For a fleeting moment you consider challenging the newt to a face to face fight, then the unholy pain of your physical state overwhelms you, so you settle for talking, as far as you know this is the only time an Ocarai warrior has spoken to a human. "Once it became apparent that holding all our colonies was impossible, high command decided to pull every single warship we had back to our home system, the intent was to defend the last bastions of our species with an all-in effort. I guess it's working."
The Ocarai manages to sound impressed, "Truly, your vessels are powerful beyond our imagining. And such a strategy shows that we have misjudged you, we believed you incapable of considered thought."
A pause of several seconds allows you to survey your surroundings, you are still within the rail tunnel, the walls glow cherry red even after hours of cooling. You don't see anything that might be helpful to you. Before the Ocarai can begin again you interject, "Honor seems important to you, why attack civilians who cannot defend themselves?"
"Even I, the Warmaster of the Ocarai, answer to the Emperor, and the Emperor demands the death of your species as proof of our destiny. My ruler has seen your people spread from your world, and your ability to reshape worlds to suit you, and he is displeased." Another pause, then, "But if you intended to defeat us here, why are you the only human left to fight? Your soldiers fell like cut grass before us."
"The majority of our ground forces are gathered on Earth, our homeworld. We knew that if we couldn't stop your fleet here we would have to fight for every inch of our world. As for why I'm the only one ti fight you here, I guess I pulled the short straw, your opening attack killed every other pilot we had on Mars." Reading your displays a cold realization comes upon you, the internal O2 supply is down to three percent, the air within the tunnel must be to hot for the exchangers, you are going to suffocate if you can't get outside fast.
Mission: Protect civilians in western outer ring hab block, engage enemy as needed.
Status: Badly injured, about to run out of air.
Reaver:
Main body: armor 40, hp 120/300
left arm: armor 25, hp 70/150
right arm: armor 25, hp 80/150
left leg: armor 30, hp 100/200
right leg: amor 30, hp 50/200
Right hand weapon: Bose Hurricane dual stage focused concussion sonic cannon: 100 AP, 20 damage, unlimited payload (cabled).
Right shoulder weapon: 'Duke' dismounted particle-beam cannon: 100 AP, 500 damage, charging (internal fusion core, particle collection grid).
Left shoulder weapon: 3M Hellstar electro-magnetic linear mass-driver: ignores armor, 200 damage, 0 rounds (clip magazine) 4 additional magazines.
Utility weapon: 'Avatar' plasma sword: 40 AP, 30 damage 120 minutes use (recharges when stowed).
Location: Western hab block, Niven inter-continental rail station. Labyrinthus Noctis, Mars.
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