Chapitre 691: Big Fucks Given
"House?"
"It seems you're having trouble with the enemy, Afton. Perhaps I could provide some assistance?"
...
"Assistance? You mean reactivating the defence systems you turned off for some reason?" he questions with a small frown.
"I didn't willingly do that. The Alien's proved immune to our weapons, and almost instantly destroyed the defences we had... I deactivated the remaining ones to retain at least some defensive measures." House explains.
Afton mentally chides House, but understands why the man had done it...The Alien shields were far too resistant for any mundane weapon to get through them. "What assistance can you provide then? I doubt you've got a BFG sitting around unattended."
House pauses, unsure what a 'BFG' was, but ignores it and continues anyway, "I had been designing a weapon that may, or may not be able to disable Liberty Prime's shields, should the need arise."
Afton crooks a brow, "But Bulwark controls Liberty-.... Hey! You were making countermeasures against us, weren't you!" he retorts exasperatedly.
House gives a sheepish cough and refuses to acknowledge his potentially traitorous actions, "*Ahem!* Anyway, regardless of the implications when designing it, you seem to be needing it at this moment... Head to the Lucky 38, it will be delivered to you at the front doors... Oh, and try not to get my tower destroyed please?" he requests.
Afton shrugs, "Oh? Well, even my kindest intentions may lead to your tower accidentally receiving a few stray shots." he trails off, "It's unavoidable really." he snarks before leaping away, flipping out of the alleyway and towards the Lucky 38 as the Alien spacecraft continue to try and pick him off from afar.
"ITS A PROTOTYPE BY THE WAY, IT MIGHT EXPLODE IN YOUR HANDS!" House shouts futilely as Afton abruptly leaves, hoping that the prototype weapon wouldn't end up killing Afton...
He dodges yet another of the many lasers, but is forced to protect himself as one smashes into his hastily made root shield... He's sent careening down the street again, this time going straight through a shop's window...
He groans as he gets back up, but notices a tall, thick mirror sitting next to him in the shop. Afton grins and picks it up, running out of the store into the oncoming laser fire and using the mirror as a bat, proceeding to swing it as if hitting a baseball.
*SHATTER!*
The mirror shatters as the first shot connects, but somehow manages to reflect it just as the glass turns into a superheated melting mess.
One of the flying saucers was unlucky enough to be caught off guard by this, allowing the laser to connect with it...
*BOOM!*
The ship almost instantly explodes, its shields imploding as the laser connects... The other aircrafts scatter and get some distance in response to one of their own being randomly destroyed like that. Allowing Afton to reach the Lucky 38 almost completely unmolested.
Once there, the ground opens up and pushes a strange-looking weapon towards him...
"I was only joking about the BFG... What the fuck." he mutters, as he hefts the large, futuristic-looking weapon that glows an eerie green... The ground also spits out a number of green canisters, presumably additional ammo.
Afton nods to himself and finds some cover behind the recently renovated, and currently ruined Omerta Casino.
After the shock of one of their comrades being randomly destroyed wears off, they quickly begin looking for Afton again. The flying saucers flying in formation over New Vegas.
Waits for an opportunity to strike, and jumps out of cover with the BFG-Pulse Gun with a vicious grin plastered across his face, "Say hello to my little friend!"
*ShhhhHHHK!*
...
Afton glances down in confusion as the still charging gun, tapping it a couple times as the flying saucers get closer and closer, arming their weapons.
"Just fucking shoo-"
*BEEEEEEEIIIIIIIING!!!!!*
A massive green energy globule leaves the barrel of the BFG, flying past the alien aircrafts as a wave of static green lightning follows it, enveloping the ships.
*JUKUKUKUKUUUK!*
The aircraft seem almost completely unharmed at first,. but quickly their systems begin to fail. First goes the shields, then the lights, then their flight systems stop, allowing them to fall from the sky.
All of them abruptly fall like rocks dropped in water, slamming into the ground and flipping due to their weirdly shaped ships.
Afton gives a kick to one bouncing towards him, splitting it, and its occupants in half from the sheer force of the exchange. He then starts tearing apart the other landed ships, using his plant arms as whips, blades, hammers... You name it.
The Aliens actually start getting out of their ships and start firing at him with smaller versions of the ship's lasers, but Afton easily dodges and blocks them. The aliens simply weren't able to keep up, and if Afton had to guess, they were actually weaker direct combatants than your average bandit.
Their bodies were slow and very frail, were it not for their advanced weaponry, they wouldn't last a second against any faction on earth... Which, means they were easy picking for Afton.
He easily kills all of them except one, he leaps at the alien, smashing its weapon out of its hands and grabbing it by its thin throat. He fingers penetrate the glass-dome-like helmet, allowing Afton to easily tear it off.
Afton gets face to face with the Alien, grinning maliciously, "You guys killed, my, wife." he states in its language with cold rage, waiting to see what the creatures would be. Its incredibly frail, and he kept having to hold himself back from crushing its bulbous green head, or tear it in half like a Kitkat.
He takes a great degree of satisfaction as its black eyes widen at understanding his words.
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