This entire encounter had been rigged in Zasz's favor from the get-go, whether the soldiers knew it or not. Were the trio in an open floor plan such as a street or even the common room where Jallee soundly slept, his options would be severely limited. Lacking the cover to close the distance on their plasma rifles would leave him an easy target if their aim was remotely decent. These two were likely special ops of some sort, accustomed to guerrilla tactics, or so he should hope for the title he placed on their heads. If not then he'd question why pilots would even bother to act as a boarding party. In this facility, however, the sheer noise alone from the machinery and warning sirens masked any sound he could make save for high explosives; steam from thermal release vents and damaged pipelines would hide his movements. These massive tanks, one of which he was currently rounding with careful steps, provided ample cover while he observed the paths the pair followed to investigate the distraction he'd set off.
Dampeners within his ear canals activated shutting out the world around him. All that remained were the slow and steady breaths he took, the rhythmic pulsing of his heart, and the gentle strumming of a violin. [A little mood music] An excerpt from one of the greatest musical composers that had ever existed, a shame he had not been privy to experience the work of Bach first hand. In situations such as this, the ability to hear would be of little use; the game would be one of the mind and how well he could register threats and deal with them while minimizing the risks towards himself, and Alex. Music helped his focus to allow him to dial in on a single directive, to deliver an absolute loss to these invaders.
Up above, Zasz's attention wavered to another segment of his ocular implant, a camera directed to where Alex should have been stealthily approaching the set of ships impacted into the back of the room. Sure enough, there was his mechanic, a glimpse of her was barely caught as she still hid from plain sight behind one of the drums. Beaming with pride and knowing that she'd be alright on her own, Zasz readied himself for his initial strike. The one that had been closest to the explosion had in fact reached the site, curiously, but cautiously inspecting what might have occurred. His/her partner continued on their approach having just made it to the center console, about one hundred feet back. Lifting one foot, the captain allowed his magnetic clamp to attach to the side of the container, his second boot following suit. From any point of view Zasz seemed to be in an awkward horizontal position, but with his mechanical augmentation there was little strain felt on his end.
The timing would have to be just right, lest he show himself too early and catch a volley of burning plasma to his rugged features. He'd have about tens seconds of leeway before the other threat could respond depending on how quickly he noticed the attack. While most would need several moments in order to break out into a full sprint, Zasz muscles were primed from the instant he decided to move. The unsuspecting intruder had his rifle at the ready, but clearly not enough so. Perhaps they'd taken the wrong moment to blink, or they were mere milliseconds off from being able to fully raise the weapon and pull the trigger. Zasz could see the surprise in their widened stare as he hit them like a mack truck. As he rounded the corner he latched onto whatever appendage he could with a vicelike grip, in this case, their wrist. With them in tow, Zasz detached from the cylindrical tower reveling in the fact that he carried so much force behind his journey that could he feel their shoulder pop right out of its socket along with their wrist shattering from the slaver's hold. Naturally, the rifle flew from their grasp with the clash.
Thrown to the ground, the red skinned individual was quite disorientated and in a significant amount of pain, but that did not stop them from staggering to their feet and drawing the blade from their hip. Igniting the energy sword with a low octave hum, it seemed from the lack of a rush in trying to strike at Zasz that they intended to bide their time for support. A smart play if Zasz were to allow it. Instead, he pressured the soldier by advancing into his territory with a couple lengthy steps. With combat algorithms being run ahead of his own actions it acted as a pseudo precognition. When everything ran at peak performance he could tell the direction a projectile would be heading towards, an individual's moves could be read to come up with a counter-play. In this scenario his body was given the signal to side step to the left to avoid a downward swing, then to duck and keep low to the ground, sweeping with his leg to trip the opponent. In but a moment this transpired according to plan, save for when the pilot jumped back from the kick to pull out his secondary firearm. They saw how Zasz predicted their swings and sought to shoot him at a range. Still, they were far too close. With a hard kick off of the metal grated floor, the captain of the Greenhouse tumbled forward to knock the pistol out of his grip with a firm backhand.
