Syd flew at
DT-0800
, wreathed in flames . This one felt like an HRD...he lacked any sensation of being alive past his skin, and he had a BFG.
Holy chit, Syd thought, that thing was almost bigger than he was! He had clearly taken a good amount of punishment already. Syd would have to work to see it die.
Some of his shots got through, hitting her shoulder, and causing intense pain that nearly made her fall from the sky, forcing her to concentrate and be extra cautious as she dodged his incoming chaingun shots, throwing puddles of fire in front of and behind him and making them go, trying to cut off his ability to retreat.
Just as he whipped out a shotgun that would have made the Doom Slayer go green with envy, Syd whispered a spell and dived into the pool of flames in front of him, though part of the projectiles managed to graze her thigh, eliciting an unnatural, metallic squeal of pain as she vanished into the flames and reappeared a good distance behind him shooting upward and then belching her throat flames upon him in a stream.
The flames that poured out of her were red in color, capable of overwhelming most shields and if not melting the armor on droids, then making it hot enough for some of its more delicate internal parts to hopefully start to degrade. She conjured high walls of flames she could see perfectly through but would hopefully blind his thermal targeting capabilities as the red flames rushed for him...
Meanwhile.
Following: SOG TEAM 1
"Hey Martin..." Isacc the Nuetralizer called out after finishing snapping the last NIO Stormtroopers neck, siezing the roof top mortar.
"They took out Syd's Bombardment array. I don't think they realized it was a Void-007. Damn we are good!"
"Good." Martin said.
"Good?" Hudson sputtered. "What're we gonna do? Game over, Man,
Game Over!"
"Those are expensive props, built by Mother using her experience as a Stage Magician, nothing more. All those folks are doing is wasting ammo and letting us pinpoint them." Martin answered, straightening the Bandana on his skeletal forehead as he got out his range finder and IR laser designator, searching from the roof top.
He watched the homing missiles position as they went up, striking the fake Artillery.
He looked at Isacc's girlfriend, The Arena.
"Do it."
The Shi'ido Witch resembling an beautiful Orange skinned Twi'lek in a skintight white catsuit grinned, flesh shuddering hideously as she called down powerful lightning on the Rocket positions, decimating them.
Meanwhile, Nuetralizer piloted Tie Bombers, members of Jester Squadron streaked in on the Forces of
DECEASED Erskine Barran
,
Willan Tal
, and
Konrad Bolter
.
The flight lead, a Nuetralizer with a purple hued chassis and green photo receptors named Jack, cackled insanely as he released his payload.
"They don't make 'em like they used to! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack laughed as the Concussion missile slammed into the walkers and cataphracts dozens of meters behind and in front of Erkine's transport, though he would likely feel the terrible blasts and hear the screams of his men.
The fighters behind his razed the lines of Stormtroopers and cataphracts below in a vicious coordinated strike with starfighter lasers, exploding and killing multiples of both, even though some of them got shot down too.
"They're trained to drop fire on soldiers, yet they won't let them write 'Feth' on the Fighters because its obscene." Martin muttered.
"That was amazing, Sherbet!" Isacc said sweetly at The Arena, who made a kissy face at him in return.
"Why didn't Laertia build us with the ability to vomit?" Stevenson the Nuetralizer asked.
"You literally have a flamethrower built into your throat." Bernthal the Nuetralizer pointed out.
Stevenson perked up.
"That's right!" He said.
"Soldier if you use your flamethrower to simulate barfing you'll light our thermal signature up." Martin warned.
"Party pooper." Stevenson said in a sullen manner.
"Let's move out and coordinate the next set of strikes..." Martin said.
The team used their stealth fields and the Arena's magic to cloak themselves and were soon off the roof, reaching the street after five minutes, still stealthed as they went looking for more havoc to cause...