At least you don't have to wait long. And I doubt you will guess how it will end just yet, though you may get some things right.
- Radio communications
... [...] - Foreign language [Translation]
~ ... ~ - Thoughts
**10**
Very carefully, the connection was put in place. A.C. didn't sigh though, picking the micro-tool from where her hair held it and tightened a screw.
Verbindung gesichert. Darstellende Systeme prüfen. [Connection secured. Performing systems check.] Laevatein reported, quickly checking the new system. Check abgeschlossen. Alle Systeme grün. [Check complete. All systems green.]
"Right." A.C. picked up a cartridge and loaded it into the modified clip.
Nachladen. Laevatein near purred in pleasure.
"Close up Laevatein." A.C. smiled a thin smile. "I'll clean up here."
Less than 30 seconds later, A.C. was re-pressurising her armour having dumped the tools from her hair and re-coiling it at the back of her head.
Eingehende. [Incoming.]
"Then let's give them a warm welcome."
***
Purple-17 crouched at the corner using its landmate's boom camera to look around it.
Purple-6 and 7 dove out and aimed their weapons down the hallway, fingers on the triggers for the under-barrel grenade launchers. Purple-17 slid out behind them to aim over them and search further down the passage.
The three of them flinched when their networked motion sensors screamed at the very fast projectile headed in their way, but the landmate's systems didn't. The computer took control of the arms, raised the weapon held therein, and fired. As calculated by the point defence program, the projectile exploded 20 metres away.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells all the way!" The Xmas grenade sang out at high volume, a massive amount of glitter-snow filling the corridor. Incidentally blocking the motion sensors and vision at that point.
Purple-7 shouted, launching his grenade just as A.C. shot out of the cloud at speed trailing vortices.
Explosion! Laevatein called, triggering one of the new, larger, cartridges. Instantly, he transformed to his Snake Form and ignited down the length of his blade. With a thought and a flick, his burning chain-blade whirled and drilled down the corridor. Bullets deflected, grenades exploded, and armour parted. With another thought and flick he was back as a sword, and the landmate exploded.
The wry smile slipped along the neuro-com link between Meister and Device.
Ja.
**11**
Green-17 ignored the screams coming over the tac-net and concentrated on the battle-map, watching the progress of the target.
Not now...
Not now...
Not-NOW!
His helmet's audio managers muffled the crack of the round leaving the muzzle, but he still felt the immense recoil throwing the Motoslave back with a grinding skid.
~ Suck on THAT, Bitch! ~ He thought, as the rail-bolt flew downrange at Mach 7.
***
Even at maximum combat processing, A.C.'s reactions were ever so slightly too slow to dodge the incoming projectile Laevatein detected. But her tactical processor wasn't, and jerked her to the side just a tad. Combined with the auto-guard shield Laevatein half got up, and the field projected by her armour the 20mm projectile glanced off to the side just enough to miss.
The kinetic force however had to go somewhere, and combined with her speed this sent A.C. flying into the tunnel wall with enough force to imbed herself into the bottom of the metre deep crater she formed.
The A.I. in A.C.'s tactical processor deemed this unacceptable, as did Laevatein. The Armed Device triggered a small cartridge and ignited.
Sonic Bewegen. [Sonic Move.]
The Motoslave fired a full burst from the railgun at the cyborg, each of the ten shots carving through the air like thunderbolts.
But the Scarlet Angel was now running under the Sonic Move spell, which magnified her speed by six times and with her Belkan Armour enhancements allowed her to ignore that pesky thing called inertia. She'd gone from nought to Mach 3.8 pretty much instantaneously, and was ploughing her way down the corridor towards her attacker trailing a flaming supersonic shockwave and shattered walls. Laevatein sliced the rail-bolts to ribbons as she passed them, then blurred as she passed the Motoslave.
The Motoslave shattered into several pieces when the shockwave hit, then exploded.
And then the entire corridor imploded, collapsing the section.
***
It was a very rare day indeed to see Haruhi Suzumiya gaping in wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise at ANYTHING.
Having all the SOS-dan doing that, especially Yuki Nagato, probably qualified as a sign of the Apocalypse.
They never did find out who took the photo of the event.
***
Roberta idly brushed off her hands on the apron protecting her maids dress and she finished preparing the cheesecake base according to Madam Kasumi's instructions. Being an android based on a fictional character had surely helped her domestic skills.
Rosarita 'Roberta' Cisneros on the other hand, was tapped into the Forge's network and watching the video stream from The Gauntlet with delight. Mistress Attim was ripping her way through her enemies with true fervour. Oh how she wished Master Garcia existed here, for her beautiful Mistress would make the perfect guardian and mentor for him.
Roberta blushed as she envisioned her Mistress, dressed to the nines, presenting Master Garcia to society. Then she shook the image away and continued making the cheesecake. The Mistress would surely want it after her activities today. And she had to thank Master Adonis for the washing detergent, as it made cleaning up so much simpler.
