“Another foe?” inquires Darrac.
“One of the worst,” I reply, “We fought
once before. It took down the entire New League except for myself, Lantern and
Narszara. I barely held my own and Lantern was the one who took it down. Do
your best to destroy it.”
“Excellent,” says Darrac in a satisfied
voice.
He flaps his wings and zooms at the
Machine, flying close to deck. I grab one of the bounty hunters’ guns of the
deck. Hopefully this will do some damage against the Machine.
Darrac turns at the last moment, dodging
the Machine’s laser beams. He swipes one of the legs of the machine, leaving a
light tears in the armour plating. The machine tries to swing a fist at Darrac,
but he’s already out of range of any melee attacks.
I take that as my cue and pull the trigger
on my borrowed gun. It turns out to be a semi-automatic that fires explosive
rounds.
The shots dent the armour of the
Machine, but do little beyond that. I’m not sure how to beat it with Sam or
Narszara to help.
Perhaps if I-
Boom.
The world spins as I fly forward. A red
warning message flashes up on my HUD.
Warning: Rocket Pack Disabled
Warning:
Severe Damage to Back Armour Plating
What the heck hit me?
I stagger upright. The loss of the
rocket pack as removed a lot of my options as well as
most of my ability to dodge.
Damn Machine.
I look towards the Machine as its lasers
begin to hit me. It’ll take a couple of minutes, but if the Machine keeps this
up, it’ll burn through the Sentinel armour and start hitting fleshy stuff beneath.
I try to shield by face and chest with
my armours, but it won’t bring my anymore time
That’s when Darrac swoops back in and
stabs both of his forearm spikes into the disco ball head of the machine. Bolts
of electricity leap out of the machine, electrocuting Darrac. He barely gets
his spikes out when the Machine grabs his injured leg.
He grunts in pain and the Machine tosses
him off of the edge of the carrier.
“No!” I shout as I aim my lasers at the
Machine.
I get off a few ineffective hits before
the Machine fires four of its missiles at me. I get a couple of goes off,
hitting one, two and three of the missiles before the fourth explodes into a
dozen micro-missiles.
Without my rocket pack, I don’t have
much chance of dodging the missiles, but I try anyway.
I fail miserably.
I maybe dodged two, maybe three, but the
rest slam into me. The explosion sends me flying backwards. I can’t take much
more of this, no matter how great the Sentinel armour is.
My HUD flickers and several flashing
warnings pop up as I smash face up into the deck. Sonics are both offline,
lasers are both offline, right arm is disabled and serious damage to pretty
much every piece of outer armour plating.
Oh and the thermal vision is offline as
well.
It occurs to me that this might be it.
My final fight only a week and a half after becoming the Sentinel.
“Lantern!” I shout over my comm, “The
Machine. I’m going to die if you don’t get over here.”
“Hold on buddy,” comes a firm and steady
reply in a gratefully fast time, “I’m coming pal.”
I lean up expecting the Machine to
finish me off. It fires another four missiles at me.
Help comes from an unexpected source.
A grenade flies into the path of the
missile and explodes, prematurely detonating the missiles and the
micro-missiles contained within.
“Come on you stinking piece of junk!”
yells Spartan at the Machine with his gun in one hand, “Not on my
aero-carrier!”
Oddly enough, my first thought is where
did Spartan get his gun from. Probably picked it back up after I dropped it
when my rocket pack was destroyed.
Spartan grips his gun with both hands
and opens fire on the Machine. He quickly blasts its optic ball off since it
was damaged by Darrac already. The Machine quickly responds by firing its
lasers at Spartan.
I try to tell him to roll, but I’m still
struggling after my beating. Several lasers destroy his gun while one hits his
neck armour, barely missing his head. Another couple hit his cape.
Spartan stumbles backwards, coughing. As the
Machine prepares to fire again, I spot a dark shape behind him.
With an unruly battle cry, Darrac swoops
down and over the top of the Machine, slicing its shoulder lasers off as he
goes.
“A Neriarr is harder than that to
defeat,” calmly says Darrac as he throws a small, shiny device with glowing
green lines at the Machine’s chest.
The device explodes in a green explosion,
sending the Machine tumbling backwards into the deck. But with what appear to
be anti-gravity packs built into its back, it quickly returns to standing up
right.
Firing another set of four missiles, two
at Darrac and two at Spartan, the Machine charges towards me. As the other two fly
off to avoid the missiles, I sit upright. I look up to see the Machine pound me
back into the deck. The Machine pulls back its fist for another strike, this
time to finish me off.
As its fist comes down, a flash of light
appears in front of me.
There is the Lantern in all his glory,
the Machine’s fist caught in his hand.
“Pick on someone your own size,” snarls
Sam.
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