Several months ago, on Valhalla, main base of the rebel group, the Seawolves…
“Sir! Urgent message from Sergeant Sergik!”
The ears of the leader piqued at this information.
“Bring him in.”
The doors to the Great Hall opened, and a short, stout man came in, gray hair atop a peculiar spherical head, with two more behind him. He was still in his pilots suit, and looked as if he had just gotten out of a ship. The leader could smell it on him.
Sergik was an old fellow. He was still one of the best pilots the Seawolves had, but his age was fast creeping up on him. A year before, his reputation aboard the McQuarrie was a solid one, until he was could no longer keep up with the younger pilots, and thus was asked to leave. That moment burned in his blood at every moment it arose, the moment his dreams were crushed.
“Sergeant.”
“Master.”
“My servant tells me that you have something to tell me. Something important.”
The voice of this leader was deep, deep, so low it seemed to rattle the foundations of the walls around them. This was not the voice he always had…
“Yes sir. While on a routine patrol, my wingman spotted something drifting in space. We scanned it and brought nit back with us. We thought you may be able to make use of it.”
“I have no use for worthless trash. Scuttle it.”
“You should give it a chance, sir.”
A low, deep growl of impatience resonated across the hall.
“Fine. Bring it in.”
On a wheeled cart, two mechanics brought in a large, oddly scarred black cube. It almost seemed of extraterrestrial origin, but with one look at it, General Wolfix curved what little of his face he could into a deep and happy smile.
“Send it to Tech immediately. I want it’s contents removed, analyzed, and put into our own mainframe. Make the best use of all it holds. It will hold the key to our victory!”
Sergik saluted dutifully. “Yessir!” He motioned with his hands and he exited the Great Hall, his two subordinates behind him.
General Wolfix thought for a moment. If McQuarrie’s Black Box was not in its usual place of deep within the McQuarrie itself, then something must have happened to the McQuarrie itself… Something major, that could potentially have destroyed it.
He snapped his paws with a loud click of claws and is servant appeared.
“Send an assault party to the McQuarrie. Just scout. Do not engage if it is there. Just recon.”
The servant nodded and took his leave of Wolfix’s presence.
Lifting an arm to scratch his snout, Wolfix removed an annoying itch beneath his fur. Upon his throne, he thought, once again, of all that McQuarrie had done to him. He knew he sounded cliché, but he didn’t care. His hatred ran deep, and he was determined to see them pay for disfiguring his body, life, and soul, to fill the scars in his life with their forcefully taken blood. He wanted to find Argus Swift, grip him in his claws, and rend his throat to pieces.
But, much as he pined for this method of revenge, he knew it was impossible. He was well aware of Swiftman’s vampiric qualities, and that any damage he inflicted would simply be healed before he could rear his arm to strike again.
He would have to go for the second best, finding the chemist that concocted the brew that transformed him into this canine figure.
He would find Magellan and eat his throat. He would bite on his arteries, consume his heart while it still beats the blood of the senseless damage the scientist had inflicted.
Wolfix reminisced…
“You’re sure this potion won’t cause any damage?”
“Of course!” the chipper voice of Magellan replied. “I have not tested it, but all theories state that your reflexes, instincts and survival skills will be augmented by a great degree!”
“Let’s get this going, then!” The then-Captain Wolfix spoke with a very cool, calm, and altogether attractive voice.
Magellan handed a large flask to Wolfix. He gripped it in hand, his flesh soundlessly grasping the cool glass as it was tipped to his lips.
He slowly drunk the contents of the flask until it was all gone. He lowered it and wiped his lips with his sleeve.
“Kinda tasty, really.”
“Any immediate feelings?”
“Nope, none. Goes down like water, but tasted oddly like 7-up.”
“Excellent! That is good to hear!” Magellan’s voice almost seemed squealing with happiness. “You shouldn’t feel any effects until night time, where you should start feeling some changes in your mind. If you’re sleeping, they shouldn’t wake you up, but your senses will be heightened, so any noise will catch your attention. Hope your room is sound proof-“
“It is.”