- Radio communications
... [...] - Foreign language [Translation]
~ ... ~ - Thoughts
**10**
Very carefully, the connection was put in place. A.C. didn't sigh though, picking the micro-tool from where her hair held it and tightened a screw.
Verbindung gesichert. Darstellende Systeme prüfen. [Connection secured. Performing systems check.] Laevatein reported, quickly checking the new system. Check abgeschlossen. Alle Systeme grün. [Check complete. All systems green.]
"Right." A.C. picked up a cartridge and loaded it into the modified clip.
Nachladen. Laevatein near purred in pleasure.
"Close up Laevatein." A.C. smiled a thin smile. "I'll clean up here."
Less than 30 seconds later, A.C. was re-pressurising her armour having dumped the tools from her hair and re-coiling it at the back of her head.
Eingehende. [Incoming.]
"Then let's give them a warm welcome."
***
Purple-17 crouched at the corner using its landmate's boom camera to look around it.
Purple-6 and 7 dove out and aimed their weapons down the hallway, fingers on the triggers for the under-barrel grenade launchers. Purple-17 slid out behind them to aim over them and search further down the passage.
The three of them flinched when their networked motion sensors screamed at the very fast projectile headed in their way, but the landmate's systems didn't. The computer took control of the arms, raised the weapon held therein, and fired. As calculated by the point defence program, the projectile exploded 20 metres away.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells all the way!" The Xmas grenade sang out at high volume, a massive amount of glitter-snow filling the corridor. Incidentally blocking the motion sensors and vision at that point.
Purple-7 shouted, launching his grenade just as A.C. shot out of the cloud at speed trailing vortices.
Explosion! Laevatein called, triggering one of the new, larger, cartridges. Instantly, he transformed to his Snake Form and ignited down the length of his blade. With a thought and a flick, his burning chain-blade whirled and drilled down the corridor. Bullets deflected, grenades exploded, and armour parted. With another thought and flick he was back as a sword, and the landmate exploded.
The wry smile slipped along the neuro-com link between Meister and Device.
Ja.
**11**
Green-17 ignored the screams coming over the tac-net and concentrated on the battle-map, watching the progress of the target.
Not now...
Not now...
Not-NOW!
His helmet's audio managers muffled the crack of the round leaving the muzzle, but he still felt the immense recoil throwing the Motoslave back with a grinding skid.
~ Suck on THAT, Bitch! ~ He thought, as the rail-bolt flew downrange at Mach 7.
***
Even at maximum combat processing, A.C.'s reactions were ever so slightly too slow to dodge the incoming projectile Laevatein detected. But her tactical processor wasn't, and jerked her to the side just a tad. Combined with the auto-guard shield Laevatein half got up, and the field projected by her armour the 20mm projectile glanced off to the side just enough to miss.
The kinetic force however had to go somewhere, and combined with her speed this sent A.C. flying into the tunnel wall with enough force to imbed herself into the bottom of the metre deep crater she formed.
The A.I. in A.C.'s tactical processor deemed this unacceptable, as did Laevatein. The Armed Device triggered a small cartridge and ignited.
Sonic Bewegen. [Sonic Move.]
The Motoslave fired a full burst from the railgun at the cyborg, each of the ten shots carving through the air like thunderbolts.
But the Scarlet Angel was now running under the Sonic Move spell, which magnified her speed by six times and with her Belkan Armour enhancements allowed her to ignore that pesky thing called inertia. She'd gone from nought to Mach 3.8 pretty much instantaneously, and was ploughing her way down the corridor towards her attacker trailing a flaming supersonic shockwave and shattered walls. Laevatein sliced the rail-bolts to ribbons as she passed them, then blurred as she passed the Motoslave.
The Motoslave shattered into several pieces when the shockwave hit, then exploded.
And then the entire corridor imploded, collapsing the section.
***
It was a very rare day indeed to see Haruhi Suzumiya gaping in wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise at ANYTHING.
Having all the SOS-dan doing that, especially Yuki Nagato, probably qualified as a sign of the Apocalypse.
They never did find out who took the photo of the event.
***
Roberta idly brushed off her hands on the apron protecting her maids dress and she finished preparing the cheesecake base according to Madam Kasumi's instructions. Being an android based on a fictional character had surely helped her domestic skills.
Rosarita 'Roberta' Cisneros on the other hand, was tapped into the Forge's network and watching the video stream from The Gauntlet with delight. Mistress Attim was ripping her way through her enemies with true fervour. Oh how she wished Master Garcia existed here, for her beautiful Mistress would make the perfect guardian and mentor for him.
Roberta blushed as she envisioned her Mistress, dressed to the nines, presenting Master Garcia to society. Then she shook the image away and continued making the cheesecake. The Mistress would surely want it after her activities today. And she had to thank Master Adonis for the washing detergent, as it made cleaning up so much simpler.