A sweeping dredge ripped out from Pertan city. A dreadful layer of rounds pouring up range at that carrier. In the midst an oversized rocket with three detachable rocket pods slapped on the sides.
The carrier in kind understood their plan, focusing the all too obvious attempt. within a matter of seconds colorful explosions peppered around the rocket, intercepting rounds from both sides canceling each other out.
Taeir tsked at their effort. She could feel the rocket deteriorating Against the carriers firepower. Albeit overwhelmed by flying volume, all it had to do was focus.
She placed her hand on the pods wall. Her exposed wires of her arms glowing a deep shade of blue as a hum encased the interior.
"This rocket ain't gonna make it. We gonna need to detach now or never. I'll reinforce our pods. Should last us long enough to brute force that carriers armor. You two ready?"
Michael responded with "golden, look Marcus me and Taeir will disable the ships engine room. We both know that unlike you we weren't entirely built or born for the high of battle."
"Gotcha, you want me to attack the bridge disrupt this nifty regeneration they got?
"Exactly"
"Alright boys, tea time is over."
"Roger" Michael and Marcus said without another word.
Their pods detached, activating thrusters as their carrier rocket exploded not a few seconds after being nearly ripped apart.
Unable to track the much smaller targets the carrier couldn't react to three pods slamming into its underside hull.
piercing into the inner workings.
Marcus in question found himself on a deck just above a maintenance deck. Which he assumed by the hatch that lay near him, it's metal crumpled up from the force of a rocket pod.
A deep grumble came as he stepped out, the pods was being forced out of the wall, soon opening up to open air and the sight of guns singing. It was a beautiful sight, had it not been coming in his direction.
He observed the wall mending itself. in an hour it would be fixed. Like nothing happened. Even that hatch was being repaired.
Sheesh there had to be at least two or three cyber magus on board. There was a limit to how much a Cyber magus with the abilities of repair could cover. Either they are one of those really powerful ones that have lived lifetimes. Or they had a few substituting for that.
Regardless, Marcus grasped a handle of his favorite weapon. It's creation had been way back in world War two and ever since has been undergoing upgrades.
None other than a trench shotty.
Or in his love, a Heavy duty hyper propulsion automatic shotgun. Ha he just calls it his love though. Marcus went through the troubles of having this built and its enhancements are permanent. It really did pack a punch. A .70 cal slugged thirty round drummed shotty.
Alongside the nifty peice of destruction. He brought four drums. Only two were special, an ap drum, for armored foes and Aegis slugs. Which were good for disrupting cyber magus or just about any magus who gave him trouble.
Patting his belt pouch he nodded to himself. Often having the same talk Each time he prepared for battle. It just made him proud like a kid showing something epic.
Alright, back to the mission.
"Taeir, Michael you read?"
Static, he grimaced. Guess there are a few disadvantages, like interference.
He didn't have much time to think of a solution to that, assuming that perhaps the bridge would have some answer.
In that moment he heard rushing footsteps.
Heh, foot soldiers eh?
He planted himself by a corner. Sounded like they were descending, the first just peeling around the corner. A straight cyborg, most of his limbs and torso a mess of metal wires and their poorly kept organs.
He could only growl in disgust as he all but decapitated the first with a fist straight through their face plate. Splattering grey matter across the wall behind them. He pivoted the limp machine boi towards his friends as they lit up the hall in front of them with panicked screams.
Drawing his hand back and out of the first dead cyborg, Marcus side stepped the Corpse and wail of rounds ripping the Corpse apart. He rushed up at them, taking the first by throat, slamming them against the stairwell. Dazing them, before his friend count react and rightly turn him into swiss cheese.
Marcus pulled up the dazed man, throwing him I to his friend before wracking his shotguns lever.
"Sorry boys, nothing personal"
Bang!
A single down down range gouged the two. Killing them outright.
Marcus looked up the stairwell, a short distance to the next deck, of course he caught the eye of more cyborgs. Smirking a hum liberated the corridor.
A blend of blur distorting his features, whilst his body rumbled with a slight glower. A slight orange flow coming from almost hidden tubes inside if his cybernetics.
In the next moment, he was blitzing up the stairs, quite literally bouncing off the walls too fast for the cyborgs to reliably track.
Bang bang!
His love thundered killing the cyborgs at the foot of the stairs. Soon he broke out into a storage room and in turn, a waiting party.
He dived left as bullets and plasma whizzed past. Well this was going to be a duzy.
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The carrier rumbled, a singular figure glancing at a series of monitors. A mess of wires covering her form. She saw them, cyber magus. Soon she would meet one. One with a shotgun ripping through her carriers crew with ease.
They bounced around either killing with the shotgun or directly getting in her crews face and ripping them apart like wet paper.
She cared about her crew and she knew they weren't dead as long she lived, but it still angered her deeply. She is the carrier, the sundered.
With a huff the Sundered hull repaired in an instant, another huff an empowering echo singed out across the carrier.
Not long after the doors to her bridge began to open with brute force. Two hands bending the door aside like a heavy curtain.
She shifted her attention to the magus. His facial expression changing into surprise and even shock at her appearance. She looked mostly human aside from the cybernetics and a head of large metallic wires. A singular blue digital eye making up the upper half of her face from nose to head.
"oh wow, okay. Your clan does some freaky ship stuff yea?"
The Sundered clenched her hand into a fist, a deep silvery mess of nanite swarms forming into disembodied gatling guns.
"Aw.."
Marcus eyes widened.