Chapter Thirty-Four - The Edge of the Sword
Why?
Because its cool as shit!
--Three Swipes, 2037
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Things happened fast.
Gomorrah opened up with a surge of flas so hot I felt them through my suit. It was a spitting bar of fire wider than a persons head, and it instantly started to lt everything within a tre of it.
Doc Hack was just as quick. Three arms tore out from his body and grabbed his assistant to place the poor idiot between the doc and the flas. The man scread as he cooked.
Doc Hack drowned the screams out in return fire, the guns held by three of the arms hed deployed spraying bullets across the lab.
There was no grace in the way he fired, just a wild spray of shots that pinged off of empty tubs and cracked into cent pillars.
Gomorrah rolled to the side, the wash of her flas ending as easily as it had begun. She hid behind a pillar while weathering the storm.
My turn, I supposed. I whipped out my Trench Maker and sighted down the barrel even as my finger squeezed the trigger.
Doc Hack looked worse for wear, the front of his smock still alight, but beneath it were layers and layers of prosthetics, all shifting into place. He stumbled back even as thicker, armoured arms rose to intercept my shots. Electrified bullets crashed into steel plates with a snapping buzz and did fuck all.
You are making a mistake! Doc Hack roared, his face twisted into a mockery of anger, plastic teeth bared.
You dont have room to talk about mistakes, I shot back.
The Doc fell onto his rear with a heavy crash.
I paused. Was it over?
The back of his smock tore apart and long multi-jointed legs slamd into the ground. He started to scuttle backwards.
There was only so fast a body that size could move.
I grunted and aid to fire again, then motion caught my attention from the edge of my vision. The guard.
He scread sothing incoherent and loud as he raised a gun to his hip and fired.
I winced back as a trio of shots clattered against my helt. It rang, but the pain wasnt any worse than being hit with a rolled-up newspaper.
Shut up! I shouted at him before putting two in his chest.
Cat! Gomorrah called. Hes moving out!
I whipped my head around to see Doc Hack slamming through the doors at the end of the lab. I swore and bolted after him, Gomorrah a step behind .
We arrived in a long passageway, the Doc already halfway down it. You would bring this city down with your greed and navety! Doc Hack scread.
I took two steps into the room, then raised my Trench Maker up and fired.
Doc Hacks head exploded, plastic and servos flying back.
I was the solution to all of your ills! Doc Hack roared.
God damn it! I shouted as I started to run and fire centre of mass. I wasnt sure if anything actually hit; I could barely aim standing still.
I got him! Gomorrah said. She fell to one knee and raised her flathrower.
I ducked away and activated my railguns.
Doc Hack must have seen it coming. Then Ill take the place and burn it down with !
I hadnt noticed the pipes in the walls and the ceilings. They were everywhere, in every corridor we crossed and every wall we passed. The O2 signs and the thane warnings were like ads in my periphery. Easily ignored.
Doc Hack fired. This ti it wasnt a wild spray, but sothing more calculated.
I saw the holes punched through the rusty old pipes as if they were paper.
There was a hiss, and Gomorrahs flas raced across the room.
The world went white, white and warm, and I felt myself being thrown back into the nearest wall. I didnt hear a damned thing, but the alerts across my vision warned my ears were off.
I stumbled away from the wall and shook my head.
Everything was on fire. The walls were blackened and fire poured out of pipes in long jets.
Doc Hack was gone.
My hearing returned with a pop, and I was introduced to the sound of the world burning and crumbling apart.
Gom! I shouted.
Im fine! Gomorrah said. She picked herself off the ground and surveyed the room. Keep going. Ill take care of this, she growled. Kill him for , would you?
Yeah, I said.
The floor had collapsed, the ceiling too. Large slabs of concrete with crooked, rebar-like grasping fingers poking through.
Where was that fucker?
I leapt over the hole, vaguely aware the collapse had gone deeper than Id initially thought. This was going to be costly.
