Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

What now? General Whitcomb asked, is this thing affecting our passage through slipspace?

Obviously. Dr. Halsey finished and walked to the edge of the berthing cabin to better observe the situation outside.

The general walked over with her and saw that the temperature of the turret of the Covenant warship was rising. Can they launch that thing in slip space? If they can, we will just wait to die.

Tommy could just barely see more warships flying in the distance. The light from these Covenant ships faded, disappeared, and then reappeared in the mist.

The nearest enemy ships opened fire. Ultra-high temperature gaseous energy balls were ejected from their turrets, accelerating towards them. This blue space is dyed lavender.

Locklear was helping Polaski out of the troop carrier. He held her hand, and the two of them watched the plasma ball rushing over.

Tommy felt the armor plate on his waist being grabbed. He looked down and saw Rebecca. She was looking out of the docking cabin expressionlessly, closing her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

In this space, they cannot escape. Tommy sighed and touched her head.

The balls of plasma energy continued to come hurtling in—then they rose, spiraled out of their orbit, and a few disappeared in a flash, only to reappear elsewhere. Enemy fire jumped up and down, left and right - but none of them flew towards the Justice.

It seems that death is impossible this time.

His thoughts returned from death to reality, and thinking that other Spartans were probably staring at him, Tommy shuddered and moved away the hand on Rebecca's head. Rebecca glanced at him, snorted angrily, and walked away.

He turned around and saw Lijia looking like she was about to come over, but she froze in place.

The Spartans standing further back moved their heads slightly and tapped their fingers, obviously chatting using the built-in communication channel of the Thor Hammer armor - he hoped that he would receive less ridicule in the future, Rebecca's He would find a more appropriate time to explain the matter to Lijia.

What the hell is going on? Sergeant Johnson said, stepping over to the Master Chief and looking at the monitor.

Dr. Halsey glanced back at Tommy. I don't think their warships can fire in slipspace. I'm pretty sure ours can't either. She took off her glasses and opened her eyes wide. Normally, they can't. If they can fire, then logically we're not in slipspace. And wherever we are, she whispered, the rules have changed.

The general frowned. Cortana, he shouted, whatever you do, don't return—

Too late. Cortana was already fighting back.

Pillars of fire flew out from the Supreme Justice - twisting and circling like streamers, then disappearing and reappearing.

This messy blue space envelops the Supreme Justice and the Covenant fleet like a bubble. Now there are at least forty ultra-high-temperature plasma energy balls added to it. They are hovering aimlessly, and their speed is getting too fast. calculate.

Three churning fireballs appeared in front of the nearest cruiser, hitting its bow and splashing away. The first one shattered its shining silver shield, and the second and third one melted the armor and the alloy shell underneath - the air spurted out, making the giant ship look like a child's colorful wheel. Spin it up.

It's so damn exciting! Sergeant Johnson gloated. We don't have to do anything, just wait for those bastards who opened fire to reap the consequences! Look, they're going to open fire again!

The Covenant warship's weapons gradually heated up and fired a row of plasma energy beams. After the directed firepower changed direction and deviated from the flight path, it gathered, disappeared, and reappeared, scurrying around in this bubble-shaped jump fault space.

No, Sergeant, Dr. Halsey said, his voice cold, we'll share their fate.

Cortana, General Whitcomb shouted, lower the blast doors of the berth. Quick!

The three-meter-thick door overhead shook and slid down.

A plasma beam flashed across the night sky in a parallel trajectory, less than half a kilometer away from Tommy's face - even though the flagship was protected by a shield, the temperature outside the armor soared twenty degrees.

Without the protection of armor, some technicians who were too close to the explosion-proof door in the berthing cabin screamed and fell on the deck, and there was chaos all around.

At this time, a plasma energy beam hit the starboard shield of the Supreme Justice and splashed away, and the flames illuminated it red. The membrane that separates the docking cabin from the external vacuum is like a thousand broken mirrors, glowing with white light. Static crackled through Tommy's armor, and his shields resonated.

As the blast door fell, another fireball spattered on their port side. The energy spread out at the bow of the ship, forming a blood-red halo. The Justice's shields flashed, then weakened but finally made it through. so close.

The explosion-proof door of the berth fell on the deck and was immediately closed tightly with a bang.

The blast doors are securely closed, Cortana reported.

Let's fly the spaceship quickly! General Whitcomb yelled, while we still have the spaceship. He looked around, frowned at Tommy, obviously dissatisfied with his status as a military intelligence agent, and then The order was: Master Chief, take us to the bridge.

Yes, sir. The Master Chief stepped towards the road leading to the depths of the flagship, followed by the rest of the staff.

General Whitcomb turned back to Dr. Halsey and said: Catherine, don't use technical terms, explain what is going on here. Since we can see those cruisers, and they can also see us, why can't our firepower hit them? Where is the other party?

The Supreme Justice rolled to the port side, a series of explosions and an undetectable crash were heard overhead, the artificial gravity fluctuated, and the deck tilted. Everyone staggered, and Dr. Halsey fell to the deck.

Turrets 1 and 7 were destroyed, Cortana reported. A UFO collided with us.

Whitcomb helped Dr. Halsey to her feet. She looked nervously at the road in front of her.

My guess is that the alien man-made object we brought into slipspace expanded this space. Physicists believe that slipspace is a highly compressed variant of regular space, which is layered on top of each other, like a skein. Now. , imagine our ball of thread”

She intertwined her fingers in a circle and into a knot. However, these are not tangible lines. At the slightest quantum fluctuation, plasma, light and matter jump from one line to another.