The Sentinel Fulcrum, 15: Shattered
27 Dec 2021Meowers
The puzzle was resolved now... Yeah, that damn contract was a dupe. I've remembered every single detail..when he told me about that Alliance's wonder weapon or something... They needed me. They needed to lure me here and, make that... Sacrifice. Or whatever. To that..dormant Guardian machine. Like a revenge or..something. For ruining their secret plans..Ssshit. Why the heck they sent..A research vessel to the battlefield? I'll never attack someone..who fights against the Thargoids.
And... Their leader had that..prosthetic arm. Hah. Was that his 'research' ship that I've blown out of the sky? Yeah, hah. So..had no chance to recognise that arm..looking through the bloody haze in the helmet, and..everything is so blurred, but now.. It was glowing. Is it was because of being close to that.. Altar-machine or..Crap, can't see, blood, dammit... But looks like it.. Something was activated in it. It was.. Opening? Without any... command. Without any buttons pressed... Shit, weird, and... what 'host'?
'Living host'... Shit... Me?. Host...for what?. That weird blue thing that needs... Blood? My blood?
I'll be the host... Ah, come on. Whatever you are. Come on. You shit.
Just..Enter my head. Yeah. Do it. Just try. Meld with my thoughts, feel them. Get to know them. You will die.
You will crave for death to be free from them. I promise. I, ffff..., promise it.
If my final battlefield will be.. my own mind...Hah. I know the place too well. Nobody's going to win that one.
Here comes the knife...Visor release button...
Ssshit, damn it, sshit that's...Cold! Hhhhate when it's...
Cold!
Don't...don't open...don't breathe...pressure...sssshit, hold it, hold it, don't move...he..he needs me alive...
Come on you sucker, whatever you are, come on, you Guardian-Thargoid-whatever crap, I'm ready!..
What...what...He... closed it? My helmet? What?.. Why..The blood...Yeah..blood. It was all over this..thing. My blood..that... Went out of the helmet with the air... Pressure...Normalising now...
Uh..So, it was quite painful, and that freezing air.. My vision was blurred, dizzy, I couldn't focus on anything, that piercing pain was...Tolerable, but still hard enough. Armour protected me well to remain functional even after four hits, hah, even tried to escape, those mercs had a hard time holding me, even when I was wounded...But now... Damn, that was too much..
That their boss..Looks like he was..Confused? Disappointed? Nothing happened. That machine was covered with my blood...and just..no reaction from it. Not even a flash or a blip or something. But, hah... He was upset. Nervous... Mumbling something.. So, he commanded those mercs to pull me up..Ffff...Why you have to punch me again, you shit...
He asked me about killing that Creamy guy... And.. Well, before I had a chance to say at least anything...
I heard that Imperial accent...