Dyr's eyes widened as he stared at them. Those rumbles weren't the sounds of the ship falling apart. But the rumbles of battle as the ship withstands a siege! They give Dyr a gun. "Go help defenses. I will attend Sparrow!" One of them was medical staff so he didn't need the gun. Instead, handing it over they patted Dyr on the shoulder, before muttering loud enough for Dyr to hear "Don't die kid."
Dyr didn't remark, he made his way down the corridor the others walked, slow as he was he kept a lagging pace. As he drew nearer to the first airlock, the rumbling grew until he could hear gunfire of rifle barrels. The moment he came in on the scene his breath caught. Five crew around the airlock had rifles peeking out to fire from time to time. Before, a retaliation of intense volleys poured in. Almost catching those who peeked out in their cross airs. It was clear the outcome as two people lay motionless on the ground, poked with enough holes to be a makeshift sponge.
He rushed to join the defense limping as he did. His nerves taunt and a terror builds in him. Before he felt his back hit the wall as a cloud of sulfur and fire engulfed the airlock!
BOOM!
Dyr felt his body ache from so much shock. He groaned, mind churning. He had to go, death was prevalent, but regardless of his emotion. He had to go, or die. As he slid himself up, gripping the rifle, a pair of red orbs stepped out of the smoke amongst charred bodies. An outline akin to a humanoid. Metallic luster body, with one arm switched out for a kinetic based rifle.
Dyr eyes widened, he leveled the rifle out of panic, pulling the trigger. Wildly popping off rounds at the hip. He wasnt trained for this, his own fear of dying kicked in. The machine shuddered, before it could level its own weapon at Dyr, the door to his left opened. A torrent of pistol high caliber fire cut down the machine before a hand reached out and snagged his collar.
Pulling him in as more machines flooded into the airlock's lobby. The man who rescued him was none other than that very medical staff he just deemed to call him Jerry. Who hadn't spoken a word, only sealing the door before he pushed Dyr ahead. Knowing the latter was in semi shock. They had to go quickly. Already the machines were moving to pry the door open, a whine of motors fighting against their prying fingers.
Their attempts were fascinating, but futile. Who could imagine being besieged by fourty Terminators? Each nearly able to withstand a magazine of a kinetic rifle? Nor the fact that even if these machines fall, more will come in their place? Where one dies, a dozen replace. Although now they had already cut the ships crew down a good quarter, based off their current fighting force and living beings. The scanners revealed nine remained, with seven of them withstanding the secondary airlock assault. Unaware that twenty or so machines had already breached the otherside.
Splitting off five pried the door open and followed Dyr who of course wasn't visible. Whereas the others swept the ship. Moving towards the last major resistance with mechanical ease.
Firefight continued, Synthesis hearing the distant cracks and even had feed open to the terminators. A background music to his scheming plans. The machines pushed their numbers barely scratched, another few cut down before five humans were promptly turned into swiss cheese!
They began to storm the last room before slaughtering the supposed last human. However the scanner indicated three remained. Synthesis found this rather uneventful, even watching a handful terminators begin to breach the human medbay.
However as they did so, it seemed the humans had barricaded the door off. One human even daring to stick his rifle in between the bed to tear the cold beating heart of a machine into peices.. How rude, another terminator stuck its rifle through the crack as well. Firing a torrent of bullets that tore into Dyr making him stumble back and fall. While the second human just tried to hold the barricades in place, hoping for someone to come save them.
Of course that was merely a pipe dream, nobody will hear them scream. This was their last stand. With some more banging they pulled the beds over and even trapped the last unharmed human under them. Before the machines moved in, scanning before concluding the siege. Dyr groaned and gurgled.. Blood spilling from his mouth as he tried to crawl away. A pain jolted in his spine, a numbing searing pain.
Before he lost feeling in his lower body. A terminator crushed it with one heavy metallic foot. Leveling its rifle, popping his head with a dozen rounds. Ending the prospects of these lifeforms livihoods.
Sparrow watched in despair. Being slowly crushed by heavy beds. But now it was his turn. The machines picked the first bed up and tossed it to the side. Several surrounded Sparrow and unleashed hell on his body. Round after round plastering his blood across the steel grids. Dozen, no two dozen rounds before his body was unrecognizable and clearly dead.
Some may ask, what happened to Jerry? Long story short he met a gruesome death while guiding Dyr away. The machines were on their tail. Jerry was caught and murdered so thoroughly, sparrows death was merciful.
Honestly such measures weren't needed. Synthesis didn't need to brutalize the enemy. They were too weak for that. But he had purposely made these troops psychotic. Because he wanted to. No other reason. Just I felt like it.
Finally the battle was over. Synthesis knew he lost a lot, based off his outdated information human warriors were formidiable forces. So when he counted, expecting a dozen or two to have fallen he found that only half of a dozen, or six had fallen. It is expected this is no military force, just the disgruntled living target practice of a civilian ship. Though…
Synthesis expected a real fight, thats why he had built so many. But what he got could not be any more infuriating. It wasn't a battle, it was a one sided slaughter. Sending a dozen or two in would have sufficed.
Synthesis came back to his mechanical senses after a short dislike of over calculation and sent the deconstruction bots, the secondary class of construction bots. There were other classes too, but he didn't bother mentioning them. They were mostly support based.
That said he had the new ship deactivated. Don't need any distress beacons to go off for an extended period of time. While he didn't think human space was that close. It didn't want to chance this being some exploration team. They seem more like a scav team.
While the ship underwent deconstruction. Synthesis turned to his more immediate plans. It's time to play some factory games. With this in mind he set out into the dunes with half his workforce in tow and a small security team and enough supplies to build stations, transit lines and a mini factory for more production. He had already located multiple veins of materials. His first location was the sandy mountains that stood tall distantly. Their near black rock rich in resources, that will serve the first place of his set of bases.
Sera walked swiftly. Her worried expression made those in the halls step aside, it's not often she looked so worried, but when there was a big reason. It's best to steer clear of her path. She walked in a dark blue business attire. Or rather a uniform of the company she worked for.
She rapped on a thick dark oak door, trying to tidy herself up. Yet she couldnt, not when her beloved had gone missing in deep space. When someone motioned her to come in she did. Quickly stating. "Tin Can's signal just cut!"
The man behind the desk in a dark grey uniform with silver trimming along the edges of his uniform burst from his seat with an incredulous expression. "What?!"
Tin-can was a sponsored high end ship they had sent them out to check out desolate planets near human space and not even pirates would touch them, So who did it?