All Chapters of Games of Invictus: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Blue fire burned the air, waves of plasma emanating from the lines of Aegis.I swerved my Spartan to one side, ducking behind the brunt of a Barricade and joining the rushing tide of mechs."Those cannons are going to tear my shield apart before I can reach them!" Sojwa shouted. Her Xiezhi was near the front of the charge, using its damaged silver shield to deflect the tide of plasma."We have to get closer, fast!" Kitt exclaimed. Even over the comms I could hear the impact of plasma striking his Barricade."I've got a bead on one of the Legions at the back," Alyx declared. Her Valkyrie hung near the far left edge of the pack, distancing herself from other mechs to make shooting easier."Keep your sight on Draco instead!" I shouted. "If he stops hiding behind his soldiers, take the shot!"By now we had closed the distance to around one-hundred meters, but the torrent of plasma showed no signs of slowing. The shouting in my ear became increasingly desperate as shields were chipped away

Draco stared down the battlefield at me. I could almost see his face through the armour plating of his mech, creased with tension. My knuckles were white on the Spartan's controls.He was piloting a new mech with multiple powerful abilities. Dangerous, but untested. I controlled one of the strongest mechs in the history of the Iron War, but I was already damaged from the earlier battle."Phalanx," I called, "how much more damage can I take?""Your armour is at fifty percent integrity," Phalanx replied.Fifty percent armour integrity was all that stood between me and sudden death. Draco and I stood at odds, frozen in the moment before combat. Who would break the calm?Draco inhaled, a small, slight gasp."I-"I launched into the air with a cry of rage. My HUD flashed to life, targeting systems active. My rocket launchers blazed a burning line of fire through the air, striking the ground, just as Fisk's Pantheon propelled itself skyward, soaring far past me and smashing into the sand at

The dropships descended, tossing swaying shadows on the ground like circling vultures. I shielded my eyes as Dropship 13 blasted me with sand, its repulsor engines blowing some of the smaller debris off of my Spartan.Led by Draco's chosen Commander, the remainder of Axion's strike force had left shortly after I'd taken Draco down, leaving behind their mechs in favour of a quick retreat. Clean-up had begun, with the wreckage of enemy mechs being taken for study or for evidence.Doctor Dan Stonewood, always brave, had volunteered to enter the Terminus in a Hazmat suit to document the ship and match the blueprints. With it, we could irrefutably prove Axion's involvement in the creation of Terminus and expose crimes they had almost succeeded in committing. With any luck, this would bring about an end to the United States' attack on Russia-without their top contractor, the creation of mechs would stall.Of course, it wasn't over yet. Even with Axion no longer stoking the fires of war, a R

The wind left my lungs with a hiss of breath.Moments later, my back struck the ground with an agonizing thud.I lay there for a moment, gasping, unable to breathe. As I did so, I took stock of my situation.My left ear rang, but my head was clear. This wasn't the first time in the past week that I'd been hit by an explosion. I could still see, which was good. Unfortunately, however, the full ache in my ribcage told me that I would be suffering the moment my adrenaline wore off.Panic cut through the pain of my impact, a hot knife through my mind. The others! Taking slow, deep breaths, I pulled myself to my feet, my aching muscles protesting all the way. I stood, staring around the hangar, searching frantically through the smoke.Kedrick lay on the ground beside me, holding his elbow, and Alyx was dragging herself to her feet, ignoring a gash on her forehead.I could hardly hear Alyx's shout over the alarms. It was like every word was being shouted through water."What the hell was th

"I see our way out!" Dan shouted. He had dropped his crutch for speed and now leaned on Lucas for support.Dan gestured towards the far left side of the hangar floor-falling debris had split the ground apart, but had left one of the service catwalks relatively unharmed. The stainless steel walkway still spanned the entire platform, uniting the two broken halves.Across the chasm, Dropship 13 sat, undamaged, atop its landing platform, mechs still inside. Many of the people we'd been celebrating with minutes prior were boarding nearby dropships, escaping the destruction.We raced across the hangar, clamouring up the ladder and onto the catwalk. Far below our feet, the Firmament's ocean trench roiled as debris filled the water."We'll go first," Lucas declared. "Once I reach the dropship I can get us in the air in one minute flat."Lucas, unaffected by heights, helped his brother across the catwalk. The moment they were across safely I moved to follow them but was stopped by a hand on my