(...) - "A cloaked tango is heading to Objective 1", I announced. "Identify and neutralize." The higher-ups know that recoinnassance was inviable is that mess. Three of them took care of the rest of the Banshees, one detatched from the group, in pursuit.
The G.I. cloaked, and proceeded with great speed towards the objective. Upon arriving, it was too late: the tech was partially destroyed.
"Objective 1 destroyed. Unable to find targ....SYSTEM MALFUNCTION."
The cloaked tango moved with incredible speed, behind the G.I.. Within seconds, the vidcomm showed just static.
The three G.I.s left banded together, fast. That shared processing must have it's drawbacks, because, they were far more twitchy that usual. Almost as they were in fear.
The G.I.s charged their shotguns up and cloaked, already seeing the enemy with their thermal scans. Right behind a wall. They ran, trying to fire from point blank distance, but before they were at the door...
SHOOT. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot
Four shots pierced the wall, hitting two G.I.s right in the Lamphead. We just saw the comm go static, and their Platform Virtual Schematics going red, torso-upwards.
The remaining G.I. continued its run, across the door, did a side hop and shot the GPS, hitting the tango with all its pellets. For a moment it staggered the target.
This is were the things got weird.
A Rod came from the chest of the cloaked tango, piercing right through the GPS, destroying it, The G.I. did a back roll, and we saw the target decloaking.
The G.I.s comm was damaged, and it was in Hunter Mode yet, so the image was blurry. But what we saw was...a Husk. A Salarian Husk! You saw the picture. It was a Salarian, but horribly mutated: The horns were sharp and long, the eyes were enourmous, dislodged to the sides, multifaceted like of an insect. It didn't have lips. Just the teeth, showing a terrible smile.
More surprising, It didn't have arms! In their place, there were two rifles... Judging by their sound and style, they once were Widows or Black Widows.
And from its chest...there was that...rod. Like a lance, almost six feet long.
The G.I. tried one last resort, releasing its Hunter Mode and deploying a protective eletric field, in an attempt to stun the thing.
The Salarian walked towards the G.I.. His chest rod got flexible, his tip transformed in three protuberances, like fingers.
I really don't want to tell the details of what happened next. Suffice to say, I took pity on the G.I. For three minutes his limbs were sistematically torn apart, his chest was burst opened, and his, I mean its, its lamphead was twisted to the point of rupture. But it was maintained functional. The sounds it make....I ...don't want to remember.
System...sys...malfunc...require....imed...shutdown....cannot....comply...
The Salarian grabbed the remnants of The G.I., positioned the comm, and growled a single sentence:
DEATH TO YOU ALL.
After this, it was all static.
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We maintained surveillance of the area for about fifteen minutes. Cerberus and Reaper forces that were there were completely annihilated.
I think we are dealing with a enemy that doesn't distingish friend from foe. And it's powerul enough to single-handed destroy four of our most powerful operatives.
God help us all.
Modifié par Paulomedi, 29 janvier 2013 - 12:19 .
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I just hoped for more miserable adventures, and maybe some upgrade (Raptor?). The ascend to godhood... not so much.
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