“I couldn’t get it to work.” She stated bluntly.
“Why not?” The reply sounded far harsher then he intended, though he didn’t really feel like rephrasing it. Instead, he turned and picked up Max’s fallen rifle
Nidi snarled and knelt to inspect the now dead robot.
“This… abomination is of exceptionally poor design.” She stated. “The wiring has been forcefully ‘integrated’ with the brain and spine. It appears that the subject was long dead before it was ‘upgraded’.” Garrett grunted as he whipped the blood from the weapon.
“you didn’t answer.” He snapped. Nidi remained completely silent for a painful moment.
“I was scared.” She stated, causing Garrett’s eye’s to widen. “Psionics require the user to be in a state of relative serenity. As you can imagine, I had a bit of trouble being calm when faced with this undead abomination.” She accented her point by kicking the downed zombie. She then turned back to face the man.
“I am sorry. It is unbecoming of a warrior to freeze in the midst of battle.” Nidi bowed slightly before continuing, only for Garrett to cut her off.
“Sometimes a gun jams at the worst time, and anyways I did do something and achieved even less.” Garrett took a breath before continuing. “I am probably more at fault then you are all things considered.”
Nidi nodded. Her face still stony.
“We should go.” Garrett stated, somewhere he had found a jacket and placed it over Max’s body. As he stepped towards the door he motioned towards Nidi. ‘Come on.”
With that the two walked out of the ruined building, running back into the smoke and chaos.
Laura sat back and watched as her machine worked, if there was one really big problem with building underwater, it was trying to keep the construction hidden. Besides the fact that water tended to boil when you put a high-energy beam through it, the surface rose and fell depending on what you put in it. For example, if one was trying to build expand a factory without rapidly raising the water level by a few inches, one had to dig an equal volume of dirt out to keep everything level. Alan had complained, apparently failing to grasp the fact that their enemy, who had already found them once, would almost certainly be looking for any sign that she had survived, and to that effect they were to take every measure they could to remain hidden. Stepping forward on her new set of steel legs, Laura shifted slightly in her seat, trying to find a way to be comfortable in hard chair that was filled to the brim with cold dam water. As she numerated on the lack of dry clothes, along with the frustration associated with losing her clothes, the more pressing issue being whatever that bloody Odin creature was up to. To that effect she turned back to the ongoing project below her.
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Highlighted by her HUD was the beginnings of a large trench, slowly being excavated by a group of constructor bots,
At the same time several more were in the process of constructing a new set of fabricator arms in the walls. Turning away from the construction, Laura focused instead on the issue of the base itself, at this point she had constructed several more bunkers around the facility. Stepping over one of the hallways, Laura took a quick look through the reserves. At this point, she had about 150 basic bots at her disposal, along with 50 of her special ‘elite’ units. On that note she was also producing 20 of the heavy infantry variant. Specifically, the type stored in the advanced fabricator’s memory bank that included a few special improvements. Specifically in regard to power storage, weapon strength and a 20 percent increase to the already impressive armour class. Stepping into a specially designed airlock, Laura took a look at the main issue with her set-up. Specifically regarding transport, because she was trying to stay hidden, and so far she had failed to acquire a flying submarine, as such the only aircraft factory she had had been dismantled as soon as the doomed dropship had been constructed. With a low sigh, Laura climbed out of the mech suit and padded across the still-wet concrete floor. Passing through a set of heavy bulkheads, Laura found herself meeting with the newly repowered Seven.
“How are things holding together?” She asked, feeling something approaching a smile flashing across her face.
“That’s good, what about recon? What’s happening?”
About two dozen transport aircraft on a northern heading, current destination is unknown, however based on current hostile operations they are most likely targeting another local military facility.> Laura winced.
“have we got anything we can intercept them?”
“We’re gonna have to get moving, having everything underwater keeps it hidden but we’ve got all our eggs and only one basket here.” She turned to face Seven, “Take half a dozen of the special ops bots and some fabricators, get into the city and figure out what is going on. While you’re at it, get a radio up so we can start communicating, these messenger pigeons aren’t doing it” Seven didn’t respond, simply saluting and walking towards one of the warehouses. Now alone Laura ducked through another doorway and into a dimly lit room, sinking onto a bare slab that had been grown out of the floor, shifting to make herself somewhat comfortable on the hard flat surface. Now in the general vicinity of comfortable, Laura opened the battle net. With a mental tug, four of her robots began to trudge towards the shore.