Chapter 33: Type H

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  ***

  Armored triple squid hitting at supersonic speed… Why not? I needed a fucking challenge today! “Mark the brains!” I asked Altany before opening fire.

  She gave me weird fucking hazes! “What the fuck!?” I still shot in those areas… well for the two shots I got off before it closed the distance.

  Their brains are never exactly in any specific places. They are waste models, and this is a rare variant. That is the approximate location I can determine.

  I didn’t answer for a bit as I focused on dodging the insanely fast whips! I could somewhat predict where they were going from their bases. Like any whip, they needed to start small… although these clearly had muscle given how they moved!

  I was able to move back and dodge six strikes! The seventh though… “Argh! Suck a dog dick Squidward!”

  The fucking thing thankfully hit my thigh armor but that threw me up and my upper back hit the ceiling. I spun forward and had to roll very awkwardly to avoid major damage. Minor damage was a fucking lost cause!

  At least I got some dist–nop!

  It is a fast model.

  “I fucking noticed!” I said while trying to gain enough distance to blast the fucker! Whenever I tried to point my gun it would rush or slam it away! Same for my damn railgun.

  I engaged my mental coprocessor but in the tight confines? I was still fucked. I had a couple weapons and it had… fuck knows how many god damn tentacles! On top of that, I just couldn’t retreat more or I’d put the team in danger! Fuck!

  Then I had an idea. I was a close-quarter specialist! Whips needed some distance and space to accelerate, right?

  I disassembled my gun. Using ground spikes and abusing the fuck out of my alloy thigh muscles, I stopped and reversed my momentum! My short-configuration halberd assembled in my hand, its vibro-blade buzzing hard.

  Doing a hard downward chop, I hit one of the masks between the eyes. I made the blade long but it had trouble going through the thick metal. I kept moving it downward as I dove my hand in one of its fucking eyes and used it as a handhold.

  It didn’t like that. Good.

  I didn’t like the feeling of gooy disgusting destroyed eyeball that came through the damn feedback from my armor. Bad. Very, very bad.

  As I held on through one eye, my tail hit the other, going over my axe. It shredded the inside but sparked a ton off the metal sockets! It tried to shake itself like a dog but I just used the momentum to get my tail deeper in. I even had to let go of my eye-handle to really go deep and get it to scramble deeper!

  Thanks to that god forsaken tactile, I could feel it.

  Gross. So, so fucking gross.

  However, I started falling right after. As I touched the ground, I kept holding the halberd. I was most of the way but had no time to finish, so I used it as a lever and pushed with all I had! A loud crack resounded in the tight confines, metallic and… bone-ish? Whatever. Under that mask, I saw flesh!

  Before I could do anything else though, I made a realization. If a whip had muscles, couldn’t it direct the tip somewhere else after building up the energy?

  What prompted this eureka moment? A blade. It came at the end of a long, whipping tentacle covered on metal scales. That tentacle was currently through my stomach.

  Apparently, the weight, sharpness, followthrough and muscle combined to become enough to penetrate all the way, on both sides.

  I loved my armor and echolocation, since they were the only reason that didn’t shred my heart. That blade had been aimed towards my ribcage. Echolocation gave me enough warning to move one of the strongest plates I had over there, deflecting the hit down.

  Then, the fucker tried to pull it out, which I was all for! However, there were two problems.

  First, scales tend to be smooth in one direction, the one that penetrated in this instance, and shred everything in the other, the direction to exit my body.

  Also, when you get penetrated by something that big and realize it’s too much, there’s always the chance the fucking thing gets stuck.

  That had been a fun trip to the clinic for me. This resulted in a trip to the fucking wall though. Actually, a few trips!

  I’m pretty sure I’d have lost consciousness from the whiplash without those head protection enhancements. Could be that stim played a role, along with my better nerves, reinforced spine… God I loved being augmented to the tits! Did I want tits? Could be fun? Did I have a concussion? Oh yeah I definitely…

  Louis!

  I focused and engaged my colonic injector! One dose of KP-Kicking and two of low-grade nano regenerative! I might have been in shock? Those metal scales hurt like a mother fucker as they fucked up my insides! KP-Kicking started to help but I didn’t want that yet.

  No, I needed the pain.

  I screamed inside my helmet as I saw red! I needed the pain to get in the right mindset. The rage, the adrenaline, and so many other things that were so hard to describe… Pain acted as a damn good kickstarter!

  The moment I thought to myself ‘that thing is going to kill Lila’, I got there. Nothing would hurt my god damn family! I’d destroy the rest of the fucking city if I had to! My teeth clenched so hard they might have cracked and between getting clipped by the ceiling and slammed to the wall, I struck!

