Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

The Grunts in the berth were busy. In addition to them, there were several Banshee fighter jets and a Phantom troop carrier landing supplies. It was obvious that they were preparing for the next interception operation.

Tommy's Banshee fighter jet circled and was about to touch the deck. He began to call the noble team: Li Jia and I will deal with the Phantom troop carrier. The others clear the parking bay and follow my instructions. The fighter jet crunched Touch down, Action!

He photographed a holographic button on the inner wall of the Banshee fighter. When the hatch opened, he jumped out of the Banshee fighter and then rushed out like an arrow.

Adrenaline made his blood surge, and the sharp pain in his chest, ribs and shoulders instantly became numb - had he been fighting with such severe pain? !

[Uh-oh! ] She couldn't help but scream.

Being the heart and brains of a starship is fun, but the adrenaline-twisted frenzy of human consciousness under high pressure is even more visceral.

And I don’t have a heart at all. amazing.

Hearing Ellie's voice, Tommy's running movements slowed down a beat, and then the deafening gunshots began to echo in the docking cabin.

The three Grunt maintenance workers were swept to the ground with blood splattered on the spot, screaming. An elite warrior tried to crawl back into the Banshee fighter jet, but was blown away by the blue heat wave of a plasma grenade.

The Phantom troop carrier saw two Spartans charging toward it, its anti-gravity engines glowing blue, and it began to take off and try to escape the destroyer's docking bay.

Tommy didn't give them a chance, sprinted to the bow of the ship, stepped on the nose of the spacecraft, used the force of his step to jump three meters high, and climbed onto the sloping front hatch directly above the cockpit.

Ellie had never known what her physical body—a battleship, her circuits, or its data drives—could do, but for the first time in her life, she was overwhelmed.

She had no idea what Tommy would do or how he would feel the next second, even if he received the thoughts in his brain before his muscles moved.

Tommy's knees landed with a thud on the hatch. There was still a g's gravity on the wide open deck, and Ellie felt that the hatch cover was deformed under the impact of the swinging fist attack.

Tommy stood up quickly, planted his feet on both sides of the hatch frame, and then swung down and pulled out the emergency opening pin.

Ellie could accurately calculate how much force it would take to do so, but that didn't give him an inkling of the feeling of the contraction of Tommy's lats and the pressure on his palms as Tommy tightened his grip and pulled up.

A shimmering mist of ice crystals puffed out from the edge of the hatch, like leaking steam. This boat is leaking air.

Hull damaged - closed berth!

Ellie felt the destroyer tremble as Emil fired two missiles into the docking bay.

With a loud shout, Tommy tore off the nose hatch and climbed into the craft, holding his rifle tightly to his chest as the door to the docking bay closed.

He tore apart a titanium troop carrier as if it were cardboard. His heart rate was approaching 180, and Ellie could feel it jumping into his throat—my throat—in a way she had never experienced before.

He's lost depth perception, but Ellie isn't ready to go in yet.

A volley of automatic weapons fire echoed outside the dropship, but it was muted to background noise in Tommy's ears.

He landed in the cockpit, right between two Elites who looked like they were in slow motion. He didn't even raise his assault rifle. There’s not enough space here, so we’re surprisingly lucky.

He side-shouldered the first elite against the bulkhead, which made an overwhelming sound of deformation, and then he punched the alien's chin.

The energy shield was broken after a flash, and its head was thrown backward. The force was so strong that Ellie could even feel the cracking sound of the cervical vertebrae transmitted from her arms. This blow failed to kill the elite on the spot, but it collapsed, and more than a dozen teeth clinked on the floor.

The second roared and drew his energy sword. This elite was a head taller than Tommy, but he ducked sideways to avoid the incoming sword blade. He pinched its windpipe with one hand and squeezed it tightly with his fingers. Then he took off the pistol placed on his thigh with the other hand and used the butt of the gun. Hit its skull hard.

The sound of the gun butt crushing the skull became duller each time, and Ellie could even feel the tremor of the pistol. The elite was hit so hard that he lost the ability to resist. The energy sword fell weakly on the control panel, and the smell of burned wires began to permeate the air.

Tommy bumped into him, then shot the face just a short distance away as it reared back.

The fire flashed, brains sprayed all over the bulkhead, and the elite fell to the ground with a pop with his face smashed, and a disgusting stench filled the cockpit.

After aligning with his sensory abilities, Ellie felt his depth perception gradually return and he heard sounds at normal volumes.

Adrenaline. Even in the body of a Spartan warrior, his effect is still - tricky. But go ahead, honey, you're doing a great job even without my help.

The cockpit is safe, two enemies were killed. Tommy said on the communication channel.

Finish the next four, Lijia said.

I'll go support the berthing bay, and you hurry up and seize the bridge. Tommy ordered, turned around and jumped out of the cockpit of the troop carrier.

The battle in the docking cabin has come to an end, and there are corpses of jackals and grunts everywhere. The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mix together to form a new smell that Ellie has never smelled before.

An elite soldier in white armor was lying on the deck twitching, and the other was picked up by Emil, and the M11 tactical dagger was completely buried in its chest.

Every process of Ellie is tied to the system timing. Now it feels like two separate timelines are going on - her own real and objective one, and Tommy's one. Suddenly, the passage of time becomes slow, Densely packed with the data he needs to defeat his enemies.

This seems to be the effect of adrenaline on his perception of time. It's amazing.

Tommy rushed to the corner of the docking cabin, where there were still a few shivering Jackals. There was an explosion of a plasma grenade, and then a burst of intensive fire, and the docking cabin fell silent.

Go to the bridge now. Tommy ordered Carter and Emil, kicked away the Jackal corpse blocking the way, and ran quickly towards the direction of the gunfire. The berthing cabin is empty, he kicked open the cabin door with sparks flying with a bang, Lidya, reply.

Two, bridge. Liga said calmly, as if she was just strolling down the street.

Tommy ran down the passage toward the destroyer's bridge, surrounded by corpses with gunshots in their foreheads.