9th January
06:36 GMT
I switch from
focusing on my orange ring to
focusing on my yellow one as the wave of fire ripples through the centre of the Manhunter formation, expanding as more oxygen is sucked into the methane cloud. Given how tough martians are, neither the force nor the heat are all that dangerous. Rationally, I'm sure that they appreciate that. Given that they're martians and they were getting images of fire telepathically shoved into their brains just before it happened,
that doesn't matter.
"Komand'r, with me. Finish off the patrol ship."
Mother Box.
Ping.
I'm not happy about it
either. They forced this on me. Hush tube.
Ping.
The tron lines on my armour
turn yellow as I step through the hush tube into the centre of their formation,
a construct knockoff of Kalibak's beta club appearing in each hand. Since killing them isn't the principal
aim.
The closest Manhunters turn to face me almost immediately, guns rising and telekinetic force pushing against me.
But they're still off-kilter, and my environmental shield flares as I head for the closest. He drops in the air to get away, falling backwards without a moment's hesitation, plasma bolts from his gun splashing off my environmental shield.
Two of them, anyway. Distracted by the now dying fires and having to shift mental gears to cope with
me, he can't
quite fly away faster with telekinesis than I can fly closer with
ring and aero discs. My right club takes him in the X of his armour, the nerve stimulation effect working just as well on his living body armour as on the martian wearing it. With a closed helmet and no mouth he can't cry out in pain, but he loses his grip on his weapon and goes from controlled downwards flight to a
plummet.
Above me Komand'r and her G-Gnome passengers fly at the highest surviving patrol ship. One of the Manhunters screening it phases as her
energy pulse intersects with his chest. The one on his right isn't quite so quick and is
thrown back, armour smouldering and flaking at the site of the impact. The G-Gnome's horns start glowing to protect Komand'r mind as she
generates a positron beam projector construct and fires it at the patrol ship. Martian warships use telekinetic shields which might well have been able to block that, but these are simple patrol ships. The
beam flicks out, a thin line in the patrol ship's side
exploding as the positrons explosively neutralise the electrons in the beam's path.
Purple beams from my drones slash across the cavern as I
switch direction, flying back towards a couple of Manhunters who were trying their luck at shooting my back. The one on my left folds around my club and then falls from the air, but the one on the right… Compacts slightly, and flies away at speed. A little
unsteadily I note, but… Insulated nerves? Good reactions there.
Mother Box, boom tube them to the Planetary Council chamber.
Ping.
Boom!
The tube aperture appears just in front of him. He halts almost immediately, but a
wide area energy blast to the back knocks him past the threshold. Fastest way to get someone in authority to be aware of the situation. Maybe they'll even take action before I have to
forcibly disable every Manhunter here.
What a polite euphemism, Lantern Grayven.
Yes.
It is.
While I dealt with the runner, Komand'r has attracted a great deal of fire. She
tries taking a shot at another patrol ship, but she neglects to
shield her gun and the construct breaks. She grimaces, turns towards the densest concentration of Manhunters and makes a
flicking gesture…
Releasing her
Construct Lanterns. Citadelian infantry for the most part, those who died in their armour manifesting still wearing it.
"Kill for Komand'r!"
Construct manifestations of the guns and melee weapons they died carrying have appeared along with the armour, only… They don't appear to be
separate, but rather merged with the hands that carried them. The guns fire, forcing the Manhunters into evasive flight patterns to avoid getting shot. Others make for the fallen ship, presumably to recover any survivors. Can't be having
that.
As Komand'r
fires again I
boost towards the fallen ship. Martian ships don't use volatile fuels so there isn't any risk of a secondary explosion, but those on board probably got a decent burst of gamma radiation in addition to the heat and kinetic force. If they survived, they'll require medical attention for that to
continue being the case.
The rear first responder looks around a half-second before my left club construct hits him in the neck. No clever tricks with his nervous system, just an uncontrolled tumble out of the air. His closest comrade drops his gun and shifts his arms into two masses of razor-tipped tentacles, firing them at me. I ignore them in favour of closing the distance, so-.
Ow. The tips pass through my environmental shield with a faint
ripple, embedding themselves in my armour. Except for the one which nearly missed and cut a thin line across my chin. Telekinetically augmented razor claws. Good effort.
I dismiss my right club and grab a bundle, the few razors facing my palm failing to pierce my gauntlet. I
yank, and the Manhunter is pulled into range-.
He pulls his
other tentacle cluster back into his body, using the extra mass to create a heavily clawed arm which he thrusts at my face! I
smash my remaining club into the side of it, knocking it off course. No apparent effect from the nerve stimulation. I don't
really want to start using an agony matrix, not against people who are merely
ignorant…
Right hand grab new limb,
pull and release as new blades form along its length, strike the
helmet with the club. Down goes the Manhunter. Below us, one Manhunter tries to telekinetically lift a section of the ship-
I shoot him in the back with an energy pulse.
-while the other two prepare to receive my charge. One matches what his quick-thinking colleague tried and changes his limbs into whip-tendrils studded with razors, while the other focuses his eyes and-
Uhh.
-
nearly stops me with a telekinetic hold but doesn't due to him getting an
energy pulse to the face. I then use a
construct shield to block one whip strike,
pull myself around another before using the club's concussive force function to
blast the clever dick in the helmet. Purely kinetic force, nothing clever going on, but it sends him
hard into the side of the crashed patrol ship. I
lunge, club meeting martian tor-.
My hand stops in the air as the Manhunter I shot first points his right hand at my left.
His hand is trembling and that's really all I need.
Construct power armour appears around my arm, his fears about being unable to stop me making it impossible for him to stop me. His comrade sort of
hisses in shock before going limp, then I
shoot the outstretched arm with a low power energy pulse.
"
Who is in command here!?"
He raises his other hand, only for me to
shoot that as well.
"
Who is in command-!?"
They communicate with telepathy. He probably can't hear anything outside of his helmet.
Fine.
I land and stalk closer, grabbing the helmet with both hands and pulling. The helmet comes apart, vital fluid from the armour leaking from the pieces and the neck of the armour. The martian inside stares at me
in obvious terror.
"
Who is in command here!?"
He stares-. Telepathy.
"
Make a mouth and speak!"
His lower jaw shifts and he hurries to obey-. "
Die in…
Fire!"
Right, a dedicated professional with a cause. Just being scary won't be enough to make him give me information. I slam the end of the club into his abdomen and then turn away-.
Manhunters are rushing the theatre.