The Last Arclite Chapter 8

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite
Chapter 8 Last Mission

1440 Hours

Florida

Near destroyed Black-Tech compound

Z just looked on in shear horror as the 32 Goliaths armed with mounted cannons (like miniature mass drivers) initiated the cannons, they came out of a forearm slot on the Goliaths right.

Z jumped right back over the makeshift barricade of sandbags, and reinforced steel plates into the trenches. Immediately debris was flying all over the marines on the front line. Tracer bullets barely whipping overhead.

“Launch the Therions! I repeat launch the Therions!” Z yelled into his throat microphone.

Z then armed his weapon and looked at the front line marines, all of them where probably less then 22 years of age, there where 15 of them. Not including Burst who had run up to the second barrier.

“Ok marines fire and for gods sakes keep your heads down!”

Just like that, the front line marines including Z were firing at the incoming Goliaths, who seemed relatively unaffected by the hail of gunfire from the marines.

Tracer bullets from both sides fired, man vs machine.

Man was completely overwhelmed right away three marines were ripped apart, poking their heads out for just a moment to long. Tracer bullets hit the Goliaths but none hit the weak points in the eye piece.

50 yards away

Four more marines down, one of them was next to Z and his head just exploded into a sick scene of blood and gore, splattering Z’s shoulder plate.

25 yards

Z looked at what was left, eight marines.

“Retreat to second barrier! I have cover fire! GO GO!”

Burst and the other 31 marines on the second barrier were already firing down at the Goliaths, for what little good it would do. Two marines attempted to get to the large turrets but never got more then 10ft from them.

Z laid down suppressive fire so that the first four marines could retreat, but the trench was elevated and they were exposed for about 10ft because the 2nd barrier was higher then the first.

Z turned around to send the next four when he saw the four bodies of the previous marines riddled with bullet holes sprawled in awkward positions against the walls of dirt.

10 Yards

The bolt of Z’s rifle locked back
*Click* Click* Click*

“Damn it I’m dry!”

The same sound could barely be heard across the last four marines. They had also run out.

The last four marines sat huddled as they pulled out their pistols.

Heavy cannon fire was still raining all around them destroying the walls, ripping the sandbags apart.

Z reached to his thigh holster and pulled out a combat knife.

Then a series of shadows passed over the survivors of the front line, not from the front, but from the back…

Z looked up in time to see a few Therions leaping over.

“Thank god, just in time I wonder what took so damn long”

Burst jumped down from the second barrier with a S-14 in each hand.

“Where’d you go you wussy?”

Burst snorted. “There was a better view up top. Besides someone had to command the top troops. I heard some gunfire from past the third barrier near the landing though.”

“Yea okay”

“Z I think you want to watch this”

Z looked over and what he saw made him hold his breath.

There were 32 Goliaths and 14 Therions exactly. While the Goliaths were built for heavy assault and somewhat close combat. The Therions where designed completely for unarmed combat. The Goliaths must have run out of ammunition because they had stopped shooting.

The Therions and Goliaths were measuring each others strengths and deciding how best to rid themselves of each other.

The sight caught the eyes of the surviving marines, including team silence who where looking over the third barrier.

The 32 Goliaths split into two groups of 16 trying to surround the 14 Therions. Then four Therions ran off, and another four in the opposite direction, leaving six Therions in the middle of 32 Goliaths. The Therions where much, much more agile then the Goliaths and luckily for the Therions the Goliaths had run out of ammunition in their arm cannon otherwise this would be a very different picture.

Then the six remaining Therions scattered in random directions and in a blur of motion the others did the same. The Goliaths could only watch as they were huddled into one place.

Then just like that the Therions had surrounded the Goliaths. The Therions were much smaller along with fiercer.

Then like a pack of wild dogs four Therions moved in on a Goliath that was less then a foot away from the rest of his pack.

The Goliath was dragged as it desperately tried to fight off the four Therions. Then four more conformed around it. A series of metal crushing metal and sparks flew out. A arm piece was removed and the head was twisted off in the clutter. The Goliath never stood a chance.

Seeing what was happening the 31 remaining Goliaths all charged at the Therions at one point.

It was chaos.

The Therions that had ripped apart the helpless Goliath were now coming to the aid of their counterparts. Not because they cared, but because without them they would be completely outnumbered. The fight was on.

At first it seemed the Goliaths were going to win. As they outnumbered the Therions and were bigger. A Therion desperately held its own against three Goliaths, killing one only to be impaled and ripped in two by another from behind. Three Therions had started to work together and entered the clutter only to drag a Goliath out of the fight and rip it apart.

The fight continued, Goliath’s held a good fight but in the end more Goliaths had fallen then Therions.

