Chapter XI
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Invasion. Final countdown.
Orbital Network Ruins, Earth, January 18, 2095, Doom's Day.
Jenkins: please... please, I have children!!!
Tyrael: and soon you will meet them again, don't worry.
Jenkins: no-!
The giant splits his head in half with a light axe and then pulls it off with a great heave.
Litao: it's a shame Duriel will miss this just because of new orders.
Nimati: should it matter?
Sarita: not at all.
(John Liberty)
John: quick, ah...
Orion: part of the servo-articulators are damaged. Signal from an FR-23 detected.
I fell over the mech and cleared the debris from the visor. I was surprised to see a mariachi tattoo on the right shoulder.
John: Ricotta?
Ricotta: *cough* commander...
John: stabilize him.
Orion: I'll try.
Ricotta: it's useless sir *cough* there's not much you can do for me anymore... *cough* just go away...
Orion: his pulse is falling down.
John: no...
Ricotta: go away...
Chamaco's visor goes out and Ricotta stops moving, he was one of the best in the Mexican group. And now he's gone.
John: keep looking...
Orion: right away.
John: we have to get everyone we can out of here.
Sarita: and who will get you out?
John: what!?
She was a slim and proportionate figure in a red and silver armor, her face, covered by a terrifying mask assured me that he wouldn't get out of this in one piece.
Sarita: today you will see your end, Terran.
John: who assures you of that?
Sarita: me, with my own hands. takes her sword.
John: Harvinjer saber!
The huge sharp blades clashed together in a scene brimming with epicness and drama. but I was starting to weaken.
John: argh-ah, what's wrong!?
Orion: the servo-articulators, they're giving way!
John: dammit!
Sarita: what's wrong Terran, you don't have any strength left?
John: mmm.
Special Tactical Operations Headquarters, Russia, January 18, 2095, Doom's Day.
AI: Down Stairs protocol activated, Hellfire missiles on the way. 6 hours to impact.
Gerald: that all civilians enter the shelters now.
Adjutant: yes sir.
Gerald: I wasn't expecting that air strike.
Adjutant: Luckily the army was here.
Control: Sir, we have a high priority report coming in, an A.R.D.A. building is under heavy attack!
Gerald: Charlie...
Checkpoint: there are several unidentified subjects and shapeshifting beasts, I'm getting hostages inside and they can't escape.
Gerald: mmm.
Checkpoint: unfortunately all brigades in orbit were either disabled or completely destroyed. And our ground teams are currently scattered around the planet fighting to contain the invasions and air strikes. There is no one available.
*Distant explosion*
Gerald: Yes, there is someone.
All the adjutants looked at each other in surprise and she waited for instructions.
Checkpoint: you must be... more... specific, g-general.
Gerald: give me an isolated channel, codename: Zeta... what are you waiting for, that's a goddamn order!
Checkpoint: sorry sir, yes sir!
Secret Hangar, Berlin, January 18, 2095, Doom's Day.
(ZT-01)
01: initiating interface, model ZT-01. Sixth generation Variable-Warrior, codename: Zeta.
I woke up in the hangar, although the panorama was different. Everything was on fire and full of wild creatures. I began to walk slowly down the stairs to descend from the platform while looking at the scene around me.
01: life signs detected, priority detected.Zeta: what's going on here?
I stopped for a moment and observed the situation in the distance, my camouflage allows me not to be seen by biological entities such as reptiles. At that moment, I receive an encrypted transmission.
01: priority communication detected, Russia's S.T.O.HQ.
Zeta: go ahead.
Gerald: is that you?
Zeta: Variable-Warrior model ZT-01, serial number 000 000 001.
Gerald: excellent, umm, I need your help.
01: recognized military authority, General Boston Gerald, Denmark.
Zeta: make it short General, I have a problem on my hands.
Gerald: that's just the problem, I have hostages in that facility, I need you to get them out of there alive and intact.
01: order confirmed, search and rescue.
Zeta: I'll take care of it right away, send an extraction team to my coordinates.
Gerald: we're working on it, but it's a little difficult right now. I'll keep you updated, out.
01: communication terminated, locating subjects. Found, Dr. Nanders, Dr. Baxter, Dr. Esino, Colonel Pentecost.
Zeta: let's move.
Ruins of the Orbital Network, Earth, January 18, 2095, Doom's Day.
(John Liberty)
John: ah!
*Hits a wall*
Sarita: I'm really enjoying it, stand up.
John: ah-ah... mmm.
Orion: we don't have many options left, energy at 33% and dropping.
John: I-I won't... give up... yet... a-all power... to motor functions!
Orion: right now.
I slowly get up until I'm on my knees holding my sword. Then I slowly walk forward limping a little and slam my sword against hers.
John: go!
Sarita: no!!!
She moves back a couple of steps and I manage to push her with my sword.
John: hit her with everything that still works!
Orion: weapon system restored, full fire.
Sarita: what?!
John: goodbye, b***h.
*Explosion.
Sarita: ahhh!!!
She shoots into the corner of the hull and it doesn't get up again. But a problem persisted.John: ahh.
I fell to my knees with the saber stuck in the floor of the ship, for a logical reason.
Orion: Energy at 13%, this is going to be difficult commander.
John: just... help me get out of here.
Orion: I'll do everything I can, but with all those leaks it's going to be a difficult task.
John: at least try.
Orion: sure.
John: I can't die here, especially not now. I must come up with a plan as soon as possible.
Secret Hangar, Berlin, January 18, 2095, Doom's Day.
(ZT-01)
Zeta: I must find them.
Pentecost: here they come, get back!
Krasl: *roar*.
01: voice recognized, Colonel Sumo "Charlie" Pentecost, England.
Zeta: Colonel, this way!
Pentecost: what!?
Zeta: I'll give you supporting fire, advance to my position!
Pentecost: All right! Let's go.
Silas: uh, yeah.
01: Assault phase, online.
Zeta: let the power flow in you... leave everything behind...
Silas: It's the Asterion Missile, take cover!
Zeta: Asterion... Missile!
Krasl: *roars*
Jakali: who's that?
My shoulder launchers open and a rain of massive destruction falls on the scavenging beasts, leaving only their dark blood and shredded bodies.
Zarkel: it's not possible... attack!
Khitan: yes!
Jakali: attack siege beasts!
Krasl: *chirp*.
Krasl: *roar*.
Zeta: if that's what you want.
01: combat phase, online.
Zeta: give all your power...
Silas: keep your heads down.
Zeta: Steel... Cutters!
Sharp glowing blades detach from my forearms and with them I achieve extensive accurate cuts in the body of the titan and the beasts that subdued me.
Khitan: agh-ah!
I hit it repeatedly and continue cutting its veins and armor until one of the multiple strikes reaches its head.
Jakali: No!
Zarkel: No!
His body falls forward and huge piles of blood pour out from the cut on his neck. I place my foot on his head and point to the leader.
Zeta: I am the last bastion of defense of humanity, and I will protect it with my life!
Zarkel: Who the hell is that machine?
Zeta: my name is Zeta, and today, I will be your doom.
01: battle phase, online.
To be continued...
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Final chapter: Everything perishes sometime.
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