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MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
Part 43
43-F Start
41-H Wrecked Section
43-H Local Scan Control
43-I Atmosphere Purged XENOS PRESENT
43-J Atmosphere Purged XENOS PRESENT
43-K HUMANS PRESENT
43-L HUMANS PRESENT XENOS PRESENT CURRENT LOCATION
44-H Local Life Support
44-I Former Dead Section
45-I Former Dead Section
"Rally! The enemy approaches!" you yell, waving your still glowing laspistol about in an authoritative manner. You manage to get the rabble somewhat organised, facing outwards to wherever the threat may emerge. The handful of unchecked survivors are disarmed and placed under your watch, but none of them are anything other than scared and confused. At least none of them are wrapped in explosives.
When the genestealers emerge, they do so with more ferocity than you had thought possible. They are maddened with anger and hunger, with a large group of prey right in front of them. They bound from around corners, tear through vent covers, and leap from recessed shadows. Thankfully none of those striking from the ceiling are directly above you, instead landing among the shocked crewmembers.
They move with blurred speed, so fast that even those that have to close the distance in the open are barely glimpsed. The crew fight back, naturally. Shotguns, autoguns, cutting lasers and all manner of improvised weapons are brought to bear, but only one genestealer is destroyed before it turns into a complete melee brawl. In front of you, a suspect crewmember tries to make a break for it. Cowardice or treason, you personally shoot him down.
Your position is relatively safe, at least compared to the rest of the humans. The battle is lit by the stormtrooper's hellguns, pouring steady fire on any genestealers that make themselves vulnerable. Most of them seem content to tear the crewmembers apart, weaving through the mass of humanity in a cloud of blood and gore. You can't even tell how many 'stealers there are, the battle is too chaotic.
One genestealer seems to finally notice you, and makes an astounding leap across the battlefield. Lasfire scores deep gouges across its carapace, but it continues and impacts you in a flurry of bloody limbs that sends you both flying. You attempt to knock it away, but your laspistol barely discourages it and your chainsword can't be brought to bear. It proceeds to stab you a few times, its blades sliding through your flak armour and making your innard sear with pain. It releases its grip to bring down a killing blow, but a volley of lasfire sweeps away the offending limbs. It screams in dissatisfaction and glances back to the stormtrooper detachment, giving you the chance you need. One desperate swing and you cut the 'stealers head off.
Unfortunately, you have lost a lot of blood. Instead of leaping to your feet and slaughtering more xenos, you find yourself floating in a black void. Oh dear.
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Topic: Commissar Quest - Apparently flak armour isn't very good (Read 82105 times)