In the end there were just the three grouped Therions and a remaining Goliath.

The Goliath was injured and so was one of the Therions. The three Therions attacked together. One punched the Goliath in the shoulder and was then tossed over the Goliaths shoulder. The injured one tackled the Goliath in its chest plate only to have its head crushed by its fist. The second stood there waiting for the first one to get back up.

The Therions split up and one attacked the Goliath from the front, the Therion exchanged quick blows with its deadly spike scythe with the Goliath’s own Scythe. The other Therion climbed on the Goliaths back and began to rip its head off when the Goliath initiated the spikes on its back, making the Therion go limp.

The Therion slid of the Goliath hitting the dirt kicking it up, just adding to the scenery of the other dead mechs.

One on one, a clean fight.

The Therion stepped forward and side kicked the Goliath denting the chest plate slightly. The Goliath stepped backwards and side stepped with its right elbow spike, jamming it into the Therions left shoulder.

The Therion was raised up by the Goliath in the air and as the Goliath raised its left arm to finish the Therion.

“Inferior Programming” Is what came out of the Therion

The Goliath tilted its head momentarily.

In that instant state of hesitation the Therion took its feet and wrapped them around the Goliaths arm, turning it and ripping out the elbow spike that had stuck itself in its shoulder plate, along with the Goliaths whole arm.

Sparks came flying as the Therion landed on its back along with the Goliaths arm.

The Goliath turned to look at its damaged arm, and turned back in time to see the Therion’s spike entering its chest, and ripping upwards cutting the Goliaths upper body in half.

The Therion walked back towards the barricade. Its hydraulic legs creating a sense of security amongst the surviving marines.

Z spoke to the Therion

“Good job, sentry mode”

“Sentry mode initiated”

The Therion walked away and retrieved an M-30 and began patrolling the surrounding area.

The Helicopter finally came and Z walked to the landing Zone behind the barricade.

Z patted Burst on the back, who was finally holstering his Desert eagles.

“Lets go team, what the hell is that?”

Z looked at three overturned hummers and a bunch of scattered bodies riddled with
bullets.

Wolf looked at Z “Some Black-Tech guys tried to ambush the landing zone but we took care of them pretty easily, they were just SEAL’s”

“I didn’t know Black-Tech had a SEAL team”

Wolf turned to Z “We didn’t know about the Goliaths either did we?”

“That’s true, lets get out of here”

The whole team entered the helicopter.

As soon as Z walked in a call came and Wolf handed the receiver to Z.

“Yes sir….where? Hazzard…. Yes sir…. New sector?…movement?…of course sir.”

Z put down the receiver and exhaled, his whole team was looking at him.

Echo looked down. “We have another mission don’t we?”

Z nodded.

“GOD DAMN IT, we’ve been on duty for months! We have lives too!” Burst was smashing his fist on the cockpit of the chopper.

Wolf was up and getting his equipment ready in the locker. “What’s the mission?”

“Base says we’re switching priority to escort a hybrid named Hazzard right now, the Syndicate is using him to get another hybrid named Genesis back from the new sector. Second, the corporations are getting a large scale movement ready to colonize the new sector; we are supposed to go in, in around 3 weeks to scout the land, put down resistance and all that good stuff.”

Wolf spoke without turning still looking at his equipment “At least we have down time after we drop this Hazzard guy off”

Echo looked up “Hooyah…”

The chopper flew off in the distance over the burning horizon.

Sector 1

1515 hours

Outskirts of tribal camp

Arena

Xander’s arm came down whipping past the air.

Lorn was quick to attack, as soon as Xander had said begin he was already running towards Overdose with his double edged scythe.

Overdose drew his swords one held out in front and the other in his right hand ready to counter attack.

Lorn jumped in the air and slashed from right to left barely missing Overdose who had barely managed to move.

Overdose was rolling on his side and got up quickly. It seems his body had adjusted to the gravity rather quickly.

Overdose got back to his stance just as Lorn stepped forward swiping with each step. Every time Lorn would plant one foot down and swipe forcefully, each time Overdose barely reflecting it.

They were kicking the dust around them, creating sparks along the way.

Lorn stepped again swiping from left to right the momentum causing him to swing a little farther then before. Overdose saw his chance and jabbed his sword towards the Arclites face.

Lorn bent down quickly and did a side kick, causing Overdose to fall on his back. Lorn raised his scythe just as Overdose turned himself over on his stomach, raised his feet and pushed himself off with his massive arms. Causing him to kick Lorn with both his feet in the chest.