“Then you shouldn’t have any problems! The initial effect of the potion will be over by morning, and you should be relatively normal by then, though you’ll start noticing things you didn’t before, but that is to be expected, and very much purposeful. Increased instincts and senses are a pivotal part of this project.”
“I heard the lecture before, doc. Can I go now?”
Magellan stammered for a second, as he always did when his rants were interrupted. “Uh- Yes, if you feel you are ready for it.”
Wolfix stood, his imposing height being second only to Argus Swift’s, and went to the door.
He paused before exiting the auto-opening door.
“Oh, uh, hey Doc. Sorry if I sounded mean there, I really appreciate all you’re doing for me here. I really hope this works out for both you and me.”
And Wolfix exited the Science Bay.
He marched towards his room, in the dormitories. Being an officer of rather high rank, he had a fairly-luxurious room, with full bathroom facilities with a Jacuzzi and a massaging water bed.
He entered the seven-digit code and the door slid up, allowing him entrance.
“Oh, Wolfie…” a soft voice cooed behind him. Wolfix grinned and tilted his head slightly, to see his lover, Marilyn, snaking her arms around him from behind.
“Hey, Mary.”
He walked into his room, taking her with him.
The door slid shut.
If the room wasn’t sound proof, passing people would have heard an assortment of groans, moans, and odd yelping, sounds often associated with the act of sexual intercourse.
An hour later, Marilyn exited Captain Wolfix’s quarters. She quickly straightened her flowing blonde hair, assumed a more proper standing position, and strode off towards her own room.
Wolfix, meanwhile, was having a good soak in his Jacuzzi tub, later to move straight to bed for a good nights sleep.
At midnight, the horror began.
No one heard it through the sound proof room.
The sound of a howl, long and echoing, with the potential to be heard for miles around, but it didn’t travel farther than two meters.
The next morning, when his intellect returned, Wolfix saw bits of cloth hanging from unfamiliar hands… His bed had been torn apart, the mattress ripped into pieces from deep cuts made with claws…
Seeing this horrible reality crashing into his mind with the force of a charging Loader mech, Wolfix clutched his head, attempted to gather his thoughts, failed, and howled…. For the sorrow of his lost humanity.
An hour of wallowing later, Wolfix opened his room door and dared to step into the main concourse of McQuarrie.
People fled from the sight of him. Women and men alike yelled and ran in terror of this monstrosity that invaded their happy lives.
None of their feelings of fright could match the impending doom of meeting Marilyn Wolfix felt.
But first, he went for the office of Argus Swift.
He pounded on the door and begged to be let inside. Hearing the desperation, despite it being a voice he never heard before, Argus ran for the door and opened it.
Argus had been scared before, frightened, startled, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
To see an anthropomphorized wolf in his doorway was certainly something he never expected to see again.
Wolfix looked at his own paws.
“Look at me, Swift…” he uttered in a voice cracking in tears that would not shed. “I’m hideous… People run from seeing me… I’M A MONSTER!”
Wolfix clutched his head once again in some kind of desperate move that it would awaken him from this nightmare.
Argus squinted behind his sunglasses into the eyes of this beast before him.
“Wolfix?”
Slowly, the man-wolf nodded.
Argus looked with sadness at the person before him, trapped in a savage case.
And did something no one had done after that moment.
He reached his arms forward and hugged this hairy beast.
“And to think I commissioned the making of that mix…”
Wolfix’s eyes thinned.
He pushed off the man hugging him and looked at him in anger.
“You… YOU made me this way!?”
“Not on purpose! I would never have dome something like this to you!”
Wolfix wasn’t convinced. He reared his arm back and smote Argus across the face. Deep claw marks dug into his flesh as his head recoiled from the hit.
Wolfix felt avenged… Some of his pain had been transferred to the person responsible for his condition.
Only to see the wounds seal themselves up before his eyes.
