and I ran back behind the divider. Then we heard the explosion, fragmentation bouncing across the room.
“Aah...” we heard Ben Butler cry out.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
There was a five second pause.
“No…” Ben muttered.
“You’re alive!” Nevin said joyfully.
We ran back out from behind the divider. I fired the final rounds at an SAS and watched him fall. As I backpedaled I threw the assault weapon and hit an incoming Vorgian. I quickly pulled myself back behind the divider for cover. Nevin was fighting alone now, so I had to hurry. I was on the right side so I grabbed a laser rifle. The L-10’s battery was at one hundred percent charge. I ran back to the battle and fired beams of light into my foes. The rays of concentrated photons left large burns on them. The battery in the L-10 was old technology, leftover from the Vorgian Revolution. It had significantly less power than the modern L-101's in use by the Elonian Military. As a result, my stolen L-10 fell to forty-four percent battery power before long.
Then, three Vorgian SAS armed with L-10’s charged in the room. Nevin ducked and put his burst rifle in front of his face. A laser beam punched into the weapon, melting critical parts and leaving it useless. However, the beam did not penetrate the entire weapon. Nevin stood up, tried to shoot, and nothing happened. I managed to take out one of the SAS though another one took a shot at Ben, striking him in the hand.
I returned fire, hitting the SAS in the face. Nevin had managed to grab an assault rifle and push forward. Some of the Vorgians were retreating down the hall, though plenty more were coming. I grabbed onto one of the last surviving Vorgians in the room.
“What’s the code to this door?”
“I won’t tell you, ”he said.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned as I pointed my L-10 at his face.
“Fine… its 1-2-6-1…” he reluctantly said.
“Go!” I screamed as I let go of him.
He quickly went toward the oncoming Vorgians. I entered the code into the control panel for the blast door and it began to close. Several bullets flew by my head as it descended, until at last, the blast door sealed. Nevin let his arms rest, dropping them to his sides. I looked around, nervous of the possibility of more Vorgians. Nevin and I returned to the armory quickly.
“They’re are probably going to reopen the doors soon,” Nevin told me.
“I know.”
“Let’s get some launchers,” I suggested. “Grab some Sparkers.” I ordered, referring to the nickname given to the rockets.
Sparky Industries, a massive weapons industry based out of the Elonian planet of Elphera initially produced them, though their simple design soon became commonplace on both sides of the conflict.
We ran over to the rocket launchers and both grabbed one. Then we grabbed some rockets labeled with big white letters spelling ”Sparky Industries.” We quickly moved back to the transition room between the armory and the blast door. We each aimed the one-barreled rocket tubes toward the door.
The door began to slide open. Nevin and I unleashed the first volley of rockets through the opening. The waves of Vorgians flew backward as the impact of the two rockets erupted with explosive force. Inside the tube the second rockets slid into place. The second volley soared out of the tubes. Then, the Vorgians opened fire. Bullets pinged off the wall behind us as we reversed. I fired the last of three rockets at the Vorgian assault.
We pulled back into the armory and entered the code.
“1…2…6…1…” I murmured as I punched in the numbers.
The door closed and I began sliding three more Sparkers in the tube.
“Ben…it’s gonna be OK,” I told him.
“I doubt it. This mission has had more snags than just about any I’ve ever been on,” he groaned.
With our launchers pointed at the small doorway, Nevin and
“Aah...” we heard Ben Butler cry out.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
There was a five second pause.
“No…” Ben muttered.
“You’re alive!” Nevin said joyfully.
We ran back out from behind the divider. I fired the final rounds at an SAS and watched him fall. As I backpedaled I threw the assault weapon and hit an incoming Vorgian. I quickly pulled myself back behind the divider for cover. Nevin was fighting alone now, so I had to hurry. I was on the right side so I grabbed a laser rifle. The L-10’s battery was at one hundred percent charge. I ran back to the battle and fired beams of light into my foes. The rays of concentrated photons left large burns on them. The battery in the L-10 was old technology, leftover from the Vorgian Revolution. It had significantly less power than the modern L-101's in use by the Elonian Military. As a result, my stolen L-10 fell to forty-four percent battery power before long.
Then, three Vorgian SAS armed with L-10’s charged in the room. Nevin ducked and put his burst rifle in front of his face. A laser beam punched into the weapon, melting critical parts and leaving it useless. However, the beam did not penetrate the entire weapon. Nevin stood up, tried to shoot, and nothing happened. I managed to take out one of the SAS though another one took a shot at Ben, striking him in the hand.
I returned fire, hitting the SAS in the face. Nevin had managed to grab an assault rifle and push forward. Some of the Vorgians were retreating down the hall, though plenty more were coming. I grabbed onto one of the last surviving Vorgians in the room.
“What’s the code to this door?”
“I won’t tell you, ”he said.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned as I pointed my L-10 at his face.
“Fine… its 1-2-6-1…” he reluctantly said.
“Go!” I screamed as I let go of him.
He quickly went toward the oncoming Vorgians. I entered the code into the control panel for the blast door and it began to close. Several bullets flew by my head as it descended, until at last, the blast door sealed. Nevin let his arms rest, dropping them to his sides. I looked around, nervous of the possibility of more Vorgians. Nevin and I returned to the armory quickly.
“They’re are probably going to reopen the doors soon,” Nevin told me.
“I know.”
“Let’s get some launchers,” I suggested. “Grab some Sparkers.” I ordered, referring to the nickname given to the rockets.
Sparky Industries, a massive weapons industry based out of the Elonian planet of Elphera initially produced them, though their simple design soon became commonplace on both sides of the conflict.
We ran over to the rocket launchers and both grabbed one. Then we grabbed some rockets labeled with big white letters spelling ”Sparky Industries.” We quickly moved back to the transition room between the armory and the blast door. We each aimed the one-barreled rocket tubes toward the door.
The door began to slide open. Nevin and I unleashed the first volley of rockets through the opening. The waves of Vorgians flew backward as the impact of the two rockets erupted with explosive force. Inside the tube the second rockets slid into place. The second volley soared out of the tubes. Then, the Vorgians opened fire. Bullets pinged off the wall behind us as we reversed. I fired the last of three rockets at the Vorgian assault.
We pulled back into the armory and entered the code.
“1…2…6…1…” I murmured as I punched in the numbers.
The door closed and I began sliding three more Sparkers in the tube.
“Ben…it’s gonna be OK,” I told him.
“I doubt it. This mission has had more snags than just about any I’ve ever been on,” he groaned.
With our launchers pointed at the small doorway, Nevin and
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