They entered the city taking key-note of all the bodies, piles high mountains of them to be precise
It was exactly. All that filled their eyes returning to the city…as the three shadows passed the streets, her “ broken gods”
old and young all the same in a state she recognized…rotted, seeing corruption
Died running having been lost in the streets during or after initial fighting and later in crossfire…always in the crossfire or worse, these demons seemed to be feeding off the life of her people, polarie or not…
What happens if these beasts drink enough human blood? Will they steal abilities like her god? Shall they become her devil?...
he lingering embers caused by energy rounds missed or pierced through targets had turned some to bone.
Every so often they found dozens of piles of the many machines, their enemy was vicious they had been invaded by vampires before the Mechra came but these ones were different, they were more powerful than ever imagined, these vampires couldn’t just rend machines into wrecks but rip apart a town…there’s a 144’000 of them…
If they really wanted to, they could’ve crushed us all at the tower, why’d they stop…they hit the turrets, hit our patrol…I was still refitting, getting ready they would’ve had us…Something made them stop…whoever they were hunting must be the cause, must be a leader….
The She-Nephilms that hadn’t been able to retreat were amongst destroyed machines buried, brutal tears in the neck monstrous canines had dug into flesh,
Dried coppery of stains like circled where the bodies had laid, bits of grime covering rotted bone and flesh covered around burnt servos and cybernetics, bloodied exposed bone…
Joan shuddered in witness of it, it was a sight that had her worried, they were engaging an enemy they knew nothing about save for the Mechra,
The three girls laid to cover seeing the scorch marks lining any wall still standing, even bits of a skyscraper had collapsed from the fighting, the skies soared with lights of ships- lighter than a space vessel, dropships that continuously poured in reinforcements.
Most of the planet was involved in holding all of the invaders back, there was approximately 144,000 of them, an irregularly small unit concentrated in one location, they would be evading the enemy,
save for one underground, their target.
makeshift guerilla weapons was…disturbing to say the least in her eyes.
The three of them surfaced from bits of rubble bouncing around cover to cover.
The only thing illuminating the city from the lack of sky was the helmeted flames with plumes of smoke covering, the white marble straits stained in blood, dust and wreckage littering the space.
Fires arrayed in colors God hadn’t designed them to be put in,
purple and hellish dark crimson rose in the rubble, dancing across the carcasses of the blessed machines and the gods slaughtered by these beasts, their burning bodies pale with grievous wounds on their necks
It was something thermal that Joan could sense.
She was a Mark V Nephilm, designed to protect humanity. She was inferior to the Mechra that was obvious but that wasn’t in consideration now that she would be utilized to head into the underground.
Miriam looked over “Do we creep around? Should we engage at least some? –one of them?”
“Negative save ammo, stamina for target!” Joan bit quickly, and thundering forwards as her rifle came off her back
worried of what they may encounter should things go wrong, and they not make it in time. She knew animals like this could work fast,
even a lion returns to hunting after grievous but recoverable wounding, or at the revival of divine intervention….
Are what she considers in her thoughts as on cue her two sisters in the faith unholstered battle rifles as well.
Tightening fingers as armored fingers dig and squeeze into the grip of her rifle until she her aim shakes and she hears a crack of polymer handle, receiver struggling to resist her tension….
Squeezing until her knuckles whitened as she thought on the target, they keep moving but Miriam notices Joan’s tension…
“You ever wonder if the machines are a bit faulty? Are screws loose? Why don’t they just use this themselves? The Saturn’s damn fine too…. heck at the very least send more than three of us..” Miriam kids.
It has Joan remembering “We both know it’s too expensive, and it’s no better than if they fought with plasma, this is akin to a hyper individual assassination weapon. Maybe if it was regular vampires, but these are no normal vampires…” She sighs.
“Yeah but the average vampire could throw a car door like a discus, and lop a man’s torso off, I remember seeing many people die in the past like that.” Hera huffs breaking into conversation, knocking over some things as they continue
Ducking and diving around…
Joan looks back to her rifle
Stolen story; please report.
Strumming her thumb along the side, feeling the heat through her padded armored gauntlet, over the heated and polarized large rectangular glass windows with just barely visible bright orange energetic orbs humming, the rifle has the angular aerial shape
This weapon expected to avenge the blood of her gods by poisoning the blood and marrow of their killers
Before she had gone “This is one thing they have no cure….this is made by their own hands, we are hardly able to readily contain it except in these rifles, you are chosen to carry Excalibur Joan.” She had been told these words…
Hardly understood by her she still managed to learn key maintenance details of the weapon to know what she could or could not repair,\
It utilized an electromagnetic coil to propel with plasma in an electro-thermal-chemical weapon projectile system with velocity a bundle of nanites none of them bigger than a baby aphid but balled together they are in the shape of a bullet.
The group of them moved from cover to cover.
Their bodies and figures were lithe, fit even in their armor linked to implants two of them dashed past the remains of a gradeschool, bounded into the air over the walls like weightless dolls of cloth.
They heavy wall meant to stop escapes, they cleared it and the barbed wire about twenty feet, struck the ground and kept running.
