— Alert: Communications Dampened — Panicked, he ordered half of the settlement’s drone defenses to Sector 3A:F8 and hoped it was more than enough to contain the problem. Then he activated Blood Mode on his Hallowed, and ordered them to defend his position to the death. Outside, hundreds of Hallo
She then sent another ping, this time at an unusually large engineer's workshop a dozen or so meters south of town hall. “I have detected signals from another partially-assembled Stormrider here,” Raijin said. “Please avoid damaging it.” “Wilco,” said Xylo. T-Rex appeared on Amelia’s comms displa
Planet Gromentok, Corlett System, Federal Colonial Territories The fighting was incredibly fierce along the settlement’s outskirts. While the sprawling settlement itself sat on a large hill, a couple of defensive lines completely encircled it along the bottom. Gunfire and beamcannons erupted from
Together, they took apart enemies of all sizes, even as they were pelted by their small arms fire. Bullets and slugs bounced off their armor and shields, which dented and damaged them slowly but surely. And as they pushed in further up the settlement, they ripped apart any of the defenders that sto
“Move!” cried Xylo. The four of them immediately broke out into a dash as scores of artillery drones below fired simultaneously. Their shells struck town hall with devastating power, and blasted it wide open. It was wrenched apart even wider with every shot that followed. The entire hill shook as
Mia slammed her fist down on the terminal in front of her, and shattered its screen to pieces. The terminal’s frame warped from the force as well, though it didn’t stop operating. A fractured report glitched out on its broken screen. “Say that again,” she growled. “A-apologies, Crusader,” said th
“Saw the logs myself,” replied the Chief Datacoder. “Everything was reinstalled from default using root restore commands. Can’t do that without approval from SecInt.” Mia immediately became heated once again, and her tone rose sharply. “You realize you’re insulting Father, right?!” she screamed.
Both corvettes and all four mecha were performing their usual armor reinforcement routines and complete out-of-combat repairs. Although these repairs were much slower than field repairs, they were able to completely mimic the material’s structural integrity and complexity exactly. Field repairs, fo