  I still had my axe. I’d been cognizant enough to not let it go under any circumstances. The blade had enough length to cut the tentacle behind me by swinging over my head! I still impacted the wall, but that was good!

  I’d reoriented just enough to hit with my back. The force of the hit pushed the tentacle until it ended up flush with my back. The pain, even with the painkillers starting to work, might have made me black out. That is, if I hadn’t been in that state.

  Some called it going berserk, seeing red whatever. I saw it as wrath; pure focus, unwavering determination and unstoppable violence. A singular purpose of mind, body and soul. Anger became fuel, not the driving force.

  Rage didn’t fit. Rage could make you stupid, make you forget what mattered, but wrath made me focus. Mindless violence versus purposeful destruction. That’s how I thought of it anyway.

  I cut the bladed end right before the pig rimming prolapsing asshole came at me again! This time, I didn’t even try for my gun. I didn’t dodge either.

  Every strike became a chance for me to cut. I was never this fluid, this alert, this perfect unless I felt wrathful. The thought came at me again, ‘It’s going after my family’. I could finish this fight, I didn’t have a choice not to.

  It hit fucking hard, quite a few times, but I didn’t let that shit stop me! I stayed anchored, moved with the strike to soften the blow or even spun around hits! I used every opportunity to shorten the thing’s tentacles using my axe and arm blades.

  Every time it came at me, I came at it, closing the distance, little by little. Now? It retreated from me. Not fast enough! Coprocessor for the win! Every time the whips tried to hit me, I moved closer and cut it off closer to the base. Again and again I shortened that hentai nightmare!

  High speed combat at its finest. I fought and bled and slashed and kicked and punched and sliced and…

  Suddenly, I realized I’d shortened its tentacles enough!

  “High-ex railgun!” I shouted at Altany before I jumped forward! My foot planted itself in the split face as I grabbed the side of my cut!

  It tried to slap me away but couldn’t get enough momentum! With every goat fucking muscle in my body I pulled apart until…

  Ready to fire.

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  I shot in the gap and jumped off! Maybe I should have been more precise with Altany since the god forsaken thing blew up from the inside and threw shrapnel that kind of hurt like a bitch!

  Well, they would without KP-Kicking but I knew they should hurt! My breathing wasn’t great. The stupid fucking tentacle pressed on my diapharm from what I could tell.

  As I lay on the floor, catching my breath without really catching it, I just had one thought. “We really need… to install that martial… thing so I can fight… like that without getting… skewered.” I tried to chuckle but my abs were… somewhat functional? “How’re my abs working?” I said with difficulty.

  They are Mole-Bear alloys, not traditional muscles. They can take some damage and still function. Would you like me to call Johnny? I believe you may be due for an extraction. Also, incoming.

  My Grave Digger assembled and I shot using echolocation for position. I also used good ol’ eyeballin’ without eyeballs plus very high spread rounds. The model three bit the dust… eventually. “Would you kindly buy three turrets for me?”

  Of course.

  The three Spiny Spiners --such a funny name!-- aimed and fired as soon as they were ready. I stayed on the ground for now. “Call Johnny please… Wait, did one of your reconnaissance… drones pick up that fight?” I said, pretty sure I’d have lost consciousness without the stim and my fucked up alien painkiller of choice! Garry had placed a few of those drones, right?

  Yes, I did. Connecting you now.

  “Howdy!”

  “Heeeyyy, Johnny! I’m gonna send you some… Epic footage! Check this out! Altany, please please... pretty please?” I said playfully.

  … sending. I believe there may be unforeseen interactions in your biology with the several pharmacological products you ingested.

  Thanks to Johnny’s super duper speed, he very fast said: “Holy fucking shit are you alright?” Woah! Johnny for real swearing? That’s bad!

  “Heeeyyy, language young mister! Also nop! Got some of those… HFUGs on the first floor? I maybe might possibly... need an extraction. Oh! Also super cover fire! Like a blanket of napalm! I’m not sure I… can walk right now… the world is turning a bit…”

  Mister Law sounded just a tinsy bit panicked… Wha’s wrong? “Dear lord, alright, yeah, we got the level under control, like most of the north quadrant for like, twenty floors. You guys lasted a lot longer than we needed so we’ve been doing rescue in the other quadrants. I’ll get the gunners to open fire, maybe put a few more on the railings, to fire into those holes. Alright, just stay put!”

