"Damn it, those are Level 3 tech weapons and what the f*ck, why the f*ck do they look like f*cking t*rmin*tors!?"
Paul yelled, ducking just in time to avoid getting vaporized. A searing beam grazed the console above his head, molten metal dripping onto the floor.
"Return fire!"
I roared, popping up from behind my cover and firing a burst of bullets from my rifle. Darius joined in, his light laser machine gun spewing red beams that only left slightly glowing marks while my rounds sparked uselessly against the droids' armored chassis.
"Sh*t! Our rounds aren't doing anything!"
Darius growled, frustration building as he unloaded a torrent of lasers without making a dent.
"I've got one!"
Julian's voice crackled over comms as his mass accelerator sniper rifle fired with a thunderous crack.
A split second later, one of the droids crumpled, a perfectly placed shot through its eye camera. The room filled with the painful hum of his sniper rifle recharging.
But it wasn't enough.
"Julian's rifle is the only thing punching through,"
Airid said, his voice tense as he swapped mags.
"We're screwed at this rate. They just keep coming!"
I could see the wave of droids pouring in, violet lasers dancing through the smoke as they advanced.
We were pinned down, and I knew we didn't have time for Julian's rifle to recharge between each shot.
"Switch to special rounds!"
I ordered, ripping the mag from my rifle and slamming in one of the few mags of plasteel-tipped rounds we had.
The rest of the chain followed suit, quickly swapping their standard ammunition for the high-penetration rounds.
We didn't have much of it, just one mag each but it would have to be enough, Immediately the rounds proved effective.
The plasteel tipped rounds punched trough the combat droids armor plating causing them to shut down In a shower of sparks.
But there were just too many of them and only one mag of special rounds for each of us with smart rifles, damm me and my bleeding heart!
Wed have to fight our way out or die.
"On my mark! Fire underbarrel grenades!"
I yelled, bracing myself as I aimed downrange at the advancing droids.
"Mark!"
I shouted, and the room erupted with the thud of multiple grenade launchers firing in unison.
Grenades arced through the air, exploding in the midst of the droids. The concussive blasts sent shrapnel flying, and several droids were torn apart, their mechanical limbs scattered across the room.
"Now! Frag them!"
I barked, pulling out a grenade from my harness pouch and after that pulling the pin from my grenade and tossing it into the fray.
The others followed, frags sailing into the droids' ranks, followed by another series of booming explosions. Smoke filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burning metal and circuitry.
"Move! We need to get the f*ck out of here now!"
I barked as soon as the dust settled, our special ammo was rapidly depleting, we were down to ten rounds each, and more psycho killer droids were sure to come.
We sprinted toward the nearest exit, firing behind us as more droids poured in from the other corridors, their violet lasers slicing through the smoke like deadly ribbons.
One beam narrowly missed Darius, searing the air right above his head.
"Sh*t! They're cutting us off!"
Paul shouted, returning fire as we ran.
"Keep moving! We need to get to the other corridor!"
I bellowed, turning to fire a burst at the nearest droid. The plasteel-tipped rounds punched clean through its chest, sending it crashing to the ground in a heap of sparks.
We rounded a corner, the droids hot on our heels. Their mechanical footsteps echoed through the ship as they relentlessly pursued us. A laser sliced past my shoulder, and I could feel the heat of it against my armor yet no pain.
"We're not gonna make it if this keeps up!"
Airid called out, hobbling slightly behind us with his weapon raised.
"There!"
Julian pointed ahead to a set of massive doors, their alien design matching the ones we'd seen earlier. It was our only shot.
"Weeb! Get those doors open!"
I ordered as we dove behind cover near the door, using what little was left to hold off the approaching droids.
Airid scrambled to the door controls, his fingers flying across the panel.
"Weeb hurry the f*ck up!"
Darius shouted, letting loose another burst from his laser machinegun hitting the droid's camera eyes which was the only weakness he could find.
"I'm working on it!"
Airid growled as he punched the panel randomly with no clue of what he was doing.
More droids appeared around the corner, their lasers flashing through the air. One beam grazed Robert's shoulder, burning through his armor.
"F*ck this s*it"
He hissed as he took out one of the self propelled grenades from his grenades pack on his back and sprinted to Paul as if his life depended on It which It did.
"Fishman let's fry these f*ckers!"
He growled as he did Paul let go of his rifle allowing It to hang by his side thanks to his tactical belt and took off his launcher while Robert Inserted the grenade from the back.
The moment the holographic croosshair fell on one of the droids he fired, the self propelled grenade flew out with gusts of flames and exploded after hitting the droid, sending shrapnel, flames and kinetic energy ewrywhere.
"F*ck you two are psychos for using an RPG inside the ship but fire another one!"
I barked seeing the damage It did and thankfully the walls seemed tough enough to hold out.
"On It!"
Paul barked back.
Finally, with a hiss of decompression, the massive doors slid open just enough for us to squeeze through.
"Screw that Inside! Now!"
I yelled, covering the rear as the others rushed through the gap. I emptied the last of my special rounds into the advancing droids, then jumped inside just as the doors began to close.
With a final burst of gunfire, the doors slammed shut, sealing us inside.
The droids' footsteps faded into silence, the only sound left was the ragged breathing of myself and my battlebrothers.
We stood there, catching our breath in the eerie stillness of the alien chamber we now found ourselves in.
"That was way too close,"
Paul muttered, slumping against the wall trying to fight off the Itch to take off his fully enclosed helmet and wipe the sweat from his brows..
"Tell me about it,"
Julian added, checking his ammo.
"I'm almost dry. We're gonna need to find a way out of here fast, or we're screwed."
I scanned the room, the alien architecture as strange and foreboding as everything else we'd seen on this cursed ship, no matter how I looked at It, It seemed to be a lab.
"Scrooge get some gel on that shoulder of yours, the rest of you check youre ammo, reload and take five"
I said while taking off my backpack and opening it and after that walked to Inspect the massive central console, now we had time and thankfully I still had a connection with Invicta.
For the next ten hours, the eerie silence of the alien lab gnawed at us.
The only sound was the faint hum of Invicta's electonic systems working tirelessly to translate the alien language on the console, feeding the cryptic symbols through our helmet cams for processing.
My battlebrothers were checking and rechecking their weapons, even though we all knew our p*ssy rounds couldn't do s*it.
Every now and then, the distant thud of metal-on-metal echoed from behind the sealed doors, reminding us that an army of droids waited just outside, hunting us.