“Ow! Careful there, Wolfix!”
“You….”
Wolfix turned around and bolted from the office.
In times like these, he would seek solstice in Marilyn. She was always there to comfort him, no matter what. He forgot for a fleeting instant that he wasn’t the tall, attractive man he was before.
He turned a corner and came face to face with exactly who he was looking for.
Before he could say anything, she opened her mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream, fearing for her life as she turned and ran away, away, away from him.
His heart shattered into pieces.
He turned and ran, hiding his face, towards the Hanger. Ignoring the calls anyone made, he ran for his ship, the Tundra Wolf, jumped into it and took off from the Hanger, ignoring any take-off protocols and only burning straight out of McQuarrie, not caring of who got in the way of his take-off.
And he headed for Valhalla, the base of the rebel group, the Seawolves.
Upon arrival, Wolfix’s hate for McQuarrie surpassed all other Seawolves, and with fierce determination, superior abilities, and a meaningless black, pulsating organ in his chest, every thump it made echoing only hatred for Swift, he quickly rose through the ranks of the Seawolves and very soon became their undisputed leader.
And now, his revenge, after so many occasions of utter defeat, could be completed.
In the same day of the finding of the Black Box, the scout team reported their findings. Nothing remained of McQuarrie except a floating mass of scrap metal and a new crater on the surface of Venus.
Soon afterwards, Tech had responded. They easily accessed all data contained on the Black Box, giving the Seawolves the secret plans of McQuarrie’s most precious knowledge of their most powerful weapons. The Skiver, high-tech Exo Suits, and a method of refining metal that made any other method obsolete.
Wolfix cackled in delight… Mastery of space was complete, and he would not allow anyone to traverse it’s depths again. He would not let another McQuarrie be formed. Anyone that tried to send supply and construction ships towards Venus would be immediately shot down.
Wolfix sat on his invincible throne for several months. No attempts to rebuild McQuarrie were made, and he had almost forgotten about his thirst for revenge through the euphoria of his new-found omnipotence.
Until one day…
Major Colfax, the second-in-command to the Seawolves, requested permission to enter the Great Hall. It was, of course, immediately granted. Colfax was a good friend to Wolfix, and their levels of hatred for McQuarrie were rivaled only by each other’s.
Colfax was cursed to perpetually live in a cold-environment Exo Suit after a dangerous trip to Pluto that had left his body irreparably frozen. A fault in the design of a scout ship almost proved to be his undoing… His frigid body was recovered, and discovered that it could operate again if a semi-absolute zero environment could be kept around his body at all times. After creating a powerful Exo Suit to keep him alive, Colfax escaped from McQuarrie and went on his own into space. Lacking any way to eat food, his favorite pass time, he had nutrients put into his body via the liquid oxynitrogen he lived in, and he lived as a solo renegade for a time, before finding his way into the Seawolves. After several easy modifications, his Exo Suit could fire off super-cold chunks of ice at a speed comparable to a bullet, along with the standard strength enhancements Exo Suits gave, giving the self-given name of his Exo Suit of Judicator.
Wolfix was feasting on a large leg of some sort of poultry, tearing into the meat with savage ferocity. Colfax looked on in envy.
“What is it, my friend?” Wolfix spoke with a small shred of skin hanging from a tooth.
Colfax swallowed his feelings, hid his face from view with an on-command one-way view glass fogger and spoke.
“I have decided to tell you this in place of the person that discovered this.”
“Very well.” Wolfix gnawed on the bone of the food. “What is it?”
“We failed to detect a large cargo ship traveling towards Venus. By the time we discovered it, a new McQuarrie was put into orbit around Venus.”
Wolfix tossed aside the bone in his hand in anger. “WHAT!?”
Colfax stood his ground. “They apparently had a building facility on Earth, and before we could detect them, they transported a new McQuarrie towards Venus. It is already in orbit.”
Wolfix stood from his throne and strode angrily towards Colfax. He swung the back of his hand at the head of Colfax, but the paw just glanced off the heavy armor of the Judicator, forcing Wolfix to bring his mind back to reality amidst his obvious anger.
