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With some difficulty, you made your down one of the broad corridors, towrds one of the lifts that would bring you up to the higher levels of the station and the Mecha bays. The Corridor, shaped like a stretched Hexagon was grey and featureless, with gray plastic panels on the walls. In regular intervalls, supports protruded from the walls, providing limited cover, and thanks to indentations in their edges, handholds. These were used to boost oneself along.
Suddenly, already almost a hundred meters behind you, the bay erupts with shouting and the sound of a firefight, the noise of discharging energy rifles and the sound of solid projectiles impacting metal. From the distant came the sharp crack of a grenade explosion.
Over the Comm, Corporal Fowler starts to tell you:
"Go! Weīll mount a rearguard, but I think we have to retreat. I donīt think we can buy more than 2 minutes. Good luck!
Another two explosions rock the bay behind you, a stray piece of sharp shrapnel passing only a handīs breadth in front of Carusīface......
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Jeff rushed down the hall along with the others trying his best to keep up. The handholds were helping the trek significantly, if not for them he'd still be stumbling down the hall and perhaps even amidst that explosion.
After several paces he rushed into the upcoming elevator. Removing the rifle strapped to his shoulder and dropping his med bag to the floor, he leveled the gun's barrel in the direction of the gunfire.
If this is how the first day is, I wonder what the rest of our employment will be like. It does makes life exciting, though.
Drops of perspiration slid down his face as he waited for the elevator. What if the enemy had already made it to the mecha bays? He couldn't worry about that now. Worry would only dull his reactions and cause mistakes. Focus on the present. That was all he could do.
Even while Celineīs fingers danced over the controls of the elevator, a large and spacious platform built to transport cargo or even vehicles, you could see the Infantrymen of the security teams in retreat, crossing the bay in front of the corridor or heading down the corridor in your direction. The small area in front of the elevator had two other corridors leading up to it, but still, they were in trouble, and you knew it. They knew it as well.
Irregular bursts of gunfire punctuated the silence, along with the clanging metal sounds of bullet impacts. Another two explosions cracked in the distance, even while the containment doors of the elevator slowly closed. A volley of projectiles struck the door, one bouncing of itīs rim in a shower of sparks, the otherīs leaving shallow indentations in the solid metal. Your hearts beat stronger, faster, and maybe you were a little relieved when the containment doors finally closed a few seconds later.
Another group of explosions bathed the corridors in a harsh light, and this time, some of the Infantrymen continued their as corpses, the bodies reduced to little more than eerie puppets, flopping the weightlessness, trailing small ribbons of red blood, their weapons drifting through the air, abandoned.
Raine, the floater you noticed earlier, pressed her face to the small reinforced polymer window in the liftīs door...and mouthed a few words you could barely make out through the din and the thick door: "Good luck....I think weīll hang on in the meantime.....
She departed for the right corridor, along with the rest of her squad, and another of the enemieīs projectiles reduced the window to a spidery lattice of cracks. You could vaguely make out the pursuing troops.....Humanoids clad in Blue-black suits dotted irregularly in star-like sprinkles of white. They carried strange, long rifles, while some carried a kind of heavy, automatic grenade launcher which was clearly to heavy for normal gravitation. Others were unarmed, and helped themselves to the energy rifles floating down the tunnel.
Then, the lift lurched off, carrying you upwards, towards the spacious mecha bay were your machines were already being warmed up by the ground crews.....
Rushing into the mecha bay, Jeff couldn't help but momentarily stare in aw at the various machines aligned about the room. It had been several years since he'd driven a mech, and seeing them arrayed side by side brought about feelings of nostalgia from his floater days.
Fishing a scrap of paper from his pocket, he looked about for the appropriate machine.
My machine should be 82 dash L Six, according to this. I wonder if these things are as stable as my old floater mech?