The corridor bent, and I found Doc Hack running while tearing off broken limbs. The lost mass was lying across the floor, discarded arms and legs trailing behind the doctor, who was running all the faster now.
Wait! I scread as I took off after him. I whipped out my Icarus, Trench Maker slamd into my thigh holster. I need to kill you!
I died for the cause a long ti ago, girl! Theres no killing now! Doc Hack scread right back.
He stopped running, spinning around with a screech of tal-ended limbs on grated flooring.
His chest opened up, and two of his arms tore sothing out from within. A long barrel, covered in rings.
Cat, thats a Tier One Vanguard weapon. A railgun.
My own railguns fired, twin tracers punching holes into and through Doc Hack.
I squeezed the trigger on my launcher.
He fired.
It felt like soone had just landed a jumping kick right in my short ribs.
My forward montum turned into a backwards flip, one that ended with my crashing onto all fours after sorsaulting through the air. I gasped as a warning flashed up on my HUD.
ARMOR INTEGRITY DOWN TO 99%.
Shit, I groaned as I jumped back to my feet. I didnt have ti to process the pain. The doc was too big a problem for that.
I stared. The bastard had left a foot behind, glued to the floor by my launcher. A launcher that was a dozen paces behind .
No ti for that.
I sprinted after him again.
The corridor ended at a pair of double doors, steps beyond them leading down.
I leapt over the steps while taking in the room. Not a normal room. A passageway next to one of those large open tunnels filled with shit. Windows along the edges showed the crap flowing past a floor down.
There were idiots in the roomtrench coats, tal limbs, guns. Doc Hack was at the far end, tossing his railgun to one of the grunts. Your sword has been blunted already, samurai! he shouted. Lets not end this in your demise.
I whipped out my Claw and fired as soon as the reticle was over the bastard.
He scread, for the first ti in actual pain, as a spinning blender appeared in his innards.
The fire from the grunts distracted right after. There were six of them, at a quick count, pneumatic rifles in hand.
I didnt have ti for them.
Twisting around, I fired at first one, then another, emptying my Claw into them while my railguns took care of the rest.
Doc Hack didnt stick around.
I ran to the edge of the room and saw him below. He was boarding a boat, the engine already on, the Sewer Dragon at the wheel throttling up.
He would pass right in front of on his way to so other shithole.
The other boats were sinking.
No, I growled.
I swung forward, fist eting safety glass with all of the strength and weight of my armour behind it. The glass didnt shatter, but the plates holding it in place did, rusted strips tearing off with a squelch of old rubber as the entire thing fell away and ruined the rooms seal.
Myalis, I need a fucking sword.
Understood.
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A sword appeared by my side. I didnt have ti to consider how very stupid it was to ask for that, specifically. I was too busy placing a foot on the edge of the ledge created by the missing window.
The sword requires an activation phrase to turn on. Do you wish to set one now?
I jumped.
Doc Hack turned, and I could see his face, his actual face, buried behind prosthetics. Just a pair of eyes, tal grafted to his exposed bones, his mouth nothing more than a tube. His eyes focused on .
I crashed into the boat a tre in front of him, knees bending with the impact even as a tide of shit splashed up around the boat.
I grabbed the sword in one hand, the other grabbing the sheath. Fuck, I began.
I tore the sword out of its sheath. It was a tal rod, with a few rings along its length. I was confused, but I trusted Myalis.
You! I finished.
Activation na set. Activating!
The sword hissed, like a cat t in a dark alley. The blade snapped into place, a dark bar sucking in the air around it. I swore I could see stars within.
I twisted with the swing. The air scread blade as it moved, a banner trailing after the edge.
It touched Doc Hacks side, and he tried to grab at .
It didnt help him.
The sword sliced through him in a single swipe, and everywhere it passed, the at inside Doc Hacks chanical body was dragged into it. tal rent and vacuud into the black edge.
Then it was over and I stood there, deck wobbling under , as Doc Hacks remains fell apart. I saw a piece of his face splash into the shit.
A fitting end for him.
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