Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

More than a hundred other spacecraft flying in orbit were close to them - Seraph fighter jets and other troop carriers, while the sweeper ship stretched out its tentacle-like grappling hooks to salvage metal fragments floating in the air. Dominating the sky are two three-hundred-meter-long cruisers.

Polaski, let's separate here. The meeting place remains unchanged. Tommy's voice came from the communication channel, and then the Banshee fighter he was on quietly disappeared under the cover of the fleet.

Rebecca's eyes were fixed on the window, and her hands were clenched into fists unconsciously. Damn it, he went on a mission alone again, and there was nothing I could do.

She knew that it was the best choice for Tommy to go to Warhammer Base alone, and he had comforted her, but she couldn't help but worry about him. Mann was dead, and so was her brother. She never wanted to bear such a farewell again.

She hopes she can be as powerful as him one day.

At this time, a Covenant cruiser quickly zoomed into her field of vision and accelerated towards them.

Rebecca got up and walked over to the cockpit, where the Chief stood at the control panel and Lieutenants Polaski and McKay were sitting on the seats they had welded in place after stripping them from the Pelican troop carrier.

They're sending us an answer signal, Polaski whispered.

This is easy to handle, Warrant Officer, Lieutenant McKay also whispered, Just use the response procedure Cortana developed for us.

Yes, Lieutenant, Polaski replied, then looked intently at the covenant text displayed on the left monitor. Send now. She tapped a holographic icon.

Sergeant Johnson and Corporal Locklear stood two meters behind Rebecca, both looking nervous. Avery chewed the butt of his cigarette, frowning, watching the Covenant warship getting closer and closer. Locklear subconsciously stretched his finger to pull the trigger, and large beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Cortana has it all taken care of, Avery whispered, don't worry.

I'm dying, Locklear muttered. Sir, I'd rather be in a burning lander than here, even if I lose control. We're a duck to the slaughter now.

Shut up, Lieutenant McKay whispered to Locklear dissatisfied, Let the lady operate in peace.

Polaski looked from the communications screen to the monitors as the two cruisers grew larger and larger, filling the holographic space in front of her. Her hands hung above the joystick, not touching it, but she was eager to try.

The three Seraph fighters accelerated out of their orbit and flew close to them.

Is that coming to attack us? Lieutenant McKay asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that the sound would pass through the bulkhead and reach the ears of the Covenant.

I don't think so, Polaski's hanging hands shook a little, but it's hard to predict what those things will do.

Locklear took a deep breath, and Rebecca noticed he wasn't exhaling, so she raised her leg and kicked him in the hip. Idiot, breathe out and relax, we'll be fine.

Locklear's whole body tilted because of this. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, exhaled, then turned his head and glared at Rebecca angrily, but she immediately glared back.

He raised his hand and touched his bald head, and moved his lips twice, wanting to say something offensive, but he said angrily: I know, good men don't fight with women. This Marine fee It took the boss's efforts to force himself to calm down.

A red light flashed on the control panel. Collision warning. Polaski said calmly. All well-trained naval pilots are extremely calm when facing imminent death. She reached for the joystick.

Keep course, the lieutenant ordered.

Yes, sir, she replied, letting go of the controller. The fighter jet is a hundred meters away from us and still approaching.

Keep on course, Lieutenant McKay repeated. They just want a closer look. She said in a low voice that only she could hear. Nothing to see. Nothing to see at all.

When the Seraph fighter jets were only ten meters away from them, they rolled to both sides of the troop carrier, and the engine casing flashed with a dazzling blue light. They rolled and flew over the transport ship. Then they flew back to meet the two cruisers.

The two large spaceships rumbled directly over their heads, blocking the incoming sunlight. In the dark, the light in the cockpit automatically adjusted, and the display panel was suddenly filled with the purple-blue light preferred by the Covenant troops.

Rebecca realized at this moment that she was holding her breath unconsciously. Maybe she was not as calm as she looked. In this case, there were more similarities between her and Locklear than she thought. many.

She turned up the visual compensator on her helmet and took a closer look at the helltrooper: a wild, desperate look in his eyes, a flaming comet tattooed on the deltoid of his left arm.

In Rebecca's opinion, if Locklear wanted to hang out in Night City, he must at least be a gang leader. Well, add a few red prosthetic eyes to his face, and he is a genuine Uzumaki Gang prosthetic maniac.

This madman was lucky enough not to be destroyed by the Covenant troops and the disgusting monsters on the halo. To escape from the enemy unharmed, he must have enough courage and wisdom.

As if a whole century had passed, the two cruisers finally flew past. The sunlight from the Epsilon Galaxy suddenly filled the entire cockpit, and Rebecca couldn't help but squint her eyes. The pair of red prosthetic eyes were still in her eye sockets. They left in a hurry, and the doctor was mainly taking care of Kamano Nana while on the Yushu, and there was no time to replace her with a new pair of natural eyes.

Tommy repeatedly told her not to activate other functions of the prosthetic eyes when fighting the Covenant, and just use them as ordinary eyes, because any prosthetic eyes in Night City would be too low-level in the face of this war. If you are not careful, it may be scrapped due to ubiquitous electronic warfare.

Thinking of the serious look on his face, Rebecca felt a warm current flowing through her heart - it was so great to meet him.

Watching the cruiser go away, Polaski breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward. She wiped the sweat from her brow.

Seeing this, Locklear rolled his eyes, reached into his coat pocket, took out a clean and flat red handkerchief, and handed it to Polaski.

She stared at the handkerchief for a second, then at the corporal, and then took it in her hand. Thanks, Locklear. She folded it into a turban, brushed the blond hair from her face, and tied it around her forehead.