“Fine… Gather all our forces and prepare to attack immediately. We must strike before they can form a proper defense.”
“Yes, sir.”
Colfax turned and left the Great Hall, sending radio messages from his Exo Suit in rapid succession, telling his subordinates the order just given.
Wolfix quickly went to his private chambers. He opened a compartment within them, and donned his prize creation from the stolen data of McQuarrie’s Black Box. A suit of Powered Armor, able to augment his strength, agility and speed tenfold. Combined with his heightened instincts and senses from the Wolfen Stimuli Drink, he could become the perfect warrior while it was on.
He reached into the same compartment and took in hand his Beam Lance. It could be used as a melee weapon, but its true purpose was of a powerful plasma bombardment. It had the same construction as the Predator plasma pistol, but with a very much enlongenated manifold chamber, increasing the power output by at least two times, and improving accuracy over long ranges. He believed it to be the perfect weapon, very effective over any distance, and a good weapon to use while his prey lay in front of him.
He left his chambers and went to the Shipyard, the Seawolves’ equivalent of the McQuarrie Hanger. All around him men ran to and from ship to ship, preparing for the imminent assault.
Ten minutes later, the preparations were complete.
A massive fleet of ten carriers, transports and warships were amassed in a short amount of time.
They all took off from Valhalla, hidden deep within the Asteroid belt, and burned towards Venus.
Less than ten minutes later, they had arrived.
Closing in on the visible sign of McQuarrie, Wolfix saw what a wolf in its natural habitat would see if a plump, sleeping rabbit were in front of them.
He grinned as widely as his jowls would permit. His moment at last…
“Sir! A massive build up of energy from the McQuarrie!” a radar technician spoke to Wolfix’s right.
“What!? What kind of energy?”
“Offensive! They appear to be charging a weapo-“
At that instant, a stream of pure, undiluted energy screamed towards the fleet.
Never before has such a device been conceived.
No other weapon had the power this one had.
Nothing like the Mauler device had been built before.
A weapon that, if aimed at the sun, could potentially destroy the life-giving star. Now, it was aimed at a meager human creation.
No amount of Neutronium armor could withstand more than an instant of the Mauler Device, and the Neutronium on these ships melted like butter in an incinerator.
Five of the Seawolves ships were obliterated before they had time to blink.
Wolfix stood bolt upright from his seat. “WHAT WAS THAT!?”
“It’s not like anything they had in their Black Box!” Colfax said from an encyclopedia-esque knowledge of all McQuarrie had going.
Wolfix bared his teeth in anger. “Damn them…”
“Orders, sir?”
Against that kind of firepower, any sort of attack was useless.
Except…
“Bring this ship to ramming speed! Have all other ships fire at the shields in front of the Hanger opening! This ship will penetrate and attack from within!”
“Yes sir!” the operator called and began to tell the other ships of the plan of attack.
Wolfix sat back down on his seat and watched as they drew closer and closer to the McQuarrie. A weapon like the Mauler Device had to take a long time to charge, so they should have enough time to attack before being shot at again.
The three other ships began firing at the large, gaping hole of the Hanger. The shield registries of the McQuarrie lessened in a second, and degraded with each passing moment.
“Colfax.”
“Yes, master?”
“Shouldn’t they have more shield strength than this?”
“Yes, but they may have taken a lot of power just to fire that weapon. It may have lowered their shields to a degree.”
“Yes, that’s right… Continue our course!”
“Sir!”
Wolfix’s ship charged forward towards the McQuarrie, increasing in velocity until it hit the designated ‘ramming speed’, which was a speed that was still plenty fast, yet was slow enough that one could stop the ship and land quite quickly, even faster if you had to break through something first.
The ship approached the McQuarrie, closer and closer…
Suddenly, a wave of what seemed to be mechs launched themselves from the Hanger and flung themselves at the fleet.