  It wasn’t that bad, right? I was just a bit… bent and broken? Yeah, no, bad. Not super caliper bad but not awesome possum… I chuckled! “I love possums… They’re so terrifying and fluffy… Ha! Like me!” That made me laugh a lot more.

  “Oh lord, I’m callin’ Lila...” I spent a few bubbly seconds… minutes? Not hours… Yeah, no, not hours… Then Lila appeared out of nowhere! Like a ninja!

  “Lila! I missed you! Are you a ninja?” She snorted.

  “I always love seeing you high, it’s so rare that it’s magical every time.” I glared my animated eyes at her…

  “Hey! Ninjutsu is serious business!”

  “No, Louis, I’m not a ninja.” I frowned.

  “Aaaaoonnn… Always wanted to see a ninja… We have samurais, why not ninjas?” As she dragged me back with some hardness… difficulty? Yeah, difficulty!

  Yes, anyway, she kept talking! Yeah! “Of course we have ninjas Louis. Like samurais though, they’re cyber-ninjas, which are a lot cooler!” My eyes widened. That was so true! I had to tell Robin! Wait…

  “You’re so right! Hey Lila, think we can… get you a horse dick that you… can feel and cum with?” She almost dropped me, not careful there!

  “No, no, wait... dogs have… that knot thing right? Am I a furry? I think I might… be a furry Lila… or is it like… a spectrum of furry?” Lila laughed so hard it was hard to drag me… on account of my speculation on what makes me hard! Ha!

  As we arrived at ‘Fort Awesomer Than Alamo’, I saw Francis! Yeah!

  “Hi Francis! I miss your dick!” A few of his shots went high and the laughing spoiled his aim a bit.

  “The boss is high?” He asked between hahas.

  “Never seen him this high!” Lila said after dropping me. Suddenly, lots of big booms started to fill the place!

  “Oh, that’s our guns! I bought those! Well, Johnny and I did, I like Johnny! Hey Johnny! I’m not gonna… have sex with you!” Johnny almost tumbled his way into ‘Fort Super Alamo!’.

  “Alright, that’s enough of that!” He said, confusingly.

  “Aaaaaoooonnnn, do you have to?” Lila asked, bizarrely!

  “To what? Run fast? I think so, speed’s his thing! Not the drug, though maybe… the drug, he kind of has… a stick up his ass… or not? He’d be less uptight with… a plug in there at…”

  “Yes I do! Let’s go!”

  ***

  “Robin! Love you Robin! Miss you!” I said as Carol looked at my booboos. Robin called me before I could get super healed!

  “I miss you, I miss the kids! I miss your ass… so much! I miss your dick! I miss your hair, I miss… your mouth, your stomach, your back,... your back, the way I feel when you… lay against me, the lack of tension… in my muscles when you’re around… although I don’t know… how that works… anymore with alloy muscles WAIT!”

  I looked straight into… nothing as I addressed the love of my eternity and a half! “Do I have an alloy dick? Robin, do I have a metal dick?” I said, panicking a bit. I didn’t want a metal dick! Could you even feel a metal dick?

  Please take a detoxification suite. This is painful.

  “No, love, dicks don’t have muscles, remember?” He said with the cutest smile in the world in his voice.

  “Oh… alright, thanks! I love your smile… by the way, did I… tell you that? I’m not sure…” McCutie laughed cutely.

  “I love you too, Pandear. Nice to know that even this high you still love me just as passionately.” I snorted, of course I did! “You have to listen to Carol, alright?” I nodded.

  “Okay, talk to you soon! Miss the taste of… your cum by the way!” Robin laughed before hanging up.

  Carol seemed rather red faced. I thought she was talking to Altany! “Yes… Yes I’m jamming at the right spot it’s just… I need some leverage, there’s a plate out of place… “

  “What did you… say to her?” I muttered real low. Was Altany embarrassing the poor woman? Bad Altany!

  I am giving her instructions on how to unjam your helmet’s faceplate so you can take a detoxification suite. Also medication. Stay quiet until we are done.

  “Hey! No magic word!” I said indignantly! Somehow, the mental impression of a sigh reached me. It made my head fuzzy… Also, things started spinning more than was supposed… Normal? Yeah, more than was supposed normal…

  Please stay very still and quiet until we are done.

  “Alright, thank you for saying please Altany! You have a pretty… name by the way. Is it like a…” This time the mental impression of someone rubbing their temples reached me and it… made things… spin more and my stomach was… “Altany… That made… My head weird and…”

  W-- Oh. I am telling Carol to hurry.

  Nurse Yakuza did seem to get faster, but I didn’t concentrate on that! Pretty sure I’d vomit soon… “Oh shit! If he vomits now he’ll aspirate! Fuck, fuck common, get… the fuck… off you… piece of-Ah!”

