Re: Episode 3: The Terror Attacks at Dawn!
Suddenly, it all clicked in Lucien's mind, as his last feint threw the Garuda off balance, and almost threw him off balance.
He had a moment of opportunity to simply let it all out, and his battle rage became tangible as he saw Kelly get cannoned down. The objective to keep the Garuda in a workable condition became meaningless.
Inside his cockpit, he put his hands off of the control orbs for a moment to crack his knuckles, and took control again. He gripped his chainsword tightly as he charged forward, trying to succeed where Kelly failed. His blade connected with a satisfying clash of Durandium upon Durandium.
The whirring blades of the Chain-Straight went deep into the machine, severing and breaking the muscles, tendons and letting the blood of the Garuda spill.
"Wha daur meddle wi' me, y'hear?!" He roared over loudspeaker at the Garuda under barely contained battle high in an old language. Translated, it meant: "Nobody attacks me with impunity!"
That's when he pulled his blade from the gash, and flew over to grab onto it to prevent it from falling to the ground. He floated down and laid it down on the road.
Only then, after this, he'd realised that he wasn't supposed to injure the Garuda, at least as badly as he'd done.
"Ah, fockin'..." He cursed to himself.
He inspected the damage closely. Most of the guts of the Garuda Frame were exposed, and the fluids of the internal hydraulics were leaking everywhere. The other limbs and weapons were intact, along with the head, but the chest and torso areas were done for.
It could be repaired, given time, all that had to be done to replace those two components, but still, orders were orders...
"Shitcripes, sorry mates," He admitted over radio, the sheepishness and shame evident in his voice, though the message was jestful, "Th' Garuda frame is kinda, ehm - buggered."
His spare arm went for the back of his head, shaking his head in shame, "Tell me Kelly's orright, please?"
Suddenly, it all clicked in Lucien's mind, as his last feint threw the Garuda off balance, and almost threw him off balance.
He had a moment of opportunity to simply let it all out, and his battle rage became tangible as he saw Kelly get cannoned down. The objective to keep the Garuda in a workable condition became meaningless.
Inside his cockpit, he put his hands off of the control orbs for a moment to crack his knuckles, and took control again. He gripped his chainsword tightly as he charged forward, trying to succeed where Kelly failed. His blade connected with a satisfying clash of Durandium upon Durandium.
The whirring blades of the Chain-Straight went deep into the machine, severing and breaking the muscles, tendons and letting the blood of the Garuda spill.
"Wha daur meddle wi' me, y'hear?!" He roared over loudspeaker at the Garuda under barely contained battle high in an old language. Translated, it meant: "Nobody attacks me with impunity!"
That's when he pulled his blade from the gash, and flew over to grab onto it to prevent it from falling to the ground. He floated down and laid it down on the road.
Only then, after this, he'd realised that he wasn't supposed to injure the Garuda, at least as badly as he'd done.
"Ah, fockin'..." He cursed to himself.
He inspected the damage closely. Most of the guts of the Garuda Frame were exposed, and the fluids of the internal hydraulics were leaking everywhere. The other limbs and weapons were intact, along with the head, but the chest and torso areas were done for.
It could be repaired, given time, all that had to be done to replace those two components, but still, orders were orders...
"Shitcripes, sorry mates," He admitted over radio, the sheepishness and shame evident in his voice, though the message was jestful, "Th' Garuda frame is kinda, ehm - buggered."
His spare arm went for the back of his head, shaking his head in shame, "Tell me Kelly's orright, please?"