Night City Legend Chapter 17

The sounds of our heavy footsteps rang out in a loud chorus of the YoRHa androids high heels loudly clicking and cracking the rocks they were kicking off of as we sprinted towards the south.

"White, ETA on the spare jet to pick us up?" I asked hurriedly as we ran.

Commander White's calm voice then entered my mind through my Cyberdeck as she said. "Our spare jet is already en-route and can meet you at a landing point due thirty miles to the south in two hours. NUSA's satellites are searching for atmospheric disturbances so the jet can only go Mach 1.5."

Fuck... I knew Vault Tech and NUSA would throw a fit if we fucked with ATLAS but I didn't think they would be so reactive.

"Fine... Draw up a map of the local topography, map out a route we can take to reach a suitable landing zone." I ordered after a moment of thought.

As we needed to travel the thirty miles in order for us to be beyond the horizon for those damned railguns that shot out YoRHa's only other jet.

"Contact!" One of the Scout units called out hurriedly and my cybernetic eyes snapped to the side as a lock on filled my eyes as a fucking truck-sized spider leapt from a nearby tree with a literal scream as it tried to land on us.

Operating word being 'tried' as in unison a dozen bolts of blinding blue plasma lanced through it and sent it flying in the other direction.

"Bioweapons sighted... Keep an eye for the trees, and literally everything else. We need to move slower so we don't get attacked from behind as well." I said with a frown as our loose formation entered a tight almost square formation so we could keep an eye on everyone.

The YoRHa pod's took up the role of watching our backs as we continued at a slower pace into the dark forest and dear lord I was glad I had cybernetic eye's that had night vision.

As that spider was just the precursor for the bullshit to come. More giant spiders, beetles, and centipedes with thick armor that could probably tank normal gunfire up to 50 BMG.

It was a total shit show, but our plasma lances, which I created to deal with assholes in power armor,r were perfect for dealing with the mutated bioweapons, thankfully.

We moved with mechanical precision, quite literally in YoRHa's case, who would hose down any monsters who came at us with extreme prejudice as they really... Really hated the bioweapons.

And yet those same monsters charged at us whenever they sensed us, as though the bioweapon virus or whatever had changed them was making them attack us due to us lacking the catalyst that changed them.

"Large flying life form in the distance." 2B called out with a clear frown and I looked backwards in the direction she pointed and my vision had a highlight large flying... Thing in the air.

It looked like a giant moth with glowing red luminous eyes... But there was just one problem. Scan's showed that it was literally larger than a fucking elephant.

An insect logically couldn't breathe and survive at such a huge size,e let alone fly, which told me one thing. 

'Fucking Mothman.' I cursed mentally at the realization that the eldritch Fallout bullshit was very much real. And now I knew I needed to go slaughter a few groups of people that worshipped said eldritch 'gods.'

Because I already had enough problems with the Batarians being on my ass let alone Umbrella having another 'whoops' and infecting half the damn planet with some mutating super bioweapon.

Let's just throw in Chuthulu while we were at it as well.

"Do not shoot at it!" I called out firmly, and then I snapped out. "Retreat now! That is not a logic based life form, however mutated it may be!"

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Cracking rang out as hard marble-like 'stone' gave way under the force of a massive Deathclaw's clawed hands of death as it tore through a wall of false stone.

"You shouldn't have come here, Frank." A soft but hollow female voice spoke out as Eveline strode out from the dark depths of the tunnel, leading towards Umbrella's hidden labs.

Frank Horrigan, the mountain of a man, who was just over 12 feet tall and clad in the best power armor known to man and weighing more then three tons just stepped forward and said through his sealed power armors speaker system.

"Umbrella has fucked around one too many times... NUSA, Militech and of course Vault Tech have taken one too many hits to face."

Eveline however tilted her head to the side as she asked curiously. "I do not understand, we have made a deal to have our bioweapons, robots, and soldiers fight it out to gain combat and product data. Why are you here attempting to kill me?"

To which Frank just snorted as he lifted up a hand cannon revolver that had the same size as a rotating cylinder grenade launcher in one hand at Eveline before he said with finality.

"You touched a special project of too many interest groups. Now we are at war... Welcome to the Fifth Corporate War, you fuck wits started."

And then just before Frank pulled the trigger on the outlandishly sized hand cannon, Eveline broke down into a stream of black mold that seemingly melted into the grates in the floor with Eveline's scrambled 'voice' ringing.

"If it is war you want. And declare for no reason. Then it is war you shall get... I hope your FEV projects have born fruit beyond abominations like yourself, Frank. As the streets of America will run red with this foolish aggression."

Frank just snorted and holstered his hand cannon before walking over to the male alpha deathclaw that was at the back of the dozen-strong pack of the creatures, and then he carefully pulled the large suitcase that was covered by several layers of protective plating on it's back.

Frank then pushed in several buttons on the large suitcase after opening it before dropping the suitcase on the ground and pointing at two of the smaller deathclaws and ordering out coldly. "Stay, guard." 

And then he jogged out while whistling sharply to make the other deathclaws follow as the small nuclear bomb in the suitcase quickly began counting down...