Playing with fate. Part 2
The armored doors of the landing compartment opened, releasing the ramp. The hangar was almost destroyed by mortar fire, among the wreckage were the bodies of the defenders of the station who died during the shelling. The soldier left the ship and got to work. His back still ached after being wounded, but the heavy rifle pleasantly loaded hands. The detachment began moving towards the cordon command center. The first corridor. Shot. The thermal charge penetrated the federate's armor, killing the owner. The helmet-mounted display reported a recharge. Drones came out forward, covering the organic part of the group with their heavy armor. They are the ones who will take the main damage. One more shot. Another figure in white and blue armor fell down. The battle has just begun, but it has already tired the soldier up. However, it was his job... Or was it his duty? It doesn't really matter as long as he's alive. Support finally found out the exact location of the target, and a route display appeared on the tactical map. The soldier loved high technology.
Several federates jumped out from round the bend and collided with the drones. Soulless machines instantly opened fire, and then walked over the fallen bodies.
— Behind you! — one of the stormtroopers shouted.
The soldier turned around, sitting on one knee at once. The helmet-mounted guidance system has completed the capture of the target. The distance is determined. Shot. Two more federates were killed by comrades.
Suddenly, a scream got off from the side where the drones were located.
— Don't shoot. I'm just a scientist! A civilian man in his thirties fell to his knees, raising his hands.
Of course, the highly intelligent drone heard the pleas, but hardly attached any importance to them. It was doing his job. It is regrettable to admit, but it was the defenseless scientists who were the target of the landing. Were they executioners? Let everyone decide for themselves.
— Sir, there are barricades ahead. Enemy accumulation — one of the drones informed the detachment commander.
— Dogma, act!
— Right away!
The soldier intercepted the rifle and took out an assault grenade. Activation. Throw. Explosion.
Hiding behind drones, the detachment continues the attack. To the surprise of the stormtrooper, the armored suits protected many federates, although they were seriously injured.
Another shot, the target is destroyed. “How easy it is to kill, you can wonder about it forever” — the soldier thought. Surprisingly, the enemy used firearms. The rebound from the armor on his shoulder reminded him not to enervate. Another turn, the drone goes first.
— Heavy weapons!
A burst of thermal charges destroys the torso of a combat vehicle.
“Not only firearms” — flashed through the soldier's mind. The fallen drone was assembled recently and has not been in combat yet. With any luck, his mind will be transferred to a new body.
— Hartcase, destroy them.
—Yes, sir!
A disposable container was removed from the soldier's back. A small preparation. Start. A kamikaze drone controlled from a helmet-mounted display rushes to the target. Another queue does not help to bring down a prompt machine. Explosion. The squad continues to move past the melted machine blaster and its operator. The target is already close, the defense is weakening.
— Don't let them pass. Just no further — it comes from the end of the corridor. Stop. Another drone rushes forward. Suddenly, the helmet-mounted display informs about the end point of the route. An armored door blocks the way. Kamikaze destroyed the guards, but could not do anything about several tons of steel.
— Don't let them, don't let them. How many words... May I open it, sir? — asks the stormtrooper standing next to him.
— Act, Heartcase.
Twenty seconds is enough to install the charge. The system crashes and the door starts to open.
— Go ahead! — the commander rushes first into the opened room. The spacious hall was almost empty. The enemy did not run, naively believing that the unarmed would not be touched.
— Wait! — the greybeard sitting in the chair shouted. — We can..
A shot cut his speech. Several more scientists rushed to run. The soldier raises his rifle. Target capture. Shot. There was no other way.
Sometime later
Two men in armored suits stood in front of a wide window, watching a red star in the distance.
— I hate playing with fate and with the universe — said the first, setting the oxygen tubes on the armor. — Now everything will go on as usual, no one will interfere, the war will not plunge the whole world into chaos.
— We will not use the knowledge we have gained? To tell the truth, I don't really believe in such things, — said the second, turning to the companion.
— Never. We need to hide all data.
— It will be done.
— What has been done recently will be the finale of this little story.
— And yet, if it was true, they would be able to protect themselves from us.
— So be it, brother.