They were moving to the location.
They were hardly Polarie even..they were the intermingling of gods and mankind they were the true nephilm…It gave Joan pride now…that she was stronger…she remembered the past to linger on what changed her
[…]
The cybernetic eyewear projected an internal reading of their temperature, condition of several other augmentation, state of their surface and subdermal plating and internal weaponry.
Each of the SHE-NEPHILM was a weapon..
They were being result of chemical, gene and cybernetic emplacements, each one treated like a defensive barrier to any weapon they might face or any enemy that may try to power through…
[=]Internally placed was rigorous wiring through the underneath portion of their body, some of it became lightly surface exposed wiring, segmented between their beautiful immaculate pearlscent white skin was long deep groves abyssal black in color contrasting, inbetween occasional glow emanating as their organic and cybernetics mingled.
Their bodies had been forever changed, their skeleton became as hard as titanium, and the metal of it had been strengthened, through a mixture of utilization of something passingly mentioned, their bones became quantum-entangled, a Decoherence relating them to a state in which they may have been smaller this allowed the power of a faux-smaller bone structure to be doubly strengthened.
Inside of their bodies was retinal displays implanted into cybernetic eyes long since replacing their hue’d often common baby-blues, it gave a read-out display of any weapon, object or device into their hands.
They had a wiring network in their skull to link to technology, a shifting corded drive that could be ripped out from their skull and attached to any opening, and an implant slotted into the back and base of her skull for delivering onboard-Mechra ai..the servants of her gods had even considered traveling in her mind…She had to be blessed.
Implanted throughout their body was flexible sub-dermal and surface plated armor, grafted above into key portions of their body to provide heavier armor, in training
measuring to take on small-arms and in best they glanced even some of the strongest in energy weapons and kinetic weapons available, a coilgun with 660 Grains traveling at 3,600 Feet per second damaged armor in enough time but was eventually stopped by subdermal plating
in their brains was an elastic fluid that steadily supplemented standard brain-fluid protecting the brain more heavily from standard impacts as well as providing enhanced value supercharging brain proteins and accelerating their drive,
a pen could drop five feet off the ground, and she could hear it touch the ground before it landed…
That fluid was supercharging them and the more they used their cybernetics the more the currents and latent energy source within expended it
it kept them from incurring brain damage from overextension of the mind linked to so many internal cybernetics and acted as a blanket shield from any sort of cybernetic-induced psychosis or traumatic episode,
Albeit it was powerful and resource-hungry to use and to make, it required a reactivation and charge of this fluid every ten years to keep its from losing its effect and fading away…
Joan had even had much of her redundant organs replaced with fortified, elastic replacements shipped from off-world and built-in zero-gravity facilities for delicate nature.
The entire chamber she’d been augmented in was like this, an artificial gravity chamber in that gigantic pyramidic tower, she was hoisted upon many cylinders in between them, segmented by ten inches apart covering her entire body's circumference.
Mechanical claws cut into her body, stripping her flesh, mind and even her psyche from the pain but she grew stronger, she was nearly ready to be martyred should they fail in the procedure, but they had not.
She awoke with not just the augmentations but greater augmentations.
Joan was now leaping bounds when she left, she was restless for a time…but now..
[..]
“Twenty-three feet.. Contact, two-thiry-one centimeter hostile.”
“Is it him!?” Hera assessed with her own eyes as that was tall for any of the Shocktroopers they encountered thus far and ran by…and there he was…
Dozens of heads with him as he walked from the depths Jacobs leader had been climbed back up toward the surface of the second heaven….
Their minds moved much faster than any panic, confusion and wash of failure that was starting in their chest.
They were swift…
Yet not Fast enough, before he reached the surface…. it took them time to reach the subway entrance, broken up by forced evasion halting from potential encounters with his better halfs,
when they reached the “emergency exit” which was “an entrance” fifteen feet tall and thiry feet wide often used to banished unbelievers and heretics to Unity… named ‘Jacobs Ladder’
They were witnessing him leave it, their target was already out and that was quicker than they were briefed, he was right there!
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In their sight they lined up, the three of them dashed away and watched him, they were watching and were worried..they heard the twitch of tongue as this beastly figure emerged in battered armor, he had that mobility pack they all had but it wasn’t working…or he couldn’t use it.
Scores of people emerged behind him…
The hunters become their prey; eyes trained like hawks, as they sally around one of the main buildings, repositioning on their flank as they watch them exit the subway,
In the ruins of a café-a shop with iconography of a pastry inside and out they duck down behind tables which are held up even with their weight and metal cybernetics that make all three girls heavy due to rubble and rocks around them.
The wall is missing and they’re together against three strangely perfectly lined up tables, it has Joan questioning the strangeness of that…
Joan nods to
Aleph leads a group of them one-twenty––no it’s––one-forty-four, people in general, tattered broken…worst of among them…
It’s not just him… the sight of another Shocktrooper doesn’t phase her but worst of all…
It’s one she knelt before, that human with the one who took her family..
“That treacherous evil broken god…” She utters under breath
The preacher
Will he die like man, and fall like the princes that surround and invade her city…when she shoots him?
