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Chapter 3.2: Fight with huskies and defuse bombs.
The train rolled steadily, the engines humming faintly, and I peered at the platform emerging from the twilight. The optics of the rifle already made it possible to see the synthetics involved in installing bombs, but it was still too far for targeted shooting.
"Geth's on the platform. They're doing something with..." I peered at the elongated cylindrical device, identified it from the recipient's memory, and asked a sacramental question, catching Geth in the crosshair.
"Who can deactivate the "Aen-3" bomb?" A shot, the butt pushed into the shoulder. The Geth collapsed to the floor, visibly sparking.
"I can." Ashley replied softly.
Shot, shot. The squeak of an overheated weapon. The rifle cooled down, to catch the creature in sight, a shot. The train was slowing down, automatically braking between the platforms. The Geth became animated, and bright lines of queues stretched out in our direction, perfectly visible at dusk. There it is, the muzzle sticking out over the box! The black head was caught in the crosshair, shot. The head disappeared somewhere behind the fence. The recharge beep.
Ashley and Kayden escaped from the train onto the platform. The first bomb was practically under their feet. The woman bent down, and the omni-tool lit up...
"Commander Shepard, it's seventeen minutes on the timer!"
"Well, move it!" The rifle poked into his shoulder. "Kayden, Darg, check the transition!"
Alenko and Ithor darted up the stairs, Dylan, crouching behind the barrier, quickly examined the platform drowning in twilight, shooting Geth behind the box.
"Clear!" He reported.
"I see two more bombs!" said the biotic.
The lights on the first bomb went out, and the panel collapsed.
"The first one is ready!"
Ashley, ducking, ran after Darg and Alenko, and I noticed movement in the dense shadow of the box. A rifle roared loudly in my ear, and the recoil pushed the weapon into my shoulder. Geth fell, rolling out into the passage.
"I'm disabling the second one!" Ashley's voice was dry, trembling slightly with tension.
"The second one is ready!" Alenko's voice sounded in the headphones.
Darg and Kayden ran forward, peering behind every box, behind every support, clearing their side of the station from the Geth. A little ahead, the platform descended by a wide staircase to a loading dock, on which, as far as I know, there should be a lighthouse. I moved on, standing at a huge spacer, inspecting the construction site through the optics of a sniper rifle. The gathering dusk plunged the station into darkness, complicating my task: for some reason, the lighting did not turn on.
"The third one is ready!" Kayden reported. "There are six minutes on the timer!"
"Darg, check the platform to the end." I ordered.
The fighter slipped into the darkness between the huge containers, shots were fired, a moment of silence and a natural scream:
"Another one!"
Ashley took off from a low start like a runner on the finish line, securing the shotgun on her back. I put the sniper rifle in the back grip, removing the Nihlus assault rifle that had taken its place.
Gesturing for Dylan to follow me, I ran across the narrow metal bridge, exiting onto the already rebuilt part of the passenger platform, still cluttered with containers and construction materials.
Dylan crouched by a block of metal sheeting wrapped in film, gesturing that there was an enemy somewhere ahead. I nodded, turned behind a huge container, and saw Geth, standing slightly in front of me, whirling around and raising his weapon.
Why hasn't he been removed from the opposite platform yet?! I squeezed the trigger on my bare reflexes before I had time to realize what was happening.
The weapon bucked in his hands, spitting out a long burst. I was jolted by a powerful recoil, turning slightly on the spot, and the synthetic was simply blown away: the queue went from the middle of the body to the head, turning it into mush. Geth's shots got stuck in the blue film of the shield, sliding tangentially at the shoulder.
Kraik has a good rifle!
Ashley's trembling voice came through the headphones:
"Ready!"
"Ashley, you're doing great." I whispered faintly, exhaling slowly. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my arms were shaking.
"And if there is more?" Alenko asked uncertainly.
"We'll find out now."
Dylan ran to the edge of the platform and went down to the landing area.
"Clear." he said clearly and came back to me, quickly examined me. "How are you?"
"I'm Alive." I replied, shrugging my aching shoulder.
"Alenko..." Dylan snorted faintly, casting a frown at the other platform, from which this Alenko was supposed to cover us.
I grimaced, but said nothing. What can I say? Our beloved biotic was staring at the bomb in fascination instead of doing his job. He covered it well, you can't say anything.
When Dylan and I climbed onto the cargo platform, Darg was already watching the loading platform, Ashley was covering him, and Kayden was hovering behind the container with a lean face. It's clear. The migraine started again due to the active use of biotics.
"Grizzly, what is it?" I asked softly, sitting down behind the fence. Grizzly, what is it? I asked softly, sitting down behind the fence.
