The Nuetralizer squads hadn't been prepared for the Orbital Bombardment. The impacts had damaged most of their weapons and targeting systems, yet still they had attempted to complete their mission.
Yet
DECEASED Erskine Barran
had managed to snatch life from the jaws of certain death regardless shooting some and slicing apart or stabbing others.
But he hadn't been thorough. Not nearly thorough enough with some of them.
Martin for example, had gotten riddled with LMG bullets and had indeed shut down...
But Martin was a
Nuetralizer .
And Nuetralizers were difficult to destroy...permanently, anyway.
The Laminanium nanites, which all Nuetralizers were supplied with, began restoring critical systems. Martin, and Isacc, left in the grime and mud were the first to rise, though still heavily damaged. A few more rose.
Martin still had his bandana. Erskine had fled the scene, but Martin had his DNA trail ever since he found traces of it on Billy and Jimmy at Generis.
Martin felt the stirrings of genuine rage for the first time in its electronic life, as it got out is Com-Link.
"Apone, Skipper, talk to me..." Martin whispered. "Are you still mission capable?"
"We made it sir..." Apone answered, though the Right arm was missing as he stared at the vast sewer system that spread into a massive broken off cavity that was filled with something in the air. Skipper was behind him, lugging the thermal detonators. "Old sewer systems just barely withstood it. Sir...I think I figured out why they sealed it off."
"Go on...Soldier..." Martin whispered, testing out his walking and targeting systems as he stayed behind cover, looking for a repair kit in the wreckage of the mechanized units...
"There's a gas pocket here, sir. A massive one. Big as a fething stadium. What the hell happened up there?"
"The Sith had their own ideas about how to hold Ziost...had another run in with Barran. He was in a hurry...wasn't as thorough as he was with my buddies in the jungle..." Martin hissed, skeletal hands, one of which was missing a finger, clenching in rage. "We're pretty messed up out here...did any other Nuetralizers in the city survive the Bombardment?"
"Lost thirty five percent of our squads. Other squads reporting in heavily damaged..." Apone said. "Boogie-Man squad is closest to your position."
Martin processed this a moment as his main power source was finally repaired. He picked up some chunks of material turned to carbon and stored them in a compartment in his chassis for the Nanites he was supplied with to feed off of as they made repairs.
"Any
Sisters in the field?" Martin asked.
"One. She survived the Bombardment. Been mimicking enemy Stormtroopers to get in their squads and slay them. Half a Kilometer from your position..."
"Deploy her. And tell her not to get close to the Bastard if she can possibly help it. Tell her to just shoot him on sight, with the biggest fething gun she can find!" Martin ordered. "Now...this gas pocket...natural?"
"Yes...and HIGHLY Flammable and explosive. Bacterial deposits are the most likely source, building up slowly over the centuries...scans never caught it...or the small fault line..." Apone said.
"How bad will the blast be if we set it off?" Martin asked.
"It'll set half the city on fire. Toxic gas would pour through the streets in the rest."
Martin thought about it a moment.
"Groooovy..." Martin said with a sadistic chuckle. "Hold that Order a moment. Isacc...how bad did you get it?"
"Barran riddled me pretty good..." Isacc answered. "Just barely got main systems working again...I'm barely capableof killing a Mandalorian at the moment."
"Your stealth systems work?"
"No."
"Risk it anyway." Martin ordered. "Head back to those witches and see if any of them survived the Bombardment. We may need their assistance."
"Sir Yes Sir!" Isacc said, saluting the Bandana wearing Nuetralizer before creeping away.
Martin got back to Apone.
Plant your charges in the Gas Pocket and fault line and be ready to blow it."
"I'll need to be close to set it off electronically..." Apone told him. "Timers damaged."
"May you enter the great Droid Boogie in the sky, shiny and chrome..." Martin said solemnly.
Meanwhile...
Isacc came back to the ritual site where they had first found the Witches. It had been decimated by the Bombardment. Nearly all of them had been blasted apart or crushed by debris and shrapnel, spilling rotting yellow organs and white blood everywhere.
All except one.
Isacc was given pause as he spotted a skeleton with stringy white meat hanging off it, feeding on the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the remains of her fallen fellow witches, rapidly regenerating with sickening, melting and bubbling flesh into the gorgeous Twi'lek with Orange skin in the white Catsuit that had flirted with him earlier. It seemed the catsuit was actually her flesh. Must be using a Shi'ido body. The remains around her began to turn to dust and ash.
The Witch turned around, seemingly unperturbed by the death of her comrades.
"Dreamboat!" She called out with a girlish giggle, skipping up to him.
"Oh, I'm
so glad you survived! Y'know, I thought I'd never get to touch all that shiny chrome again. And you're
damaged!" she snarled lustfully, slinking up to the murder-bot, fingers tracing the holes he had been riddled with by Barran, the internal systems even now stabilizing somewhat.
"Oh, does somebody need a nice, big repair kit and maybe a hot oil bath afterward?" She asked drawing closer, wrapping his steel skeleton hand around her waist.
