Her eyes are still moving, slowly shifting towards me-.
Oh, they're not moving slowly. They're moving at normal speed, I'm just accelerated.
You know you've stumbled into a
hard fight when you start running your thinking bits at FTL and don't realise it.
Front rows of seating have burned faces and arms, where their armour doesn't cover. But they're going for their weapons.
"Laaaaannt-"
Because of
course second- and possibly third-degree burns are only a minor annoyance to them...
Rebuild construct bunker around the boom tube aperture, construct cold gun and shoot Aramis again to try and keep her out of the fight.
"-ern, they're attacking New Orthys!"
See, you should have led with the cold gun. Freeze her, shatter her and claim the win while her bits are still pulling back together... If they even
do that.
"Understood."
I shove him back through the boom tube and then fly through after him. We're back on the command deck of New Chronus, and-
- should be closing the door right now, please? Last thing you want is a super-strong, rapid-healing lunatic running riot in the heart of your command centre.
Duty
-Pontico shuts down the boom tube before pointing to the holographic display.
"They covertly attacked the prison holding Sparta, and now they're cutting down the garrison. Our strongest Ascendants are occupied with the ritual, and we can't-."
Right, then. Excrement has hit the rotary cooling device and is now being flung about the room. Time to clean up.
"Understood."
Because they didn't have enough of a reason to focus on me. This wasn't about presenting an ultimatum to the planet or following their normal rules of engagement. This was about getting New God stuff. Or maybe it became that because Grayven wants the Seeds to increase his power? If he'd come to me with a plan for using them to beat Darkseid… I'd have negotiated for him to visit Earth first, but I've have been on board and I'd have argued his case.
...While keeping a
very close eye on his innate back-stabbing impulses, of course?
But no. Smash and grab.
"Boom tube me there, and keep me updat-"
Subtle, aren't they? How very
Jagermonster of them...
BOOM!
"-ed."
Quick fix on my armour's more stressed components, construct armour and construct plasma gun set to bypass their armour and go! I fly through the boom tube and-
Heh. Going to be an unpleasant surprise for them when their defences do nothing against your weaponry...
PHZP!
-take a respectable amount of because Pontico isn't a combat specialist and deployed me directly into combat rather than letting me approach from further away. I evade, generating construct shields to block fire and return fire myself. My first hit melts off a woman's arm, and-. And she doesn't cry out. She just drops her two-handed gun and flies through the air towards me, forearm-mounted weapon charging.
He can be
excused for not munchkining the instant teleportation system... Meanwhile, there's that 'Third-degree burns? Bah!' toughness in action.
So I shoot her again before moving onto a new target.
A group are trying to cut their way into the ship still docked in the upper part of the tower. Point defence guns are trying to hit them, but they're not designed for people attacking the ship with melee weapons are the Citizens are intelligent enough to stay out of their arc of fire.
Sadly, this kind of thing isn't exactly
common amongst most space-going cultures...
I switch targets. From the scans I'm getting of the interior of the building, the Citizens opens a boom tube on one of the lower floors and then attacked upwards-. And that's Astarte, and that's Sparta. They probably don't have any other New Gods, so killing both of those will stop this strike. Might result in their whole fleet turning up-.
New God technology. They're just got Astarte and maybe Theana, though if I remember correctly they don't generally let her out. Which means that they probably have only one ship that can open a boom tube. And it may not be able to do that when its captain isn't on board.
Resulting in a very
worrying situation if you take down the leaders. The Citizenry might flee... They might launch their provider-things. But they will not surrender,
that's a given.
Interesting.
My first shot hits an unexpecting Citizen, bursting through her cuirass and causing crippling burns to the flesh beneath. Strong-willed though the citizens are, when you nerve fibres are literally cooked there isn't much you can do to keep fighting. She drops, quiet croaking sounds coming from partially-fried lungs. Theoretically survivable, with treatment that she might get if the fight is concluded quickly enough.
...Let's not be in too big a rush on the medical front, eh?
My second shot hits a Citizen as she turns and raises the thicker material of her forearm mounted gun. My plasma bolt punches through easily and explodes the capacitor before carrying on into her neck. That… That's not survivable. Her jaw and neck have been incinerated and her brain's been cooked.
The rest begin to leave the hull, trying to either close the distance with me or get the hull between themselves and my gun construct.
...No big loss, mind. Even if you're trying to be less callous about killing... Some people do
deserve it.
Come.
Alright, ship's making best time down, and with two ships on hand the point defences should actually be able to defend the exterior of the tower.
Which just leaves the raiders inside.
Charging Citizen one. I take x-ionised blades out of subspace and wince when I realise that I left the others on the Citizenry mothership. They probably can't reverse engineer the process from a few examples, but that's not a sure thing. Stab through the flesh of her bare arms and into her nerves. The super-sharp nature of x-ionised knives mean that she'll barely feel the stabs, but she can't aim her weapons any longer as her arms fall nervelessly to her sides. Fixable by space age medicine, but permanent otherwise.
Really should consider adding an anti-tamper self-destruct or something if you're just going to
forget them like that. A small crumbler charge or something in the hilt, maybe.
Charging Citizen two-. The point defences behind her fire. Most of the shots hit her armour and -without an Ascendant to reinforce them- do nothing, but one hits her upper left arm and burns through the flesh. She instinctively jerks away from the source of the injury, which is why my blades cut her arms off rather than rendering them nerveless.
She drops, the sudden loss of blood pressure from the vigorous arterial blood expulsion causing her to lose consciousness. It's almost beautiful, seen from the air and in three dimensions as she spins around. Like liquid wings.
...I suppose you could say she's been
decisively disarmed.
I redirect my constructs, shoving her onto the tower's upper gantry as I cauterise her blood vessels. She probably won't die, and we can always make her new arms.
Third Citizen-. Already closed the distance. I punch as she comes in with her short sword, hitting her in the face hard enough to concuss her, fracture her nose, teeth, jaw and vertebrae. She joins Amanda Armless on the gantry as I fly up to get a clear shot against the Citizens hiding behind the ship.
The joy of power armour. Even simple blows are
nasty.
PHZP!
Their shots fly past me as I reposition, considering-.
No doubt frustrating them to no end. I doubt they're used to any foe
this mobile.
Animals.
I blink as knowledge… That was technically in my head already pushes itself to the front of my mind. Huh. A really nasty fungal spore that will do a number on the humanoid respiratory system. And the Citizenry don't wear ABC protection. I can… Fabricate that.
Huh. Is this the first time we've seen on of OL's Construct Lanterns speak for itself?
And I can make it live. Release me.
Don't make me regret this, fungoid. I don't want them dead.
Bah. Dead animals are fodder for growth... But live ones are
better.
The longer they live, the longer we feed.
As you like.
The fungoid Construct Lantern leaves my ring and lunges upwards through the air, a barely visible trail of highly dangerous spores following in his wake. A moment later and it adds construct leaf fronds to blow it towards the Citizens.
See, now this is how smart and powerful Construct Lanterns should be. I wonder how much of that is because of OL expecting it to be?
Right, that's handled. Now I can-.
Die.
Astarte's shots catch me straight in the chest, burning through my defences and leaving me gasping for breath!
Ah, the end-boss of the scenario has arrived. Time to kick some ass.