One uppercut to their stomach to knock the wind out of them. The weight of his arm in even a less than full bodied blow still brought enough power to buckle the light alloy armor they were wearing. From beneath the visor, Zasz could see a gasping wheeze for a breath that wound not come.
As what had to be considered a monster to this fighter rose from the ground a second right hook would come from him to impact their ribs between a break in the armor, the tips of his knuckles cracking what were to him quite brittle bones.
When Zasz was finally standing at full height to look down at the crippled pilot he had already taken a step back to wind up a final hit. Briefly he contemplated the fact that he was going to physically crush the life out of this startled fool. It gave him no true relief or solace, certainly, he did not revel in snuffing out the light in their eyes, but what it did secure was his own personal safety and that of Alex. In that he could live with breaking his moral code one of these few times. That metal gauntlet of his descended in a blinding fury to send a rippling punch to their temple. Glass shattered from their mask spraying harmless shrapnel at his feet, Zasz didn't need to hear the snapping of their spinal cord to understand the reason why they collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
That only left the other.
Seven...eight...nine...
What had been a seamless bout of combat had in truth only lasted several seconds, all of which had been slowed down from Zasz's perspective with the way his neural chemicals were regulated. He was coming off from that enhanced state at a rapid pace though, and from his false optic, he could see this last inconvenience approaching from out of sight, rifle in hand to see what happened to their partner. Reaching downward, the still active energy sword would be picked up and subsequently flung off into the distance. Of course, there was more to it than that; calculations based on weight and speed to determine just where the blade would need to be at the right instant.
That aforementioned period was when the assailant came into physical view of Zasz, though the juncture of their continued existence had come to a close as white hot plasma permeated their skull.
Thump.
Eleven...twelve...thirteen....
Complete victory without either even able to pull the trigger on their guns. All that money and time put into their training and equipment. What good had it brought them?
The cacophony of the room that had been blocked out for his reign of terror, came rushing back to his senses as the dampeners were turned off much to a curl of his scarred lips into a frown. Each of them most likely had personal distress beacons of their own and Zasz used the next minute or so searching their corpses for anything of the sort. Crushing them under an iron fist, he returned his attention towards Alex on her progress, as well as his person as he began heading over to the site where she was hopefully being successful in her endeavors. "Alex, I'm through down here. Any progress up there." Not quite to where she would be working, but getting close enough, Zasz hollered in a hoarse voice in an attempt to be heard over the alarms and general noise. Without his helmet though, he couldn't access the communication device he'd given her.
Dampeners within his ear canals activated shutting out the world around him. All that remained were the slow and steady breaths he took, the rhythmic pulsing of his heart, and the gentle strumming of a violin. [A little mood music] An excerpt from one of the greatest musical composers that had ever existed, a shame he had not been privy to experience the work of Bach first hand. In situations such as this, the ability to hear would be of little use; the game would be one of the mind and how well he could register threats and deal with them while minimizing the risks towards himself, and Alex. Music helped his focus to allow him to dial in on a single directive, to deliver an absolute loss to these invaders.
Up above, Zasz's attention wavered to another segment of his ocular implant, a camera directed to where Alex should have been stealthily approaching the set of ships impacted into the back of the room. Sure enough, there was his mechanic, a glimpse of her was barely caught as she still hid from plain sight behind one of the drums. Beaming with pride and knowing that she'd be alright on her own, Zasz readied himself for his initial strike. The one that had been closest to the explosion had in fact reached the site, curiously, but cautiously inspecting what might have occurred. His/her partner continued on their approach having just made it to the center console, about one hundred feet back. Lifting one foot, the captain allowed his magnetic clamp to attach to the side of the container, his second boot following suit. From any point of view Zasz seemed to be in an awkward horizontal position, but with his mechanical augmentation there was little strain felt on his end.
