Our four aerial vehicles come to a halt over site of the sunken Sektain warship.
“Okay,” I say to my team as we wait in the cargo bay of the Dusty Corsair, “Let’s drop.”
Of course we have to wait for the ramp to lower, but once that is done, we all leap out of the spaceship.
I take the opportunity to look around. The other teams are doing the same though some of us are falling faster than others such as Britannia and Sam, who have both used their flight to reach the ocean even faster than the others.
Me? I’m willing to just use gravity.
I plunge into the ocean, but Narszara’s magic charm is working perfectly. While I know I’m surrounded by water, I’m more than capable of acting if I wasn’t to the point I can even use my rocket pack and lasers down here.
Excellent. Just another advantage we have over the Machine and the other creations of the Machinist.
“There,” I tell the others over the comms, pointing at the wrecked ship below.
As the other teams go their own routes, I take my own team down to the hole I spotted in the side. As expected the ship is flooded with several remains of the crew floating about as I do my best to try and ignore them.
“There is an intact airlock ahead,” says Darrac as he takes the lead.
“Can you open it up?” I ask him.
“Easily,” replies Darrac, “I grew up around technology like this. I believe the correct expression is that this is a slice of cake.”
Within a couple of seconds, we enter the air lock and the water drains around us.
“Do want to break the airlock so the ship is flooded?” inquires Sky as the water finishes draining around us.
“No,” I reply, “If we flood the whole thing, we could easily kill the Machinist and wreck salvageable technology within. And Sektain technology, even if it is a few decades out of data, is very valuable on Earth. Plus we can communicate verbally if we need to such as if our communicators get jammed.”
I step into the next room and freeze at what awaits us. The Machine. And not just one, but three of the big guy.
We all leap into action. Mia draws her pistols and begins to unleash rapid fire on the one on the right as Darrac flies at it. Sky and I both move around the sides to attack the one on the left while Narszara charges the one in the middle.
I’ll use my telekinesis to pop any missiles they unleash, says James.
I send a mental agreement at him as I activate the rocket pack as the Machine I targeted fire off its missiles at me. It also its lasers, both those are aimed at Sky, not me. I fly through the explosion results from the exploding missiles as they are telekinetically taken out and grab the disc ball head.
I grunt as I yank it out and the Machine drops to its knee. Aiming at the gap in which the head was connected to, I fire a missile of my own at it. I’m caught in the explosion, but the Sentinel armour weathers it with ease. The Machine on the other hand has taken a beating as most of its upper chest is destroyed and the left arm is blown off.
Unfortunately its right arm is still working fine, a fact I find out as the Machine grabs me and slams me into floor. I roll out of the way of a energy blade and fire my lasers at the now exposed shoulder joint of the remaining arm.
I hit and the arm twitches before falling limp at the side. But the Machine is still active and I have to finish it even if it is incapable of fighting anymore. Never turn your back on an enemy after all.
Sky is already on that one so I turn to see how the other members of our team are doing, ready to provide assistance if necessary. But it doesn’t look like the others need it as Narszara has crushed her own foe and is helping Darrac and Mia finish off the Machine on the right.
I hear metal tearing behind me and I look over my shoulder to see the remains of the Machine being ripped apart. It has to be the work of James.
“Three Machines?” inquires Sky.
“I didn’t expect it either,” I reply, “Did it feel a little too easy? The others ones were much tougher and harder to defeat.”
“I believe that experience and use of teamwork allowed us to overcome them Verigar,” says Narszara, “The previous times we were not prepared and were caught off guard. This time the battle was fought on our terms, not theirs.”
“Makes senses,” I agree, “Let’s press onto the next room.”