The Sentinel Fulcrum, 17: Abomination
03 Jan 2022Meowers
What the hell was going on? Ah, probably the most important question now. And, I guess, there's no answer on this one. So, my Imperial companion asked me about how I'm feeling. Ah, okay. Relatively. Could've been worse, hah. Blood-soaked and shot four times. Floating in adrenaline and painkillers. Hearing and feeling my own heartbeat. And that extra tranquiliser as well. Anyway, it takes more to stop me.
Yeah, I know. Emergency medication will wear off and it will be horrible. And also that 'aftermath' thing. Shit. I'm going to face the real hell that will happen in my own head. At least I'll be in the hospital with those wounds. Okay, let's think about here and now. And reload the rifle, hah. So, that wounded gunman was pressed up against the wall and nursing his arm. No efforts to run or fight. Ah, nonsense. Told Creamy that we should leave this place at once. He gladly agreed, but then... What the?!
The gunman junked and blood covered the inside of the mans' facemask. A long dark spike pushed out his chest. Creamys' helmet light turned the blood on it opaque, making the thing shine like an uncut ruby before it froze. The spike opened like a flower and pulled back stopping against the armoured chest pulling him back towards the bedroom. He clung onto Creamy, his voice on the open channel begging for help.
"Please. Don't let go. Don't let go!"
Whatever had him was too strong. Creamy held on grabbing the rail on the wall to stop him and the man being dragged away. The flower looking thing opened some more and that blue light glowed from within as it started spinning. Screaming over the comms filled my ears. I've seen how the goon was literally torn apart by that thing. Red mist filled the room, and then Creamy fell backwards, holding the gunmans' arm. It was still connected to the piece of torso with broken ribs sticking out of its side and internal organs slowly drifting away in zero gravity, leaving blood trails.
Creamy yelled over the comms that we should run to the cockpit. Hah. I had the better solution. My adrenalised heartbeat was just filling my ears from the inside. Immediately turning around, I fired a long burst from the hip. Plasma rounds instantly turned the dead body into a messy cloud of freezing blood and chunks of flesh, but..Was this thing using bodies as a cover? This..spike grabbed the body of a second gunman and my shots were stopped the same way.
And was it regenerating? Some of my shots hit the 'petals' of that 'flower'. I've clearly seen that dark green mess, that cloud of some substance. But then the blue glow covered the damaged parts, and those..silhouettes seemed intact again.
Then I heard Creamy's voice again. Ah, okay. Let's run for it. One more short burst at that thing to keep it busy enough and I was on my way out of this mess.
Speed wasn't a problem for Creamy, but it was for me after that encounter with the intruders. So, he was running forward and opening every door on my way. Well, normally, I'd rather become sarcastic or give him some history lessons, but..not when I'm that kind of mess. And, that..strange feeling... My heart was racing like mad, I heard that heartbeat, it was like... all over my body, I was ready to move damn mountains and then turn them inside out. And..No pain, only a bit of numbness. But when I was trying to do something, my right arm was really lacking its usual strength. Even the rifle recoil became an issue. Right leg was..slow and I barely could use it for moving forward, and I was..quickly running out of air to speak. Kind of... 'last stand cocktail' to die happily after using? Anyway, had two more doses of it in medport reserves. But, honestly, had no willing to be shot eight times more.
Ha. He was even grabbing my armour and pulling me through the doors.
Whatever was chasing us sounded like it was running on many footless legs.
We reached the Anaconda's bridge soon, and I had a few moments to catch my breath and..regain visual focus on things. Everything was..Fuzzy. And reddish a bit.
Forty seven rounds in the mag. Two full mags, eighty rounds each. I may try to blast that thing away. Just have to..aim better and use both hands. Also we could escape and vaporise that ship with that thing inside with Marshmallow's weapons. Hah, it won't take much time with that shieldless ship, only a pair of plasma charges into the power plant. But, he refused the second option, closing the bridge doors manually.
And then that thing showed up. It was big, filling the hallway. Looking like a sick hybrid of humanoid, spider, octopus and... a Thargoid? With an upright torso and a large flat broad arrow-shaped head. Two misshapen human eyes were near the tip of the things' head. It was ugly beyond any words. An incomprehensible combination of mutated limbs, spearlike wedges growing from everywhere, its head was like nothing I've seen before. And those two eyes, barely resembling human ones. It was walking on eight flexible limbs, looking like weird tentacles. And the greenish growths all over the body, with that flower-shaped thing on the torso. And it was big, almost as wide as the corridor, limbs and tentacles were sliding along the walls and floor, leaving green, fuming trails. And the glow, the same electric blue glow was..within it. Biological horror, nightmare from the unknown dimension, just one glance at it could petrify anybody, make them shake in fear, fill their souls with terror and despair.
Ah, it's good to be completely emotionless.
Aim. Pull the trigger. Hit the thing. Nothing can stop the overheated plasma. This time I was aiming better and using the holo-projector scope, almost every shot hit the target, ripping the green pieces off. Gladly noticed that successful hits were slowing the monster, and the damage was faster than its ability to regenerate. Damn, reloading could be a problem nevertheless.
Creamy leached back from the door closing wheel in fear, but the shots brought him back to now, and he span the wheel as fast as he could. As the doors were coming together, a thick grey stone-like javelin head jammed its self between the doors and started to split down it middle spilling an internal blue light.
More plasma bolts caused Creamy to look away when they exploded on the spearheaded wedge destroying some of it, and forcing the rest of it to retract. Then my companion finished closing the doors. The thing was throwing its self against the door with such force, it knocked Creamy back a few steps, and the thick blast resistant door buckled.
He was about to panic, but still made a request to shoot anything that breaches that door, and then shoot out the canopy as soon he reaches me. Hah! With pleasure.
Being that big made it an easy target. It has an unbelivable reaction, covering its body from my shots with limbs and petals of that flower..thing. And then it was regenerating them, irradiating that blue glow from its wounds. But it had to slow down to regenerate. And those dangerous limbs were used for hiding the body behind them. It was still vulnerable, successful shots were leaving horrible wounds, ripping the flesh off, causing vicious burns, its green blood was spilled everywhere and filled the air with freezing drops. Quick regeneration was a problem though, but... I will try. I'm always trying.
I looked at the ammo counter. Red text, "Armed/Rds:13". Had to reload. These rounds were only enough to fire a two seconds long burst. Also, I had to find a good firing position and use a bipod. At least that emergency cocktail was still giving its effect, albeit not that powerful. But, no pain from my wounds so far. Anyway, I'll check them and apply a bandage when we'll be far enough... Turning the pilot seat by ninety degrees, I've placed the rifle bipod on it and crouched behind.
Now anything that goes through that door will die.