Attack on Site 14

by Wolf478 Fri Oct 02, 2020 3:09 am

Attack on Site 14

“Get on the bloody ground!” Someone shouted, and so the grey fox apprehensively obliged, finding himself slamming chin-first into a pool of his own blood. He bit his tongue, hard. The flood of copper in his mouth was hard to distinguish whether it was coming from inside or outside of his closed lips but it was sign enough that he hadn’t severed his tongue. Something exploded on the other side of the thin chipboard and felt office divider, sending shreds of flaming wood and fabric hurtling over the top of the Mobian’s head. “Empire forces are inside the building!” The same voice called, only to be interrupted by the sound of crunching metal and a soft thump. The Fox hazarded a look up to the source of the noise, only to have one of his many current fears fully realised: the soldier was dead. In the soldiers place in the centre of the foxes vision: an orbinaut, likely 20 metres further back than the bloodied corpse of the soldier, and still with 3 heavy spiked balls whipping about it with vicious intent. One of soldiers who had dropped besides the Fox threw themselves back up into a standing position, flicking the safety off of their rifle and opening fire on the machine as it floated dangerously towards the two of them. Somewhere else in the office block a newtron materialised and slit a throat, invoking a burst of vain gunfire and more panic. The soldier used a foot to kick the fox’s body up off of the floor and onto his feet, “Get out, professor!” She barked, lead ringing out of her rifle as yet another office divider soared overhead. The Fox gave his saviour a nod and turned as another heavy spiked ball from the orbinaut slammed into her. There was another explosion, the orbinaut bursting into flames as the soldier’s last bullets finally caught up to the mechanism.

The Fox leapt over another downed soldier as they were flung into a messy heap by the explosion of a detonating caterkiller. He tried to turn in time to pick up the rifle that clattered to the floor besides the downed military operative, but was forced to turn again and make haste as another spiked metal ball flew past his head, nicking and tearing off his coats collar as well as a fair streak of shoulder fur and flesh. A purple conglomerate or spiked balls emerged from around the corner of a booth as he barrelled past; another one or the insectoid caterkiller machines. It was far too busy chasing a firing soldier to stop and notice the Fox, but with an orbinaut hot on his tail and multiple fires started by the increasing number of downed robots, the scientist had no time to rest. He dodged a concrete column, only to have it shattered into a concord of debris as the fourth and final orbinaut missile blasted it to smithereens.

“Darken, pick up a gun and do your duty!” A particularly angry soldier said, interjecting in a rain of wood chips as a caterkiller suicided barely feet away from them and they themselves stepped out in front of the Fox. “Here, take thi-“ the soldier said, initially motioning to hold a sidearm out to the Researcher before a newtron entered existence behind them. The Fox watched in horror as a single metal finger rent the soldiers neck in twain and dropped the human to the ground, only for the Android chameleon clinging to the remains of a support column to focus its sensors on the Fox himself. “Bugger.” He shouted, not concerned with bothering any of his co-workers right now with a bit of noise as hails of gunfire sounded from all over the office block. The professor took the handgun he had been offered by the now deceased officer and bolted for the emergency stairwell. A caterkiller slumped its way out from behind an office divider and began making its way after another soldier before turning to see the solitary fox and changing its focus.

The researcher swung the pistol in the direction of the purple droid and pulled the trigger thrice, not bothering to check if it was in automatic, and while the second shot missed, the third managed to sever half of the droid’s functional body completely off. The Fox was able to leap over the remaining near-detonation caterkiller and throw himself down the first flight of stairs. The professor landed with an ear-ringing slam as his body collided with the concrete landing halfway down the stairwell, he was unable to stop himself at the door and sensibly approach the stairwell. To add insult to injury, the Fox had made the mistake of keeping his finger in the trigger and emptied a round into the top of his GUN boot. The steel plating was good to stop an assault rifle round, but the higher caliber handgun round pierced and found itself instead lodged in the rubber sole. He let out a cry of pain as a spear of shock wracked his head from the impact and as his foot burned from the gunshot wound. The fox abandoned the pistol, throwing one hand up onto the rail and limping himself along the concrete landing before stumbling back down due to the force of the new skull-splitting headache. There was a rumbling from the office floor only a few steps above him where he had just come from, and an explosion threw an entire office worth of splinters and wayward shredded steel down into the space where he had first landed. The Fox clawed his way to the next flight of stairs downward with one hand, trying to no avail to alleviate the migraine now in full swing.

There were footsteps from somewhere up above him, a few floors higher in the stairwell, “Get the bastard!” Someone shouted, and a purple blur flew past down the centre opening of the stairwell, followed by a loud clunk as it hit one or the bannisters and blew into pieces. “Soldiers! This is-“ the Fox tried to call up to them, only to fall victim to the pain coursing through his body. “Is that civilian?” A voice said loudly above, but the Fox was unable to respond, and instead tumbled down the next flight of stairs as a misjudged heave moved him a little too close to the edge of the stairwell section. The Fox growled in frustration, feeling his foot and grazed shoulder begin to burn.

He let out a roar, deeper than someone of his size should be able to produce, then with whatever strength he could muster, tried to lift himself up and over the stairwell railing. “Not now!” The Fox growled animalistically as he felt the shredded lab coat hung in his torso begin to fill out. “Make a retreat to the roof!” He called to the soldiers who had been getting closer, before spotting the newtron that’d given him chase finally emerge from the open doorway. It was too late now for the droid, as the grey foxes eyes milked from white to black and his fur began to swell and bubble. The professor let out a growl of frustration, for his body was transforming. His feet burst out from the steel clad boots, and the navy trousers erupted in swathes of grey fur. The Fox was now double in size. The lab coat tore and fell from the professors shoulders until finally the creature was well over 3 metres in height, and had the frame of a hulking monster. He let out one final roar before throwing himself down the centre chute of the stairwell, grabbing onto, and ripping out, a bannister further down along the descent to break his fall a little. The first thing the creature saw upon reaching the ground floor was another orbinaut, beginning to make its ascent, and so it took action, lunging for the machine and tearing the spinning satellites away from the drones magnetic field, so as to stop it from being able to defend itself from the foxes now enormous claws.

With 6 swipes of the enormous beast’s monolith hands, the first 4 tearing away the machine’s orbiting weapons and the last 2 on it’s small spherical body, the orbinaut was nothing more than a pile of shrapnel on the bottom of the stairwell, and so the professor galloped his way towards the building lobby to finally make an exit.