#bantroc

[ask-cory-saberlinx]

The Smoke of War

"My Lord Krogen." The officer kneeled. "What is it?" The officer rose. "The zerg. Their mobilizing, moving onto the sangheili's position." Krogen smirked, activating the holo screen so he could see the movement. "Excellent. I wondered when that insect would strike. Pull the ship's back, reform. Watch to see what they do." He laced his fingers together. "We have insects to crush, and a planet to burn."

[ask-cory-saberlinx]

War Begins: Part 2

The security building was quiet, most of the daylight hours past. The guard hummed softly, reading the paper and sipping coffee. There was a slight tap on the door, as if someone knocking. He rose a brow, walking over to it and opening it. He was met at gun point. "Knock knock." The plasma shot gun went off with a quiet bang, incinerating and shattering the man's head and torso. The Cranshii Sigma stepped in, not caring as it crushed the body underfoot. It stepped over to the controls, unlocking the doors and opening them. The building's main entry door slowly slid up, and a Bantroc Spec-ops stepped in, followed by a Cranshii Omega. The Omega went off, looking for any remaining guards to butcher, while the Bantroc went to the data room. The Sigma killed the security cameras, then slipped into the ventilation shaft. The Spec-ops marched to a large set off doors, smirking. He fiddle with the control panel, opening it up and disabling the electrical lock and alarm. He then drew his wrist dagger, sticking it into the key hole. The metal key hole melted from the extreme heat of the plasma, causing the door to hiss. Retracting the blade, he gave the door a push, and it swung open, revealing a titanic room full of storage banks. They were at the Google Cloud center, were the world's entire Internet and satellite network was stored, up kept and monitored from. The Bantroc smirked again, taking out a data file. He walked to the central computer, inserting it and punching in some hacking codes and files. It was done, the spiderbot virus in place. He gingerly closed the computer, contacting the Cranshiis as he walked out. They left just as steathly as they came. Soon, very soon, it would be time.

[beetljuuc]

Jeremy is going to burn this motherfucker DOWN

[beetljuuc]

trap.

She had stepped into the specialized suit Arkady gave her, and then taken it off when she got into the ship.  She slipped into her ordinary UPA standard suit of armor, leaving the helmet off as usual. She took a good, long look at herself in the mirror.  Being without a real left arm would disable her for the rest of her life. She was a cyborg now. She would be part machine forever, more and more each time.  It killed her to realize that. 

She had ripped into the Fourth, but something went wrong.  She checked the holograph of the hull and saw that something had exploded inside, causing the engine to overload on energy.  She needed to get out, fast.

She ran to the nearest wall and opened a portal within three minutes.  She rushed back to the control panel and picked up the comm.  She punched in a code, searching for anyone out there.  There was only silence.  She cursed, left a message and dashed through the portal with her duffel bag full of equipment and the suit Arkady gave her.  She landed, the portal closing behind her.  She stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Didn’t look much like a UPA ship, but it would do.  She remembered a familiar place in her head, and all she did was visualize it and she was there.  But then again, perhaps she remembered another ship?

A voice behind her confirmed her theory.  The rough voice of a Bantroc.  And slowly she turned, her golden eye flashing.  She dropped her duffel bag.  Jeremy spoke in rough Galation, answering his question.  “I’m not an enemy,” she promised, but the Bantroc growled back.

He pulled out a pistol.  Her hands shot up in surrender.  “I’m not an enemy!” she yelled.  The Bantroc stomped towards her.  She got on her knees as he raised the pistol and started yelling.  Her mouth gaped, as she searched for words. She didn't know how to respond, she didn't know that much Galation. There were a couple of words she recognized, “kill”, “state”, and “enemies”. He ordered her to put her hands on her head. That she understood. She felt the cold pistol pressing against the back of her head. She whimpered, slowly placing her hands on her head, the cold metal of her robotic hand feeling just like the gun.

A rough voice sounded from a comm. He was calling in reinforcements. She felt dread inside. Her arms shook with fear. The Bantroc above her could see it. He chuckled, saying something, and she felt something slap around her mechanical wrist. She gasped, but calmed, realizing it was only one of the handcuffs. He jerked her arms down and cuffed the other wrist. He yanked her to her shaky feet. Her jaw trembled. She didn't want it. She had to get away. She waited until he relieved some pressure momentarily to call off the reinforcements, his attention more on the communication than his hand around one of her arms.

She bolted forward. She was barely able to take two steps before his hand tightened around her arm, causing her to wince. He growled, speaking in Galation and pressing the gun against her jaw. She could feel his breath on her neck as the ten-foot monster pulled her back. Her eyes locked on her duffel bag. She cried out, pulling back towards the duffel bag, her only chance at survival. He was too strong. He pulled back, a deep growl rumbling inside his throat. And suddenly, he was dragging her kicking and crying. She put up a good struggle, yet apparently, it wasn't good enough. Halfway to the jail, she went limp. She was defiantly silent. It didn't seem to faze him. He easily picked her up with one arm and brought her to the cold, dark place she had hoped to never visit again.

There were pitiful gazes thrown at her. She had been here. But these were not familiar faces. Everyone that had been there were sold in the slave trades or dead. She wondered what would happen to her, and prayed that Cory would be here soon. Cory, Arkady, Tank, Sam. Anyone.

Suddenly, something hard hit her back, a flat wall of concrete. Dazed, she looked up, and realized he already threw her in. He didn't bother taking off her handcuffs. She groaned in pain and sat up on the cold, hard ground. She couldn't move well, but was able to stumble to her feet and sit down on the crude bed. She felt all eyes on her. She assumed so. It wasn't every day something as small and vicious as her was thrown into these cells. They eyed her white armor, the indigo accents shining in the dim light. It reeked in the room.

She stood up and paced around the cell, waiting for an idea, anything. She tried getting out of the cuffs, failed multiple times. She tried slamming into the cage door in an attempt to get out, failed. She even tried bribing someone else to help her escape, but nothing worked. She was stuck. And so, eventually, she gave up and waited for them to come back, simple as that. She curled up on the hard bed. She didn't cry. That would show weakness. But, she felt turmoil inside. She closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep, arms pinned uncomfortably behind her, but she only dealt with it. She had no other choice.

She had a feeling she would no longer have any choices left in her life.