"You know how to use that?"
"Orion, please wake me up when we arrive."
Kazik had settled into a passive state of observation when there was a crash against the ship, sending it careening off course. Instinct took over, and he formed a tripod of sorts against the seat and the wall using his arms, and drew his sidearm with the one not in use. The pilot commanded that everybody abandoned ship, something which Kazik was none too eager on. Regardless, he acknowledged it to be the safest course of action, and prepared for an exit. This squad leader violently bucked upwards and crashed into the ceiling, only to be thrown out the blown-open side of the ship. Firmly grasping a pipe connected to the wall, Kazik remained in control before the ship stabilized a bit. Another round passed by the hull, looking remarkably similar to…
Oh no.
Kazik leapt from the ship in a twenty meter base jump, and landed with a roll followed by a stumble. In the distance, arcs of Fallen weaponry could be seen discharging towards who he could only assume to be Andromedai. Recalling that Guardians could be torn back from death in most situations, Kazik noted that he would not be so lucky. Making a quick glance around, he concluded that he was safe.
With a short blur of purple, a small servitor warped out of Kazik's armor.
"Scan for walkers in the area," he commanded in Fallen tongue, and the little orb began releasing a faint, radar-esque pulse. As he began to settle into an uncomfortable wait, Kazik heard a familiar sound behind him. Turning to face the threat, Kazik saw a Fallen captain uncloaking behind him.
"You fell from their ship."
"They had me imprisoned. I only grabbed my weapons in my escape."
"I do not recognize your banner."
"Ancient House, long forgotten. Worn for nostalgia. I am a mercenary now." Kazik was nervous that his lies would be seen through, but kept his voice bold and powerful, glad to have his face hidden behind such an aggressive mask.
"You will come with me for… debriefing." Kazik knew what that meant. He had said that to many before, always before their death, torture, or kidnapping. Usually the first. Reaching for his hip, his hand floated through the air where his sidearm had been. Looking to the ground, he realized that it fell out of his hand during his fall. The opponent did not respond to this well, and with impossible speed, drew a shrapnel launcher. With a single pull of the trigger, Kazik was sent flying back, his Void Shield trembling from the impact. He would not survive another. As he lay on the ground, dazed, Kazik saw the stealth captain approach him slowly, methodically, sadistically. He pointed the shotgun at his chest. He made a sound not unlike a chuckle.
"You are a bad liar, traitor. House Sin should have stayed de-," he was cut off as a small bolt of purple appeared as though from nowhere, knocking out the leftmost two optic sensors on the captain's helmet. Looking over, he saw that a tennis-ball sized Servitor floated boldly, almost defiantly, awaiting destruction. In a moment of tactical stupidity and rage, the captain moved his weapon from Kazik to the Servitor—a foolish decision.
Kazik sprung from the ground, having drawn his shock rifle during the captain's distraction. He emptied a magazine into the creature, only for most of the rounds to leave pathetic burn marks against the armor. The captain retorted, but not before Kazik drew a shock blade, using the extended reach to knock the shrapnel launcher from the Fallen's hands. With a lunge, Kazik impaled the foul creature, the razor-sharp edge and arcs of scorching electricity piercing the armor effortlessly. For a moment, the captain was stunned, a moment which Kazik took to calmly reload his weapon. Withdrawing his blade and kicking the captain to the ground, Kazik stood in a position much similar to the one he had been in before. Plunging the barrel of his shock rifle into the hole made by his shock blade, Kazik burrowed upwards as the captain howled in pain. Without mercy, Kazik held down the trigger. At first, there was just a muffled splattering. As the magazine drilled on, however, the sounds became less muffled, until shock rounds poured out of the captain's exploding head.
As the weapon clicked empty, Kazik withdrew his rifle and reloaded it again. He was breathing heavily.
Let's not do that again.
In the distance, Kazik saw storm clouds approaching. It was now that he received a transmission, commanding him to aid Andromedai. Grabbing his pistol from the ground, he headed towards where the fight that he saw had been in a fast gait, the Servitor trailing just behind him, still sending out pulses intermittently as it searched for the machine which Kazik had no doubt felled their ship.
Disgregarding the dead Fallen and pool of blood Kazik stepped up to his commander, identifying himself with the symbol on his cloak.
"Where are others? We should leave now. Virisk scanning for enemy artillery. I would not want to be here if he finds any."