It looked like an acrobat show.In another display of hybrid agility he grabbed Lorn’s legs from under him and pulled them forcefully causing Lorn to land on his back, with Overdose on top for the moment. Both had lost their main weapons, Overdose turned and punched Lorn in the face but Lorn just lifted Overdose and tossed him 10ft easily. Overdose slid on his shoulder.

Lorn got to his feet and drew one of the small axes and threw it at Overdose.

“S***!”

Overdose turned and just like that blood sprayed the ground behind him.

“Wow now you just pissed me off”

Overdose looked at his left shoulder and saw the axe had stuck itself nice and cozy in there. He grabbed its handle and pulled it out as he screamed. The blood was dripping down his chest.

Lorn drew his other axe and started to run towards Overdose.

Overdose chucked the axe to the ground and stood his ground.

As Lorn came in with his axe in the air ready to strike Overdose, Overdose squatted and came up quickly tackling Lorn in the chest causing him to drop the axe and fly backwards. As Lorn was in midair Overdose grabbed Lorn’s neck with his right hand and turned so that he was facing the same direction Lorn’s right shoulder was facing. Overdose shoved his left elbow into Lorn’s stomach sending him straight down.

As soon as Lorn hit the ground he grabbed Overdose’s ankle and swung him as he lifted himself up. Overdose flew headfirst for 30ft until he rolled like a rag doll in the dirt.

“Piece of s***…” Was all he could mumble through the dirt.

Then all of a sudden Overdose twitched and his veins began to expand.
Hybrid rush was taking effect, he was feeling the blood on his shoulder dry up and the pain was gone.

Overdose got up and cracked his neck, putting it back in place. Took a deep breath and charged at Lorn.

Xander perched up from his seat a little, this was getting interesting.

When an Arclite comes to a certain age they can start to see an aura of energy. The older the Arclite the easier it is to see. Xander couldn’t see the aura very well, but he could already tell that the prophets aura was greater then Lorn’s.

Lorn also began to charge at Overdose. Both pulling their fists back, only Overdose had his left hand in front, and deflected Lorn’s punch, giving him his own. The impact was literally bone crushing. A smash was heard and for a moment the whispers from the spectating Arclites was hushed.

Overdose didn’t let up, he then turned sideways and grabbed Lorn’s left arm pulling it out of its shoulder blade. Then giving him another side punch to the left side of his head. Overdose then grabbed his neck being careful not impale himself on the Arclites head spikes. He then looked up at Xander.

Lorn began gasping for air.

Xander raised his hand “Enough”

Overdose let go of his immensely powerful grip and Lorn fell to the dirt gasping for air.

For the first time Overdose noticed that the Arclite had little slits where the nose should be. Right now they were clearly visible, Overdose guessed they must open when they are fatigued or something.

The Arclites around the Gauntlet began to howl and stomp the ground.

Dust then emerged from behind Xander’s throne and spoke. Xander looked forward and nodded his head at the whispers.

“I sense evil inside this one Xander, I feel it is not smart to tell him of our ways.”

“Child he is a prophet, he could do no harm to us, Legendary has spoken of the prophets that will change the tide of the wars I trust in what he has said”

“Xander do not mistake my faith, I only feel it is not wise to merely hand all knowledge of our past to a stranger”

“Child do not worry Legendary would never misguide us, his word has led us through the worst before has he not?”

“Yes Xander, I apologize”

“Leave me now I have matters to discuss with the prophet”

“As you wish”

Dust left and as he did stared at Overdose with a sense of disgust along with four other Arclites.

Overdose saw him stare and returned it, a chill went down Overdose’s spine.

“Well done, you have proven yourself worthy of our knowledge”

“Sounds good to me”

Everyone left the Gauntlet and soon, the torches went out and all around the Gauntlet was dark, silent, cold.

[KiwiNZ]

Hmmm. Good fight at the end. So now Overdose actually causes the tribe to separate in two motions. That can't be all that good, unless he can manage to somehow re-unite them by proving his worthiness.

Looking foward to the next chapter.

[-=Legendary=-]

Apology to those following my story.

Although I have been writing chapter 9 its a little difficult to entangle what I want into the story. So I have been writing and erasing alot. I recently just got grounded for the weekend and have decided to devout myself entirely to my story.

So I will either come out with a few chapters or a very very long chapter 9. thanks for ur support readers.

-L

[KiwiNZ]

[Captain Chris sTc]

i'm not fussed if it takes 3 weeks or 3 months. as longs as it is good, which from you is with out question. take as long as you need. and i look forward till the next episode,

who are we to dictate the time of each piece.
me who can't keep up.

[bunk]

Looking for the next chapter

[-=Legendary=-]

Thanks guys thats just the kind of motivation I need



-L