Forsaken

[Misha_Gottlich]

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[TARGET] Scanning... ... ...
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[ACQUIRED]: Status:Human - FAC:Liberty Navy - Attitude:Hostile - Threat:LOW
[ACQUIRED]: Status:Human - FAC:Liberty Navy - Attitude:Hostile - Threat:LOW
[ACQUIRED]: Status:Human - FAC:Liberty Navy - Attitude:Hostile - Threat:LOW
[ACQUIRED]: Status:INFECTED - FAC:Liberty Navy - Attitude:Hostile - Threat:MED
Scanning... ... ...
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[SCANNING]:No additional targets located
[STATUS]: ENGAGE

Taden turned towards the nearest target, a small framed man with glasses, visibly shaken and terrified by the situation unfolding. Taden's AI CPU took in his surroundings and the console the frail looking man had been operating and assessed that this was the ships communications officer. How absolutely horrifying this must be from this young mans perspective. One second you are manning comms while your ship barrels down on its target with full authority... the next, there is a huge explosion right outside the bridge, followed immediately by a snub bomber smashing straight through the hull into your lap! Then the hatch opens and a giant of a man, covered in cybernetic armor, with a visage of death where his head should be launches out and begins to lay waste to the surviving crew! It was no wonder that all the poor man could do was stand there staring, wetting himself.

This cowering worm wasn't worth Harrs's time. He raised his right hand and flexed it to a tight fist. His forearm pulsed with a dull purple glow and a fist sized ring of plasma shot silently over the shoulder of the comms officer and vaporized a hole the size of a mans head in the chest of the ships helmsman. He fell slumped onto the controls and the ship responded violently, shifting hard on two axis. The gravitational compensators pushed past their limit and inertia hit the crew like an airlock decompression. The survivors, except for the ships captain, were all thrown to the deck as the ship jolted.

The magnetic compensation in Taden's legs kept him planted firmly on his feet. He turned to face the ships captain and train the Super-Excited-Particle-Emitter on him, but the Infected human was a little too fast for that. The man looked bulky, too large to be able to move that swiftly, but Taden knew that the Nomad infecting him also granted him heightened strength and agility. They also thought and fought unlike any man, and Taden was not about to give this one the chance to do anything funny. He held his mechanical left hand away from his body as a small compartment opened in the forearm revealing an intricate highly polished cylindrical device. A mechanical function presses the cylinder out and forward towards his hand, which begins to fold around the device, setting a fingertip into each of the four facets on the one end of the cylinder while the thumb centralizes and is pressed into the receptacle in the center of it. This all happens in the flash of a heartbeat, and with a sharp CRACK The cylinder extends to the length of a meter and glows bright red! The plasma contained within its magnetic field is as hot as a star and causes strange localized gravitational anomalies when accelerated rapidly.

The Infected captain had dodged nimbly to Taden's left and was reaching for his sidearm when Harrs snapped the Plaz-Blade out. The crackling hum gave the alien a start, and he paused for a split second. In that instant, the servos in Taden's legs fired full-on, the inertial dampeners in his bio-suit were hard pressed to compensate, as he shot forward, closing the distance to the Infected human husk in less than a heartbeat. The Plaz-Blade plunged effortlessly into the logistics console in the bulkhead a few fingers distance from the captains head sending sparks and droplets of molten metal spraying out in all directions. At the same time Taden's other hand smashed into the alien's throat, squeezing until he heard it start to crunch. Taden pulled the Plaz-Blade halfway out of the bulkhead and shoved the Infected Human/Nomad towards the super-heated blade. The mans head collided with the beam at eye level, simultaneously vaporizing everything that came in contact with it and decapitating him from the eyes up.

Taden dropped the limp corpse of the captain, pulling the Plaz-Blade from the melting bulkhead. The mechanism shifted again as it collapsed back to its original shape and snapped back into its receptacle in his forearm, His left hand once again taking its normal shape. As the devastating melee weapon retracted, Taden's gaze turned on the remaining bridge crew. The comms officer was now unconscious, crumpled under a collapsing section of the bridge, while a sharp looking female logistics officer frantically pawed at the activation panel for the door.

The activation signal chimed and just before the doors slid open, the woman was bisected by a swift blast from Taden's S.E.P.E.-Cuff. The doors slid open and Harrs was sprayed with small arms fire. His CPU identified six Liberty Marines in firing stances with a security officer behind them firing his sidearm. Once again, the Plaz-Blade snapped into activation and Taden began to fan the blade in front of himself as he advanced toward the assault. The small arms fire was propelled away from the whirling blade in apparently unpredictable trajectories, but Taden's AI CPU was slowly mapping out a physics flowchart and acquiring data for ballistics predictions. Perhaps in future engagements he could use this data in an offensive capacity. Harrs quickly moved within striking range of the stunned marines and before they could even react he had them cut down to screaming, flopping, soldier pieces. The officer at the rear turned to flee, but was caught in the back of the head by a plasma ring.

Taden's view scanned clean green. With no hostiles present, he turned his attention to the view on the bridges main-screen. The Overlord that this destroyer had been escorting was quickly growing to fill the view-screen.

"Oh... SHIT!!!"

Harrs raced to the ship controls and threw the thrusters into full reverse, but it was far too late to make much difference. Taden braced for impact. This was gonna get rough!

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... As The Chaos Unfolds...

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