Chapter 97: Duel
Lightning fills the air, tearing the clouds asunder as they drifted apart at speed. Holding the alien invaders back from their disruptive intentions. Unable to fire their weapons from the spectacle of strong winds and turbulent weather. Below, he could see the abandoned buildings struggle to hold together, pulling the armed men and women still fighting their alien invaders away with seething resentment. He couldn't tell how fast he was going, his sense of speed diluted by rapid incalculable movements in his mech from the upgrades done before he set off. Though he could tell they were in good hands unlike their opponent. Still eager to pull away from their aggressive manoeuvres and the constant orange sparks blinding his view with haste.
"Nice fighting spirit! Not like the other guy dealing with my sister! Damn dirty sneak attacker!"
The man peers into the monitor, watching his opponent carefully. Worried about leaving any weakness and gaps. He had heard off his actions back in the conflict between Sector A and B. Their actions all over the news, especially made disruptive when Scary Beanstalk shown her true abilities to everyone. He gleamed, pulling them away from their secondary base. Grateful he could show his skills against the people that failed him.
"With that kind of skill, I shall show you the best of me and and the best of Cthulhu!"
He kicks them aside, slicing a portion of the Attec Speeder's armour with slight difficulty. Carving an unsightly mark on it's thick armour as the once stiff mech tremble. It's voice boomed throughout the land, clearly evident that it is in pain. Though he seemed to notice it didn't came from the man in the seat but another person entirely.
Was that... the AI?
"OUCH!"
The mech winced, holding it's arm by the palm as it screamed like a child. Staggering back with it's sword at hand, worried that it might strike again. He couldn't tell who was truly at the helm, each move a disappointing sight. Perhaps he could brighten up the mood with the power of a dead sun.
"W-W-What the!"
Victor looks from the monitor, watching what seemed like a large cannon emerge from the Cthulhu's chest with two large fans. Twirling with electricity flowing around the mech. An electromagnetic barrel extended from the barrel, exposing the wires hidden within a large titanium cover on each side. Firing a dark ball of impunity that began to swallow everything in it's wake. It's ultimate weapon.
"I-I-Is is is that the reason why this was redacted?!?! Shit!"
He pulls the mech on full thrust, stunned at it's power as a black hole began to form, pulling everything towards it's grasp. Twisting the crimson red atmosphere to it's will with what felt like a sadistic glint on Cthulhu's face. Ready to watch them fall.
"Watch it!"
Eddy's voice boomed in the cockpit, alerting the man at the helm of the junk flying into their faces. Helpless to the raw power of the black hole and unready to accept their fate.
"I KNOW! YA LAZY SCUM!"
Through the monitor, he could spot armed men and women dashing through the flying concrete, grabbing anything they could find. Freaking out and terrified. Possibly unable to see this as part of their pay check. Further around, he could see multiple metal isopods and annoying tripoding insects scattered across the sky. Their pilots scrambling to press every button, informing their master up in the air. Just as surprised and horrified at it's appearance. A pitiful sight.
He gulped, twisting the joystick and pedals forcefully. Evading everything in their sight as the cockpit rumbled, shaking violently upon the fizzing monitors. Nearly jumping up from his seat as bits and pieces of the machine began to fall apart. Clear that it is not holding up to the strain. He gripped hard, listening to the silent sound of exploding vacuums which began to slow. Closing upon it's spot with a blinding gush of air, pushing them even further from their opponent as the atmosphere calmed. Turning back to the usual clear blue sky that grazed the arrival of sunlight amid the blast of grey dust encircling their battle.
"Phew!"
He slouched on his chair, rubbing off his sweat as he listened to the sounds of relief from a young man yet in his prime. Elated despite the scratches and wounds now visible around the machine. All of which made flying almost impossible. He exhaled, turning to face Cthulhu, now smoking from it's overheating weapon, it's hand trembling. Shocked at his survival.
"Oh come on! How is this even possible!"
He gripped the joystick, revealing it's claws and charging at full speed. Ignoring the overheat signals that plastered across the monitor. Frustrated at how they had simply escaped a one-shot attack with nothing but brute force and ridiculous luck. He could tell no such machine in the universe was able to reach speeds of Mach 33. The required speed needed to outrun a blackhole. Sure his machine has unique technology to allow it to fire and withstand a blackhole, but his machine was so far the only one which can even do such a thing. Nothing about this makes sense at all!
He gritted his teeth, awaiting the swords they constantly wielded during the battle. Listening to the clash of metal that touched, seemingly functioning effortlessly without breaking an oily sweat. An infatuated resentment that can't calm.
"Look. I'll be honest here, we didn't come here to fight you. We came here to make a truce."
"Wait what? Seriously?"
He looks towards the monitor, watching the white mech stare back towards the camera, staring back at him with a contorted blank expression. It's face visibly damaged from it's strange unnatural movement, looking less like a mech but more like a face.
"Did you really expect fights to be so simple? Have you heard of something called the arms race? This new system called a Bishop Reactor Canceller has been installed to nullify attacks such as this, reacting with the particles inside via special chemicals redacted from everyone and turning them into dust. Oh wait! You don't even know about this stuff, after all this is stolen with it's security systems compromised! Besides, all of that fighting I saw was less of skill and more of desperation. You petty weak child."
"WHY YOU-"
He slams on the thrusters, pushing his claws closer to his opponents. Hoping to make a statement but they won't budge. His face twitched with furiosity. Unable to contain his rage despite his suppression, firmly pushing the controls to their limit as the overheat warning signals blare loudly in the cockpit.
"Jango! I need an assist here!"
He turns to his left monitor, watching the call cover part of the monitor as the controls buzzed, alerting it's presence. Showcasing the name of the caller boldly amongst the voice graphs that fluctuated at her voice. Julie.
"Sis! My hands are tied here! Are you seriously unable to fight him off?"
"I can but..."
She turns to face the Unibody once again, frustrated that he had to direct her further towards the end of the long stretch of runway in a cave. Piloting something as big as the Pixil was a nightmare, hardly able to transform into it's robot mode without tearing the entire hidden airport or the jets and mechs attempting to assist in battle to pieces. She knew it had to be a trap, but if she turns away, he could ask someone to strike her from behind while she is trying to turn around or blow up the runway to pieces. Such dumb luck.
"Try to fend him off first! I'm stuck trying to deal with a tough opponent!"
Her brother stammered, abruptly ending the call as fast as she started it. Leaving her to her own devices and her fate. She gulped, checking her controls, watching the only weapons she had available. A bunch of lasers and a sound gun. Each of which able to melt everyone with friendly fire. Nothing that could truly help her in close quarters combat unlike it's robot mode. Outmatched and outgunned with the wrong weapons. She was doomed from the start.
The mech blasted through, firing her lasers back at the Unibody, struggling just as much to ride though the long cave tunnels. Hoping to get some hits for his antics. The Unibody turns back, looking towards the bridge, watching as unconscious armed men fell to their deaths. Landing upon the Pixil in a splatter of flesh and blood. Staining the black paint.
"Scary Beanstalk why?!? THIS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAN!"
She grabs the mech, pulling her back as the Pixil attempts to increase in thrust, trying it's hardest to pull away but all she could see was monitors full of warning signs. Blaring upon the mad woman attempting to pull apart the machine using nothing but tree vines. Staring back at the camera with a hauntingly creepy snarl. Feeling the vexation of the pilot now staring back at her wide eyed with a deep breath, walking between the fine line of sanity and insanity.
"WHY YOU!"
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Kelbass
Kelbass Like brother... like sister...
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