"Orion, please wake me up when we arrive."
Kazik had settled into a passive state of observation when there was a crash against the ship, sending it careening off course. Instinct took over, and he formed a tripod of sorts against the seat and the wall using his arms, and drew his sidearm with the one not in use. The pilot commanded that everybody abandoned ship, something which Kazik was none too eager on. Regardless, he acknowledged it to be the safest course of action, and prepared for an exit. This squad leader violently bucked upwards and crashed into the ceiling, only to be thrown out the blown-open side of the ship. Firmly grasping a pipe connected to the wall, Kazik remained in control before the ship stabilized a bit. Another round passed by the hull, looking remarkably similar to…
Oh no.
Kazik leapt from the ship in a twenty meter base jump, and landed with a roll followed by a stumble. In the distance, arcs of Fallen weaponry could be seen discharging towards who he could only assume to be Andromedai. Recalling that Guardians could be torn back from death in most situations, Kazik noted that he would not be so lucky. Making a quick glance around, he concluded that he was safe.
With a short blur of purple, a small servitor warped out of Kazik's armor.
"Scan for walkers in the area," he commanded in Fallen tongue, and the little orb began releasing a faint, radar-esque pulse. As he began to settle into an uncomfortable wait, Kazik heard a familiar sound behind him. Turning to face the threat, Kazik saw a Fallen captain uncloaking behind him.
"You fell from their ship."
"They had me imprisoned. I only grabbed my weapons in my escape."
"I do not recognize your banner."
"Ancient House, long forgotten. Worn for nostalgia. I am a mercenary now." Kazik was nervous that his lies would be seen through, but kept his voice bold and powerful, glad to have his face hidden behind such an aggressive mask.
"You will come with me for… debriefing." Kazik knew what that meant. He had said that to many before, always before their death, torture, or kidnapping. Usually the first. Reaching for his hip, his hand floated through the air where his sidearm had been. Looking to the ground, he realized that it fell out of his hand during his fall. The opponent did not respond to this well, and with impossible speed, drew a shrapnel launcher. With a single pull of the trigger, Kazik was sent flying back, his Void Shield trembling from the impact. He would not survive another. As he lay on the ground, dazed, Kazik saw the stealth captain approach him slowly, methodically, sadistically. He pointed the shotgun at his chest. He made a sound not unlike a chuckle.
"You are a bad liar, traitor. House Sin should have stayed de-," he was cut off as a small bolt of purple appeared as though from nowhere, knocking out the leftmost two optic sensors on the captain's helmet. Looking over, he saw that a tennis-ball sized Servitor floated boldly, almost defiantly, awaiting destruction. In a moment of tactical stupidity and rage, the captain moved his weapon from Kazik to the Servitor—a foolish decision.
Kazik sprung from the ground, having drawn his shock rifle during the captain's distraction. He emptied a magazine into the creature, only for most of the rounds to leave pathetic burn marks against the armor. The captain retorted, but not before Kazik drew a shock blade, using the extended reach to knock the shrapnel launcher from the Fallen's hands. With a lunge, Kazik impaled the foul creature, the razor-sharp edge and arcs of scorching electricity piercing the armor effortlessly. For a moment, the captain was stunned, a moment which Kazik took to calmly reload his weapon. Withdrawing his blade and kicking the captain to the ground, Kazik stood in a position much similar to the one he had been in before. Plunging the barrel of his shock rifle into the hole made by his shock blade, Kazik burrowed upwards as the captain howled in pain. Without mercy, Kazik held down the trigger. At first, there was just a muffled splattering. As the magazine drilled on, however, the sounds became less muffled, until shock rounds poured out of the captain's exploding head.
As the weapon clicked empty, Kazik withdrew his rifle and reloaded it again. He was breathing heavily.
Let's not do that again.
In the distance, Kazik saw storm clouds approaching. It was now that he received a transmission, commanding him to aid Andromedai. Grabbing his pistol from the ground, he headed towards where the fight that he saw had been in a fast gait, the Servitor trailing just behind him, still sending out pulses intermittently as it searched for the machine which Kazik had no doubt felled their ship.
* * *
Disgregarding the dead Fallen and pool of blood Kazik stepped up to his commander, identifying himself with the symbol on his cloak.
"Where are others? We should leave now. Virisk scanning for enemy artillery. I would not want to be here if he finds any."