"Hahahahahaha you're fethed up." Isacc chuckled.
"I never did get to introduce myself..." The Witch cooed, tracing a finger under the jawline of his nightmarish skeletal visage.
"They call me The Arena...and every evil mind hiding in my flesh is just crazy for you and the Death you bring."
"I force fed someone their own face at Generis!" Isacc said proudly.
"Was it slow and painful, my chrome dreamboat?" The Arena asked lustfully.
"Wanna hear his dying screams, Beautiful?" Isacc asked slyly.
The Arena bit her lower lip. "I'm breathless with anticipation, my chrome dreamboat." she said after a moment.
Isacc's mouth opened slightly and the next thirty seconds were the agonizing death cries of a Stormtrooper he had delimbed and then surgically removed the face of with a vibroknife before forcefeeding it to him.
"Help me! Help meeeeeeeee! AHHHHHHRRRGGGGGG AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHHH AHHHH ARRRRRGGGGHHHHAAAAHHHHHHH." The Nuetralizer said and cried out exactly as his victim had.
"You have such a lovely singing voice..." The Arena purred, stroking his chin again. "Did you need something from us, Dreamboat? Afraid the rest of my peers ate it in the Bombardment..."
"We didn't fair much better..." Isacc said. "That sewer that was sealed? Massive Gas hazard. Its basically a huge pressure cooker in some spots."
"I can give you your credits worth for the Gas. I'll direct it to where it needs to go...you handsome chrome nightmare..."
"You psycho,
psycho freak!" Isacc replied back playfully, which earned him another girlish giggle from The Arena.
"After this whole Ziost thing is over..." she purred, pressing against the Murderbot now. "What's say you and me go on a killing spree. I'll bring you the victims, and we'll spend the whole day getting them to make those delightful musical notes of yours..."
"Would we get to cut off their limbs?" Isacc asked.
"Of course! Cut the limbs off all of them if you want! Just let me break the ribcages afterward, because I enjoy that.
Intensely." The Arena hissed.
She giggled as he pulled her close all the way, having passed the Speech Check.
"How can I say no to easy de-limbing?" Isacc asked himself. "Call me Isacc, my sherbet-hued Murderess."
"There is this
lovely spot on Dromuun Kaas where people are sacrificed regularly. You bring the wine, I'll bring the High Quality Programming Updates..."
As if self conscious over the fact every reader was watching her seduce a Murder-Bot, The Arena turned to face everyone reading this with a scowl, due to her insanity granting her medium awareness.
"What?! Do you 'know' how dodgy all those Holonet Dating Sites are?!" She asked no one present in exasperation.
Isacc, realizing just how violently insane The Arena actually was, only chuckled harder as her fingertips danced on his skeletal cheekbone.
A transmission from Martin interrupted the moment as Isacc got out the comlink.
"Update, Soldier!"
"Found one of the Witches alive, Sir. She's agreed to help us." Isacc answered, as the shapeshifter's tongue extended out of her mouth, coiling around his metal neck and snaking up the side of his skull.
"She's very enthusiastic about the whole idea, Sir!" He added as her fingers entwined with his.
"I'll bet..." Martin grunted. "Get her back here, on the double."
"Time to go to work, my Sherbet-Hued Psycho-Killer." Isacc told her pleasantly.
The Arena's tongue retracted loudly and disgustingly into her mouth.
"You got it, Dreamboat."
The Nuetralizer and the Arena then began to make their way to Martin...
Meanwhile...
The Advanced Model 1 Nuetralizer, which had the guise of a young, sand-skinned woman with chocolate hair in black biker leathers that had silvery spikes on them, had gotten the call via comlink. Erskine was believed to be in her vicinity.
Knowing he was a priority target, She had immediately ceased her activities killing off Stormtrooper Survivors from the Bombardment and got a fix on his last known location. She was eager to kill again, especially such a high ranking officer.
The Trade Federation and Republic engineers were not the only ones deploying cutting edge Assassin Droid technology like
DT-0800
.
The mass of sentient Laminanium Nanites began scrounging for weapons based on their condition. Unsurprisingly, many were in poor condition due to having been damaged. But one Stood out. A single DC-19 Stealth Carbine with half its ammo expended. Silencer functions still worked. She also removed a single Nine Millimeter SMG and slung it over a shoulder, along with what appeared to be a functional combination melee/energy shield on a dead Stormtroopers forearm.
The Nuetralizers Nanites scanned the device through a combination of ocillating themselves to produce sonar feedback and electromagnetic scans, analyzing the technology behind it. The Nanites she was composed of flowed over the device, breaking down and mapping its components to mimic its effects.
The Advanced Model's frame rippled as its entire structure acquired new capabilities.
(The Advanced Model 1 has upgraded itself with Melee/Energy Shield Capabilities. The Shield lasts two minutes when activated but take three to recharge.)
