Darl unloaded a volley before, retreating again. They have been running for their lives, doing whatever possible to slow the machine that was tearing through their traps with ease. Or hell just walking through them. Like they didnt matter.
Even the EMD's were countered. They were disk that used EM or Electromagnetic force against machines, it was originally meant for short circuiting weapons that were not kinetic based or equipment that used machinery to run. Like computers or laser turrets.
But now they were using it to slow a machine by barely a millisecond. This machine was made out of semi liquid silver, by appearance. How it moved without falling apart was beyond them. Maybe it has some sort of physical body underneath thats what Sammy seems to think.
Gwen who had an idea assumed it was similar to such maybe there was more to it than their rigid thinking. For all they knew that surface was a bunch of small machines that served like liquid armor. But he kept those thoughts to himself. Too busy running and surviving than to stay and die thinking about it. When he gets back, only then will he focus on the possibilities, if… he gets back.
Unfortunately between burning their bullets pointlessly and watching that thing walk through their traps almost unimpeded. They weren't stopping the machine at all even with the micro seconds. it was getting far too close faster than they could get away from it. "Run ahead, I'll keep it company! Get help!" Darl roared, only hoping they got farther. He knew his chances of living were slimmer each inch it closed..
Darl stamped his foot down sharply turning as his rifle came to bare! Albeit the machine was closer than he thought, a hand reaching out grabbed the barrel and forced it up with inhuman strength.
Before another hand outstretched. Morphing into a drill power tool, meant for mining, not flesh! Darl had no chance, the drill bit into his armor, with both pressure and force. The armor broke as the drill sank into his flesh!
"AGRH! AHHH GER..OFJ..ME!"
Darl slurred in great pain. He had managed to withdraw his pistol! Whipping it into the machine's face and unloading every round in the magazine!
The bullets did little, only scattering some of the strange skin but its task did not stop in terminating Darl.
Drill withdrew back from the churned mess of flesh and blood, shattered bones. Synthesis hand changed back before caving in Darl's face with a punch able to halt a freight train!
The corpse dropped while the gun in hand became his property. Stepping past the corpse, he proceeded down the corridor at breakneck speeds.
Though he was walking, to others it was like he was folding space. Quite menacing honestly.
Martha, thoroughly horrified by the sounds of Darl dying. She had the others run, setting the corridor up with enough C4 to detonate a city block. If this thing wants to play she will honor the request explosively!
Turning and attempting to run, the machine rapidly closing gave no such reprieve. It leveled its gun, not at Martha, but the explosives. She didn't know why, but she did know that her life was forfeit the moment it pulled the trigger, this was her last thought before, a perfectly aimed shot calculated in milliseconds popped off. The ensuing explosion ripped Martha apart, collapsing the corridor. Unfortunately, the expected results weren't to the machine's liking, but it was fine. As long as it spread far enough to kill or heavily injure the others. By its estimations the likely chance of it killing all of them was low, but the chance of one of them lagging behind and getting caught in the blast was awfully high.
To which the machine was right, Sammy who had the ability to talk so much didnt have the stamina to keep up, his body was pinned helpless under tons of steel, effectively crushing the scientist. While the medic, Fredric and Gwen managed to escape the ship.
The machine couldn't give chase as it would have to take a different route. But it chose not to. If it wasn't mistaken there were still a few cannons left. So instead it needed to get atop the ship or outside first. Didn't want those vermin leaving open any strings to his whereabouts now would we?
Outside
Frederic, and Gwen escaped the exterior layer and found the rover waiting. Without a beat they boarded and closed themselves in. Both haggardly breathing. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Gwen fumbled for his communicator. "Drive and I will get a hold of Sparrow.." With a nod Frederic started up the rover, beginning the trip back.
The sun slowly set over the horizon. They were losing daylight and it would be gone in minutes.. Nobody spoke, Frederic mourned the losses of his team quietly; he is going to miss them even if a certain one was noisy. An irrational rage swelled but stamped down from realizing that all he could hope for was that machine creature's death and maybe he could ask Sparrow to level the craft. But thinking more he knew that was out of the question.
As Frederic mourned. Gwen fumbled to get a hold of Tin-can. After raising the ship two times. The signal strengthened and connected. "Captain Sparrow speaking, what's your report D.. Wait. Gwen?" A remark of surprise echoed.
"Capt, The ancient ship isn't safe, there is a hostile on board! We are unsure if there are more, but it's a machine type. Likely from an ancient civilization that specializes in machinery.. Capt everyone but me and Freder.. W..wha.. I..-" Gwen fell into a grumbled and Sparrow understood.
Sparrow's expression deepened, he felt a mix of feelings as Gwen frantically called out the situation. However his expression changed again when Gwen froze, his paling complexion causing him to stutter before..
BANG!
Gwen looked up before, the communication cut out. Sparrow leaned in before whipping up. "Get everyone back on board! Set the ship for launch. We are removing ourselves from this planet!" How could he not know? That Bang was the firing of a battleship cannon. It is common to hear if you've grown up in the human empire. Something fired and the chances of survival by a ship based cannon like a battle cannon is zero.
Its like Firing an HE round the size of a trailer at a rabbit and expecting it to survive. Tough luck, the ship began its preparations to launch. whilst its scanners rang across the planet.. Nothing, no lifeforms aside from them and no movement. As if the targeting of their crew never took place. Hell, even possible survivors were certainly ruled out. After another round of scanning the ship exited orbit and floated in space above the planet. Its silence was a terrible calm that could only churn the brewing storm.
Sparrow and his crew mourn their loss. The captain sitting upon his chair and staring down at the planet with a deep frown and a mumble under his breath that smelt of whiskey. "What in the hell is going on.."
He stared at the scanner. A spike of energy had been registered in the reports on a passive scan but now had vanished?