Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

He inserted the muzzle of the assault rifle into the narrow crack in the door and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of the gunshot resounded throughout the corridor, and the ejected shell casings fell to the floor with a click-click sound.

A miserable howl came from the other side of the door, and a wisp of green smoke floated through the crack of the door.

Tommy put the rifle back on the magnetic hanging point on his back, then grabbed the door with both hands, bent his arms, and pulled hard - this time, the two heavy metal doors finally moved.

A beam of plasma grazed his shield, making him dizzy with the flash. He ignored the scorching heat, closed his eyes and continued to push the door open. Another plasma beam came over and hit his chest.

Stay back! Rebecca's shout came from behind him.

The two doors were pulled half a meter apart - that was enough.

He rolled to the side and recharged his shield for a while.

no response. The armor's alarm still screamed. He squinted his eyes and scanned the damage window on the heads-up display through the glowing dots wandering in his field of vision - the internal temperature of Mjolnir armor exceeded sixty degrees Celsius. Tommy heard the tiny refrigeration compressor in the armor squeaking continuously as it tried to lower the temperature through refrigeration.

Marines! he yelled. Suppressive fire!

Yes, team leader! Rebecca stopped approaching him, got down on one knee, and fired at the opening of the door; Johnson stood and fired, and the bullets swish from the top of Rebecca's head. fly by.

Tommy restarted his shield control software - still no response. His shield system was finally paralyzed after three major experiences in Reach, Night City and Halo. He was even secretly surprised that the armor could last so long.

The sound of shooting stopped suddenly, and only the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the corridor.

Rebecca snapped a new magazine into the rifle. Done.

I'll go in first, Tommy said.

He dashed inside, stepping over the dead Elite before him on the floor. Its body was torn apart - it had been killed while trying to keep the door from being pulled open.

Tommy scanned the room. The room is circular in shape, twenty meters in diameter; there is a suspended platform in the center, ten meters in diameter, surrounded by holographic control panels. The platform floats above a recess in the deck. The pit contained a burst fiber optic line and three cowering Covenant engineers.

Don't kill these engineers, Ellie warned. We need them.

Got it, Tommy replied. Do you understand the order, Locklear?

There was no immediate reply from Locklear on the communication channel. After a moment, he said: Understood.

The circular walls, displays stretching from the deck to the ceiling, were filled with various diagrams and curious markings from the Covenant forces, indicating the identity of the flagship. At the same time, they also showed the surrounding space conditions. You could see the two cruisers of the Covenant force that were chasing the Truth and Harmony and the cruiser that was approaching the flagship.

Tommy's peripheral vision detected an abnormality: an elite warrior wearing jet-black armor popped out from next to the monitor on the wall, and its stealth suit was disappearing bit by bit. It roared in defiance as it strode toward Tommy.

The armor of this elite warrior is different. In addition to being more rounded and with more elegant curves than the armor of ordinary elites, it is even decorated with dark red etched jewelry. Tommy recognized this as a Spartan Hunter through the odd symbol marked on its right chest, combined with reports from a few years ago about the cause of death of the Headhunter team.

Spartan Hunters are often gorgeous in appearance and superb in combat skills, and enjoy high honor and status in the Covenant.

Not being careless, Tommy grabbed the rifle and pulled the trigger. Three bullets whizzed out, and then the machine hung up. The ammunition meter showed 00-damn it, there were no more bullets.

The bullet hit the elite warrior's shield and emitted a string of sparks. Fortunately, a bullet penetrated the shield and hit its shoulder. Purple-black blood dripped on the floor, but it did nothing to the wound. He didn't care and ran straight over without stopping.

Cecilia burst into the room and aimed her gun at the Elites. Don't move! he shouted, thumbing the weapon's safety catch. The Elite drew a plasma pistol and fired a charged overload at the Corporal - but its eyes never left Tommy.

Cecilia cursed and jumped out of the room before the plasma beam hit him.

Tommy changed his hand gesture to hold the gun and squatted down to prepare for a fight. The shield was malfunctioning and his body was covered in pain, making him less confident in defeating the Spartan hunter.

The elite soldier took off his helmet and threw it aside, and soon the plasma pistol was dropped on the deck with a clatter. It leaned forward, its mouth grinning. It approached quickly, and a bloody light lit up in front of Tommy's eyes - he saw a bright red plasma energy sword held in its hand, and there was even an electric light flashing on the edge of the blade.

The elite warrior smiled ferociously and charged towards him with his sword drawn.

Tommy's right hand subconsciously touched his waist - it was broken, and the energy sword was with the Master Chief.

He dodged when the buzzing energy sword struck, then dived towards the elite warrior, swung the butt of his gun and hit it hard on the upper abdomen.

The fragments of the plastron were flying everywhere, and the elite soldier couldn't straighten up in pain. Tommy raised the butt of his gun and hit it on the head again.

Unfortunately, the elite warrior rolled back to avoid it. The energy sword struck again. Before Tommy could see clearly, he only felt an astonishing heat rushing towards his face, and then the rifle in his hand was split into two pieces. He stepped aside and threw the scrapped MA5B onto the deck.

The sword edge roared towards him with white-hot energy, almost hitting him. The internal temperature of the Thunder Hammer armor rose rapidly.

Tommy couldn't risk jumping and dodging at such a close distance, so he did the most unexpected thing for the elite warriors: he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed both of its wrists.

The muscles on the elite warrior's arm were as hard as iron. It struggled hard, trying to break free from Tommy's grasp. Tommy twisted the alien's sword hand hard enough to force the blade to one side - but that was where most of his strength was expended, so he had to put less effort into its other hand.

The energy sword unleashed its power again, striking at Tommy's head. The sword edge almost brushed against his face. The distance between them was only a few millimeters, causing waves of static electricity to flash on his heads-up display.