“Change firing targets to those mechs! Don’t let them get close!”
The carriers swiveled their weapons and aimed for the mechs. Their barrages of firing fell one mech after another, creating a large swarm of dormant mech parts in the space around them.
“No life signs confirmed!”
“What!?”
The ship hit the torn-apart mech bodies.
The detonation devices planted into each Bombdroid mech exploded, ripping apart large portions of the armor encasing the ship.
Inside the ship, it shook violently, knocking Wolfix off his chair. Colfax, still standing, stood quite rigid and didn’t deviate his eyes from the viewscreen before him.
It was a good thing he did, for at that moment, actual mechs, with bio-signs inside of them, launched from the McQuarrie and towards the ships.
Colfax gave the orders to break formation and engage while their ship continued on its ramming course.
Wolfix stood up slowly as he saw the mechs stream past their ship and towards the carriers that had lingered behind them.
Their ship was heading right for the large Hanger entrance bay.
It pierced what little remained of the shield with hardly any trouble.
Within the giant and vastly expanded Hanger, the Seawolves ship hovered above a mass of awaiting McQuarrie warriors.
Leaping from the dock port on the side of the ship, Wolfix led the charge into the giant battleground-to-be. Exo Suit and soldier met Exo Suit and soldier, of clashing sides, and collided in a titanic battle.
Argus Swift and Minion, both in their respective Exo Suits, watched as the Seawolves successfully breached the McQuarrie. Their mechs were busy defending against the other carriers, and all Exo Suits and soldiers were on hand to defend the interior. They were woefully unprepared for this battle, in fact, Argus was on his way to a coronation meeting when he heard an attack fleet was underway. He had given the order to fire the Mauler Device at the best possible angle, and it the new weapon worked wonderfully, but the extreme energy drain ended up being their poorest choice. By lowering the shield by 70%, the Seawolves could breach their defenses successfully.
Now, they had a great welcoming party to handle.
Both Argus and Minion jumped from the second level and to the battle below.
Wolfix and Colfax were fighting in tandem, fighting and defending and scrapping with a powerful combination of attacks, felling countless amounts of McQuarrie soldiers.
A high powered blast struck Wolfix in the shoulder. He turned to look who fired the shot, and saw Argus Swift’s Exo Suit, the smoking barrel on his Exo Suit’s right arm highly evident.
“Swift!”
Wolfix smacked Colfax to the side in his mad dash to fight the reason of his assault. Knocking aside several others in his path, Wolfix bore upon Argus with his Beam Lance at the ready.
He swung the bladed portion of his Lance at Argus. He easily ducked to avoid this, and swung a leg along the ground to trip Wolfix, but he jumped to dodge the kick and swung his lance again at Argus, who dolled across the ground and avoided having the lance slice him in half as it now protruded from the ground it was wedged in. Wolfix wrought it free and turned to face Argus again.
“Hold on, Argus! I’m coming!” Nick yelled as she bolted forward towards the private fray, equipped with an energy sword and tritanium armor that covered the essential portions of her body.
Minion stuck out one of his many arms and blocked her path. “No, don’t! This is his fight.”
Argus lifted his right Exo Suit arm to be level with Wolfix’s head, at the same instant that Wolfix raised his Beam Lance to Argus’ head.
They fired at the same moment, each blast bypassing the other and striking each target at the same moment.
Argus wheeled his head back from the impact. The high-powered fusion blast easily pierced the armor of his Exo Suit and now struck his skin, igniting his nerves with every possible string of pain, lacing his brain with the unstoppable signal of agony.
It fared no better for Wolfix. His Facial Plate could not withstand the power of the Plasma blast, and his fur melted into his skin as the beam dissipated while it bore into his snout bone.
They both turned back to each other as Argus’ speed drew the advantage in the combat. With a perfectly aimed blast he shot right through the middle of the Beam Lance, snapping it into two halves as the excess charge flowed out of its restraints and leaked into the air. Wolfix tossed the exploding remains of his weapon right at Argus when it exploded with a burst of energic flames, singing Argus’ Exo Suit, instantly melting several layers of tritanium with the overflow of energy.