  My face plate popped off and I got turned to the side where I puked my lunch of weird alien food. “Urgh… Why does it still taste good… while coming back out?”

  Carol passed me a little mask with a thingy. “Altany is begging me to ask you to put this on.”

  “Oaky!” I said as I put it on.

  A few seconds later I was stone cold sober. I groaned. Mostly from the FUCKING PAIN OF MY INJURIES FUCK! “Painkillers that won’t make me high! Now! Please!”

  I asked while feeling the various bruises and still messed up ribs as well as, oh, yeah, A FUCKING TENTACLE IN MY STOMACH! My nanites were working on them but they had fucking limits! The broken fucking armor INSIDE ME didn’t goat fucking help for fuck’s sake that fucking fucked up fucky piece of shit fucking fuck of a squid fucker!

  A few seconds later I was back to ‘fucked up but just achy’. “So, I’m going to be a big baby and ask for class two nano-regen here…” I said with no shame whatsoever.

  Carol disagreed however. “That is what I’m recommending… after we remove the tentacle from your body.”

  I stayed silent for a second. “There an hentai joke in there but I’m in no state to make it. Please get it the fuck out right fucking now?”

  Removing the mother fucking thing was apparently a lot more painful than having it stabbed in. Mostly because of the lack of fucking adrenaline! I had a lot more when we were done though!

  ***

  I ended up needing a class two nano-regenerative suite, Hemo-Restore, a Mole-Bear automated field repair kit and a bunch of spare parts to get me back in action. Well, action might be too strong a word. It took a good fifteen minutes for all of that to do its work.

  I arrived next to Johnny as he surveyed the ground floor. “Hey buddy, thanks for pulling me out of that mess.” I wouldn’t apologize for what I said while high. I stood by every… most words, I just had no filter!

  “Nah, don’t sweat, your militia did most of the work.”

  I looked at him and smiled. “Our militia.”

  He paused and I could see him smile back. “Right. Anyway, It seems that we have the hive contained for now, so all that's left's S&R now.”

  I blinked. “Wait, what? We really have it contained?” His smile widened.

  “We sure do! Mostly because they finally attacked the hive on the other side, that lowered the number we gotta deal with.”

  “Fina-fucking-ly! Seriously, two fucking hours!? What the fuck took them so long!?” I said with real fury in my voice.

  “I know. It don’t feel right. Laser Jack said they needed to send higher tier samurai over yonder. The ones they had might’ve died real quick.” I snorted.

  “More like he could send samurais discreetly. The ones that would’ve gotten killed down there couldn’t be sent to help us? Fuck it, I’ll punch Laser Jack another day, people still need us. Altany, any spots where I might find a lot of civilians or one of my enforcers? Can’t sit on my ass.” I said, my leg bouncing.

  There are no likely pockets of survivors that are not assigned in the first and second section. The third however, have likely locations of both. The hive is contained, but many still made it higher up the tower and were not effectively countered by strong resistance for the most part. Aside from the squads blocking the exits, that is. They may be starting to grow new hives in favored spots.

  “Alright, send me a ping and tell the enforcers that made the least amount of points to come with. They make more points near me so let’s get all our people well geared up! Thank you again, Johnny!” I took off as fast as I could. Several of the enforcers with low earnings as of yet were new to this whole incursion, it'd be a good test run.

  “Oh, fuck, right, what enforcers did we recover? Are they all equipped?” I said, excited to see which of my friends we’d saved. Yeah, sure, I wasn’t close friends with all seventy but they were still friends! All of them I’d trained and/or fought with.

  For some we had sex, others we just shot the shit during shifts, played games, trained in VR together or a hundred other things! Hell, some even watched over my kids!

  At minimum I knew them. I knew their character. I knew they cared. They cared for the community or just innocent people. All of them had good hearts. They were the type to go out swinging when someone needed protecting. That meant they also had a high chance of dying…

  Recovered enforcers have all been added to the net.

  Enforcers saved during operation ‘Inuit Secession’:

  Hicks, Vasquez, Hudson, Apone, Ferro, Drake, Meyer, Dietrich, Frost, Corbeau, Bishop and Ripley

  Plenty of them had single names, like Lila, mostly to hide identities or just because it sounded cooler. For some it was a break in identity with their past selves too. It'd be seen as extremely rude to bring up the old one. Altany also simply kept the format concise.

  I wanted to find as many as possible. They mattered to me on a deep, personal level. They were brothers and sisters in arms!