Darg shrugged his shoulders and replied:
Some kind of crap: here the spears are stacked with people impaled on them, and they are twitching as if they are still alive.
"It's a husky. Are there many of them?"
"There are about two dozen by eye." Derg turned his head slightly. "Darling, what did you call them?"
"Husky. Do you remember the old zombie movie that we watched on the extranet on Arcturus before we took off?"
He nodded.
"These are the same zombies, only technological. Blame it on your head. Hitting the hull is not critical: they don't even slow them down properly. Don't let them get too close. Very strong. They can hit you with a discharge if they run up. It won't kill you, but it can paralyze you.
"Understood."
I looked down at the black Nihlus rifle I was still holding in my hands.
"Darg, have you ever used a Turian weapon?"
"There was a case."
"Catch it."
I tossed the rifle to the fighter. He caught it, examined it carefully, and chuckled.
"Is it a joke?"
"yes. Don't fuck up."
Dare grinned, realizing from my tone what I would do to him if he destroyed someone else's weapon. I took a quick glance at the platform. In addition to the identical Husk"s in tatters of clothing, there were three Geth"s on the landing, who were slowly moving towards the stairs. The high-tech zombies were stupidly kneeling at their stakes and ignoring the Geth's movements.
The sniper rifle came into firing position with a barely audible rustle. Leaning into the scope, I caught the elongated head of a synthetic in light gray armor in the crosshair and pulled the trigger. Geth fell on his back, the other two instantly opened fire, accurately calculating where the shot was fired from, and I barely had time to duck as bullets whistled over my head.
They say the Geth's are dumb? They may be dumb when there aren't enough of them, but that doesn't make them start mowing! And the reaction of synthetics is an order of magnitude higher than that of organics! At least their weapons are just as prone to overheating as ours.
Dylan, with the exact same sniper rifle, crouched behind a huge container with blue markings of building materials, standing slightly to the side.
The huskies stirred, shuffling stupidly in place. What a joy it is that these creatures, without direct control, are so stupid that they are not able to figure out the enemy by indirect signs, and they will not go into battle until that enemy gets to what they replace with eyes.
The shots stopped, I leaned out from behind the fence, clung to the sight and pressed the trigger, as soon as the crosshair of the sight aligned with Geth's head, and immediately dived for cover. There was simply no time to aim properly: bullets had passed where my head had been. While the last geth was shooting at me, Dylan took it off.
"Darg, are you ready?"
"Ready." he replied, bringing the black rifle to the firing position. "Go ahead."
As soon as the first husky hit the metal floor, the whole crowd started up at once, instantly calculated our location and began to howl in a continuous wave. Well, natural zombies!
Dylan and I opened fire, knocking out the Husk's with shots to the head. The service weapon reloaded slowly, quickly overheated and cooled down for a long time, and the additional cooling systems — those notorious thermoclips — ended safely even during the cleaning of the station, no matter how much we saved them. Nearby, the Turian assault rifle in Darg's hands rumbled dully...
"Darling, you won't be able to shoot properly with this rifle: the recoil will blow you away." Darg gave out when the last husk, howling thinly, collapsed on the metal at the foot of the stairs. "Can I keep it?"
"This is Krayk's rifle, Darg."
"He's kind of dead." The fighter shrugged his powerful shoulders, not at all upset by this fact.
"Grizzly!"
The fighter frowned with displeasure, lovingly stroked the black metal.
"It's a great gun. The power is exorbitant, but the recoil is strong. It doesn't feel very comfortable in the hand — it's made with combs for itself and adjusted to the owner." He hefted the weapon. "It's heavy. It shoots accurately, the spread is small, cools down quickly. You can not use thermoclips at all." a short pause. "It's a pity to give it away. It takes about twenty minutes to finalize it."
"Do you need problems? I'll become a Spectr and give you one."
"You become one first." He whinnied, shifting the weapon to a non-combat position and handing it to me.
"I will." Imrir promised, taking the weapon. "Shepard of Normandy." I said, turning on the transmitter. "The area has been cleared, and the lighthouse is safe."
"Roger that, Commander. The Joker replied immediately."
I turned off the transmitter. We have done our job, now it remains to wait for the arrival of the frigate and hand over the find. Or rather, what's left of her by then.
Walking to the edge of the landing, I put my hand on the low railing, frowning at the huge melted spot: the launch site of the Lord. Half a kilometer in diameter. To the state of boiling lava. Just like that. Consequences of the launch... Or NOT launch...
What is the TRUE power of the Reaper if he left SUCH destruction in passing?
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