Wolfix raised his hands and out from his Powered Armor extended lethal Neutronium claws from the tips of his fingers. While the smoke from his weapon still emanated from its own ruins, he charged forward, crashed through the fog and swung blindly into the unseen. He felt the satisfying sensation of rending through metal, his claws easily overpowering the inferior armor of Argus’ Exo Suit. His hand felt no resistance after a moment and swung his other hand into the same place, feeling his joy grow with each millisecond that his claws contacted with metal.
A loud clang was heard, and the feeling of a metal hand grasping metal.
Argus reared his arm back sharply and while his Exo Suit still retained power, flung Wolfix from his attack to somewhere that wasn’t there.
Adjusting his angle, Wolfix thrust his legs down to the ground in mid-air and his talon-like claws scraped on the floor of the new McQuarrie, slowing his slide just in time to swing his hands up into the Exo Suit that had jumped towards him.
Ten sets of sharpened Neutronium lodged into Argus’ Exo Suit.
Wolfix felt the wonderful feeling of penetrating flesh.
The momentum that Argus had only damaged him further as Wolfix held his hands stiff while they sliced across the surface of the Exo Suit.
Argus swung his arms down and they collided with Wolfix’s back.
Argus flew overtop Wolfix and Wolfix flying under his foe.
Argus landed hard on his head, but was hardly fazed by it as he quickly got up, just to catch Wolfix’s wrists as they flung towards his head.
“We’re two beings with infinite strength fighting a battle neither of us can win, Wolfix.” Argus said through a broken voice modulator, his voice echoing within his container. “Call off this attack and we can both walk away alive!”
Wolfix growled loud and low. “I would rather perish!”
Argus gritted his teeth and mouthed his reply with an equally savage voice. “So be it!”
Argus clenched his grip. Hard.
Howling from pain, Wolfix felt the agony of his hands being torn off his arms.
Argus let out a primal, vampire yell as he put a foot on Wolfix’s chest and pushed while keeping his grip. He began to stretch the tendons within Wolfix’s wrist as he attempted to tear off the very appendages that had irreparably damaged his prized Exo Suit.
Not about to become physically handicapped, Wolfix raised up his own leg, wrapped it above Argus’ and brought it down, removing the pushing force that Argus had. His wrists instantly were relieved of all pressure as he used Argus’ grip against him, by pulling him in and clenching his jaws around the throat of Argus.
Neutronium laced teeth sank into the armor while well-trained muscles shattered the casing around the attractive neck of Argus.
The wonderful feeling of tearing out a prey’s throat… Magellan’s Wolfen Stimuli Drink could not have given a man such a wonderful sensation.
Argus yelled for a brief second before he lost the ability to, as his vocal cords were torn out from his throat.
Wolfix brought his head back, taking an artery with him. Argus’ grip loosened and Wolfix let his limp form fall to the metallic ground below them.
The Exo Suit began to flash warning signals inside of its well-protected helm.
Argus only had one last thing to do… With the nerve relays severed, only one option could possibly function.
He ejected out of his Exo Suit with a blast of rockets, shooting Argus straight out the top of the armor. The Exo Suit then exploded, usually meant to destroy any chance of it being taken, but this time destroying the frontal plating of Wolfix’s Powered Armor.
While Wolfix tore off his melting armor with his own claws, Argus merely lay there, his throat recuperating from the damage inflicted.
Wolfix tore his protection off and thrust it upon the floor. He no longer had his armor, but in a one-on-one fight, he had greater strength than Argus.
And he wasn’t about to let his prey overcome the predator.
Argus quickly stood up while his flesh fused together with itself, just as Wolfix had charged forward to finish what he had started.