The timing would have to be just right, lest he show himself too early and catch a volley of burning plasma to his rugged features. He'd have about tens seconds of leeway before the other threat could respond depending on how quickly he noticed the attack. While most would need several moments in order to break out into a full sprint, Zasz muscles were primed from the instant he decided to move. The unsuspecting intruder had his rifle at the ready, but clearly not enough so. Perhaps they'd taken the wrong moment to blink, or they were mere milliseconds off from being able to fully raise the weapon and pull the trigger. Zasz could see the surprise in their widened stare as he hit them like a mack truck. As he rounded the corner he latched onto whatever appendage he could with a vicelike grip, in this case, their wrist. With them in tow, Zasz detached from the cylindrical tower reveling in the fact that he carried so much force behind his journey that could he feel their shoulder pop right out of its socket along with their wrist shattering from the slaver's hold. Naturally, the rifle flew from their grasp with the clash.
Thrown to the ground, the red skinned individual was quite disorientated and in a significant amount of pain, but that did not stop them from staggering to their feet and drawing the blade from their hip. Igniting the energy sword with a low octave hum, it seemed from the lack of a rush in trying to strike at Zasz that they intended to bide their time for support. A smart play if Zasz were to allow it. Instead, he pressured the soldier by advancing into his territory with a couple lengthy steps. With combat algorithms being run ahead of his own actions it acted as a pseudo precognition. When everything ran at peak performance he could tell the direction a projectile would be heading towards, an individual's moves could be read to come up with a counter-play. In this scenario his body was given the signal to side step to the left to avoid a downward swing, then to duck and keep low to the ground, sweeping with his leg to trip the opponent. In but a moment this transpired according to plan, save for when the pilot jumped back from the kick to pull out his secondary firearm. They saw how Zasz predicted their swings and sought to shoot him at a range. Still, they were far too close. With a hard kick off of the metal grated floor, the captain of the Greenhouse tumbled forward to knock the pistol out of his grip with a firm backhand.
One uppercut to their stomach to knock the wind out of them. The weight of his arm in even a less than full bodied blow still brought enough power to buckle the light alloy armor they were wearing. From beneath the visor, Zasz could see a gasping wheeze for a breath that wound not come.
As what had to be considered a monster to this fighter rose from the ground a second right hook would come from him to impact their ribs between a break in the armor, the tips of his knuckles cracking what were to him quite brittle bones.
When Zasz was finally standing at full height to look down at the crippled pilot he had already taken a step back to wind up a final hit. Briefly he contemplated the fact that he was going to physically crush the life out of this startled fool. It gave him no true relief or solace, certainly, he did not revel in snuffing out the light in their eyes, but what it did secure was his own personal safety and that of Alex. In that he could live with breaking his moral code one of these few times. That metal gauntlet of his descended in a blinding fury to send a rippling punch to their temple. Glass shattered from their mask spraying harmless shrapnel at his feet, Zasz didn't need to hear the snapping of their spinal cord to understand the reason why they collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
That only left the other.
Seven...eight...nine...
What had been a seamless bout of combat had in truth only lasted several seconds, all of which had been slowed down from Zasz's perspective with the way his neural chemicals were regulated. He was coming off from that enhanced state at a rapid pace though, and from his false optic, he could see this last inconvenience approaching from out of sight, rifle in hand to see what happened to their partner. Reaching downward, the still active energy sword would be picked up and subsequently flung off into the distance. Of course, there was more to it than that; calculations based on weight and speed to determine just where the blade would need to be at the right instant.
That aforementioned period was when the assailant came into physical view of Zasz, though the juncture of their continued existence had come to a close as white hot plasma permeated their skull.
Thump.
Eleven...twelve...thirteen....
Complete victory without either even able to pull the trigger on their guns. All that money and time put into their training and equipment. What good had it brought them?
The cacophony of the room that had been blocked out for his reign of terror, came rushing back to his senses as the dampeners were turned off much to a curl of his scarred lips into a frown. Each of them most likely had personal distress beacons of their own and Zasz used the next minute or so searching their corpses for anything of the sort. Crushing them under an iron fist, he returned his attention towards Alex on her progress, as well as his person as he began heading over to the site where she was hopefully being successful in her endeavors. "Alex, I'm through down here. Any progress up there." Not quite to where she would be working, but getting close enough, Zasz hollered in a hoarse voice in an attempt to be heard over the alarms and general noise. Without his helmet though, he couldn't access the communication device he'd given her.
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