The Nanite Assassin Droid then began to slowly make its way to Barran's position, quietly, through a lonely and ruined battlefield, the shadow of the destroyer still above. It finally spotted him, but just before it could take a shot from behind cover, about one two hundred meters from Barran's position, Her nanites were commed wirelessly by Martin.
"Don't fire. Not until it happens."
"Until what happens?" The Advanced Model whispered.
"You'll know it when it happens..." Martin replied, turning to spot Isacc and The Arena heading towards his position, the Arena's arm coiled around his.
"Soldier, this is really not the time to fraternize..." Martin said in an annoyed tone, face palming his skeletal visage. Other damaged Nuetralizers were letting the Nanites conduct what repairs they could but it didn't change the fact that both the Bombardment and Erskine's luck in having to fight already damaged Nuetralizers had hit hard.
The Arena smiled, slinking towards him.
"I can help with your little underground gas trick. Got a knife?"
"Take mine! Do you need a sharp stick too?" Hudson the damaged Nuetralizer asked, tossing the Arena his knife.
"What wood is the Stick made of?" The Arena asked.
"Yew."
The Witch shook her head. "Oooo, sorry! I need Oak. But thanks!"
"No problem!"
Martin gave an electronic sigh, pinching the sides of his nose cavity.
"Can we please get back to eliminating this troublesome Human and killing the city he fought so hard to take?" Martin asked.
"Of course!" Everyone else said enthusiastically in unison.
Martin got Apone back on the line. "Did you plant the charges?"
"Every fething Thermal Detonator me and Skipper had has been planted at key points. Given the projected Location of Barran, most of the effects will miss him...all except the gas...but that will take about fifteen minutes to spread to where he is."
"Then he's about to have a front row to the fething Barbecue..." Martin barked.
The Arena, in the meantime, had begun using the knife to carve runes into her face for the Ritual while sitting in a meditative position in a circle of her own white blood.
"Ready!" She called out.
Martin had it all in place now. He sent an encrypted burst transmission on friendly ID signature wirelessly:
ALERT.
NUETRALIZER SPECIAL FORCES TO ALL SITH MILITARY UNITS, BE ADVISED, MASSIVE DETONATION OF UNDERGROUND GAS POCKET IMMINENT. ALL UNITS ARE ADVISED TO KEEP REBREATHER UNITS EQUIPPED. ENTER DETONATION AREA IN SOUTHERN AND SOUTHERN WEST SECTIONS OF CITY WITH EXTREME CAUTION. ALL SITH UNITS STILL ON GROUND ARE ADVISED TO SEEK SHELTER OR RUN.
After giving a grace period of two minutes and thirty seconds, Martin gave the Order to Apone.
"Blow it."
The Blast ripped open a giant crack in a large portion of the city, spewing burning debris and flames that rained down, the blast so intense, parts of the city where the NIO mechanised units had been fighting collapsed into sink holes. Martin and his team were fire away from the blast. But the rumble was so powerful nearly everyone present save The Arena was knocked to the ground. As Apone had predicted before going to the great Droid Boogie in the sky, Shiny and Chrome, much of the blast completely missed Barran and Strasza's location, but The Advanced Model Nuetralizer, taking the horrifically powerful blast as her cue, aimed and fired silenced shots at Erskine's chest, not knowing if it would hit, prepared to dodge if he returned fire.
The Arena's flesh shuddered as she whispered the foul and perverse words of power, her dark magic spreading across the ground in an exponentially expanding wave as toxic gas poured out from ugly fissures in the streets. The Witch's ritual would make any allied units still caught in the radius able to breath in the terrible fumes without dying.
"Impressed yet, my Durasteel Dreamboat?" The Arena called out to Isacc.
"When we get off Ziost, I'm gonna find you some Non-Allied personnel to skin alive." Isacc called back.
"Oooo, who would have thought a Murder Bot could show a girl such a good time?!" The Arena giggled, flesh pulling away horrifically from her skeleton in multiple directions as she channeled the Dark Ritual through her body...
Meanwhile...
The Amalgam had been taken completely by surprise as the Droid teleported to her direction, with a catchy line to boot before swinging his huge chain gun into her fast approaching face.
Having 'never' faced a Teleporting Assassin Droid before, her mind went a little blank as it crashed into her face, flinging her off the building and into the streets below, only her intense Force Rage technique allowing her to survive the blow, with her jaw dislocated, muscles swelling as her flesh turned gray and eyes black as she prepared to kill this impudent droid...
...then
Sith Dominance decided to basically go 'eff this' and fired every laser in the Galaxy at the city surface, obliterating the invaders. She herself was too close to an impacting laser, and shrapnel absolutely shredded her armor and near impossibly beautiful looks away, leaving a pearly white skeleton with rancid yellow organs and muscles, using the Dark Side to stay alive as she rose, looking for her opponent, in intense pain, the hatred and death causing her to slowly regenerate...which DT absolutely couldn't allow to happen.
She began flinging lightning in multiple directions on even the off chance she would hit him...
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