Wolfix swung his still-lethal natural claws at Argus. He ducked and dodged the first swipe, leaned to avoid the second, but the third met its target, lashing his face with four wide and deep cuts, seeming extremely familiar, and quickly began healing. Argus reached an arm up and gripped the fourth swing, pulled the arm back and slugged Wolfix hard in the face with a powerful punch. Wolfix recoiled from the hit, but turned and faced his prey again as Argus swung again.
Wolfix swung his free hand, claws first, at Argus’ fast approaching hand.
The claws pierced flesh and Argus yelled in pain. Normally he could withstand a large amount of pain, but Wolfix’s claws caused so much pain each time they struck him that he could barely withstand it. These claws were a perfect combination of sharp and dull, sharp enough to penetrate any form of flesh yet dull enough to cause extreme amounts of pain. This was frighteningly evident at this moment…
Argus lifted a leg up and kicked Wolfix off several meters away.
Wolfix, dazed and almost beaten, landed on the ground hard, but stood up quickly, only to have a rush of blood overwhelm his senses and he fell to one knee, yet kept his head up and faced towards Argus.
Argus reached down and took hold his Predator plasma pistol. He drew it from its holster and pointed it at Wolfix.
Knowing he could not withstand or dodge a fire from that gun, he spoke above the sounds of the fray around him.
“Please, Argus… Have mercy on me… You held me in your arms once…”
Argus merely cocked an eyebrow and spoke the words he had been wanting to say for a long, long time.
“From one that has no mercy, now begs for it?” his grin widened greatly as he deepened his voice significantly. “I thought you were made of sterner stuff.”
Wolfix felt the irony of this moment hit him harder than any fist had.
Something glinted in the fire of a nearby explosion.
A pistol, within arms reach!
Wolfix reached, gripped it and lifted it up to Argus.
From behind, two arms clenched Wolfix from behind. Nick fought to keep Wolfix from pulling the trigger… She knew that those pistols had enough power to severely damage even a vampire.
But Argus couldn’t fire now… His Predator was too highly charged to fire upon Wolfix without hurting Nick too…
Wolfix reached around, gripped Nick across the chest and held her tight in his arms as he used the other arm to fire upon Argus.
The first blast sent the Predator flying, the second his Argus in the chest, the third in the stomach, the fourth in the chest again, the fifth in the leg…
Wolfix flexed his arms, compressing Nick’s chest, knocking the air out of her as Wolfix tossed her aside like a meaningless rag.
Wolfix, achieving the vengeance he had so desired, slowly walked up towards Argus, his pistol still trained on his head.
“I would have waited an eternity for this moment!”
Wolfix’s grin was of pure delight…
“Not today!”
Argus gripped his hands together to make a double-fist and swung them up at Wolfix, striking his head and knocking the pistol away. The power of this strike could have sent a crashing meteor reeling in the other direction, and the audible crack of canine skull gave Argus the ultimate feeling of victory.
Wolfix lay on the ground, heaving breaths, his defeat burning in his mind powerfully.
Argus, meanwhile, collapsed from strain, damage, and blood loss too rapid for even a vampire to recuperate from.
Quickly, Colfax ran to Wolfix’s aid as Nick ran to Argus’.
“Give the signal… To retreat.” Wolfix uttered between struggled breaths.
Nick, not expecting a reply, only picked Argus up and carried him to a safer room.
The ship that carried the Seawolves in soon became filled with the same troops, Exo Suits and wounded soldiers. Colfax, in his Judicator Exo Suit, carried Wolfix’s ruined body onto the transport. The hatch on it closed, and it burned away, out of the Hanger exit and away to Valhalla, with two other carriers following, having lost one to the mech onslaught.
The inside of the Hanger was utterly and totally devastated. Just half an hour before, it was a gleaming and freshly-finished work of art, but now lay in ruins.
But, that wasn’t about to stop them.
If they could rebuild the McQuarrie right from scratch, then they sure as hell could repair a bloody docking bay. Sheesh! What are you, dense? Are you retarded or something? Don’t you know who we are?
WE’RE THE GODDAMN McQUARRIE CREW.
