceiling, it fell back on top of him. Ghods seized the moment, dropping down on top of the guard. The guard was ready for him this time, though, and kicked him back in the direction of the room with the artifacts. The guard tried to rev up his minigun to shoot at him, but Ghods whipped his rifle off his back and shot the gun, puncturing the motor and knocking two of the barrels out. He didn't stop there, though. Ghods fired two more rounds into the guard, but he blocked his face with his arms and the bullets bounced off his armor. Both sides were starting to get a little desperate, which showed itself as the guard ripped up a portion of the tile floor and threw it at Ghods. It hit Ghods and broke apart, but the guard followed, throwing yet another wide left hook. Ghods responded fast as lightning, ducking the punch and kicking the guard in the throat at the same time. The guard stepped forward, throwing more punches, but Ghods was ready, stopping hooks, catching jabs, and slowly stepping back towards the door of the room. As Ghods ducked a right hook, Crystal jumped over him and delivered a bicycle kick to the guard's head, knocking him out, and down a floor. Ghods stood up and stepped to the back of the room. There were a lot more pings on his heartbeat sensor.

"Ride's here."
"Not a minute too late. Crystal! Get that thing out of the window. We'll crack it open once we're in a better position." Crystal casually dragged the metal-cased artifact over to the window. The pings were ascending up an elevator. "Now." Crystal kicked the metal box out of the window, and she and Ghods jumped after it. As they plummeted, their ship swooped in, and lined up with the falling duo. It then decelerated slightly, scooping up the box and the pair before closing the cargo bay doors and pulling out of its nosedive. "Lotta noise you caused."
"It's hard to invade a human's ego and not cause a screaming fit."
"Bold words. You know you're racking up a lotta favors with delaying the defense grid, right?"
"A small price to pay for salvation."
"Right enough. EVA helmet on, lil' one. " Crystal heeded the command, and soon the weightlessness of space returned. They returned to huddling in the corner, this time with the metal box to keep them company. Netsakh and Ghods focused together to shield themselves from scans, and the local radio gradually faded into the distance. The emergency broadcast radio lit up a few moments later with a description of their ship, but by this point they were already into the Jersey debris field.
"Where to now?"
"Colorado, then Kepler. We'll get you a ship to get out of house space from there."
"Wow. You must really like long rides in cramped spaces with me."
"For the love of all that is holy, please remember that you're thirteen."
"But you said that my physical enhancements would change my effective age."
"Ok, fine. For the love of all that is holy, please remember that you're about seventeen."
"No. I have nothing to do on this ride but mess with you."
"You have to admit, she has a point."
"No, stop. Not you too."
"She's literally a god. You can't argue with that." Ghods hung his head in defeat. It was going to be a long ride back.

Netsakh was enjoying all of this. Their bearer's adrenalin was a sweet flavor, his relishing in every life taken another. His hatred of humanity itself was something that would never get old, and mildly annoying him was the perfect circle of fun. His actions and reactions were things that Netsakh could live with forever, despite his tendency to bluntly refuse common sense. This darkling he'd collected and perfected was even more seasoning. They, too, knew the fun of poking fun at him, running him in his own circles. What a time to be alive. "Just so you know, the harder you resist, the harder we have to try."
"Or you could just... you know... not."
"But where's the fun in that?"
"Why is tormenting me fun?"
"Because watching your pointless efforts to fend us off is the funniest thing to exist."
"Someone's in the hot seat."
"And he's going to be there a while."
"Can't believe I gotta listen to this in stereo now."
The agent and his light laughed at this. Netsakh wondered if there was other things like humor to be learned from darklings minds.

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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