《Milky Way (Wuxia/Si-Fi/Space)》Episode 1.2 (New Version) The collapse toward death.(Raw)
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Episode 2(Death)
Pain, overwhelming pain, red dots and black dots were all he could see. He could feel something spreading within his body, forcefully penetrating his brain. Unbearable pain was making him writhe on the ground.
Nano-boots spread completed.
Mission: Survive escape from the lair of the Predator. Quest class A (under 10% survival chances).
Predator lair? Before he had opportunity to do anything, steel door bend with accompaniment of loud sound of steel banding. His hands were shaking, legs as well, he was scared and there was no one to save him, he was alone! Weapon I need weapon, but there was only firefighter’s axe.
He was waiting next to the door, within forty minutes doors raveled his opponent disgusting black creature, similar to human yet covered in scales and eyeless.
Scream he was screaming, creature got even fiercer, his hands moved on their own. Dark red black blood was covering his face, screaming and without any control, chop after chop landed on beasts head penetrating the door. Few roars filled air accompanying beast retreat. He needed to get as far as possible from this place. His feet’s were making decision for him moving him at top speed through the facility. Harmed beast was already following him, its steps were light but possible to hear. The sound of violently pushed doors crashing in to the wall, behind him were informing him that the distance between him and the beast were getting closer and closer.
Doors and then open space, the building was on the cliff, before he had a chance to decide the direction, black shadow appeared before him, “there was another beast?!”. The only thing remaining was a cliff over twenty meters high. Falling was certain death.
Red warnings were flashing before his eyes, danger level of mission increased to SS(Under 1% chance of survival). According to implant he was more or less dead. But he didn’t want to die like that, with one look anyone could see the cruelty of his oppressors. His brain was working fast outrunning beasts was impossible in open space and nobody could guarantee that they wouldn’t be more of them. The only way out was behind him, he had no other choice but to jump hoping that he would somehow survive these twenty meters. Flash black shadow in an instant appeared before him, predators sensing his change in behavior in but an blink of an eye was covering the distance of twenty meters between them. He’s movement was slower but he just needed one step beck. He was already starting to fall when pain penetrated his arm.
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-God damn it! Way is there monster like “War Gods” on Earth! I thought that they were exterminated. Their existence is forbidden by international law. Gabriel Seraph head of “Survivors” project was furious. “War Gods” were hybrid monsters made by humanity, not only were their body builds completely crazy, like having three spines instead of one, spiraling and supporting each other united with extreme flexibility of their bones and fully build over ribs creating bone shield. If that wasn’t enough then bone structures of legs and hands were created by humanity best minds and computers calculations. The balance and contribution to the overall power was very close to perfect. Of course if that was all “War Gods” wouldn’t be used in first interplanetary war. Outside of invincible body they possessed extremely rapid regeneration and worst of all they body possessed War Implants that were supporting them in fights and were directly connected to theirs brain cortex responsible for instinct. War gods were blind but they didn’t need eyes, their body were capable of sensing temperature readings of surrendering, but to make it even more perfect they possessed special sound sensor capable of sound wave mapping in range of thirty meters. Entire team was lost for wards out of hundred implants barriers inside that facility all were exterminated by War Gods all of sixteen implants users. And now they could observe without any way to interfere. He wasn’t heartless person, he was just practical. For now theirs program was making extreme success people were simple beings even after so many thousands years they still enjoyed the bloodbath especially the chaise and game of life and death that they could observe.
-Gabriel! Fat big guy entered room and summoned him with waves of hand.
-Sir, with dark face he was expecting his demission, in no more than one week they lost 16 implants users within one facility. Smile on the Don Sirius make his feel even more dispirited.
-Good job! Fat face was filed with happiness, and huge hand patted his shoulder.
-Excuse me? He was confused, but that happiness and calmness regardless everything was to perfect.
When he thought about it again wasn’t it just to convenient for War Gods to appear exactly at the facility? In the past War Gods between missions were kept in sleep mode inside such facilities. And they couldn’t be awakened by accident, humanity was too smart to make it happen. So could it be that that fat pig intentionally allowed or even orchestrate it? That thought was scary according to intergalactic law there was not many crimes worst then that of a mass homicide.
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-Gabriel we just got information from Avalon Corporation they will fully support our program prepare the transfer arrays cost no longer matter. Thys time we will be sending ten thousand implants.
Ten thousand implants that was crazy amount of wealth. And Avalon Corporation one of six galactically overlords, holder of the power to even destroy planets and international law nearly couldn’t do anything to then, but law was still used in competing of Corporation and they were enforcing it according to balance of power.
-Ah, yes Gabriel you are authorized to use 80%of transfer energy, the rest will belong to corporation and they will use it however they won’t it.
Why was 20% needed, only small object like implants were possible to transport, it was completely impossible to send anything else. Wait! Last transfer was missing 3% of Waybill documents, he was suspecting it to be simple error but what if among these 3% was activation orders and commends for War Gods.
-Gabriel you are young and filled with ambitions person at your age being able to be head of such big project, and in the future you may even marry my daughter Emily, just keep it in mind and proceed on the path I created for you and you will not be sorry.
-Yes Sir, Emily his love and his reason to exist , no matter what he needed to do he will definitely do it for her sake.
Among hundreds of screens covering wall in main project hall filled with IT workers on the biggest screen he could observe young men cornered by two War Gods. His fate was sealed, inside implant sensor were two more War Gods signatures on their way.
Live broadcast was making all of public crazy, there was bets with ratio 1-1000 sold like a fresh rolls, off course in favor of death. Same opportunist were betting against odds but most of them were trying to win scrapes of 0.1% of what they put in… But there were bets involving the way he will die or witch War God will kill him or how long will it take.
Boy no more than 25years old wasn’t willing to become food for predators, to the disappointment of gamblers he had chosen the path of suicide and jumped of the cliff. The tension was about to disappear, but then powerful jaw of War God penetrated arm of its victim. With one bite arm was nearly severed but beast was extremely intelligent, it didn’t won’t just arm it wanted to eat its prey whole.
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He was painfully certain that if beast success in dragging him beck he will die slowly and painfully. By now he was fairly sure that he won’t survive blood loss. Inside his mind anger was born, he hated the fact that he had accident, he hated the fact that he was awakened in such dangerous place, and most of all he hated the fact that he will die. There was only one thing to do, cliff was flat the only thing that allowed monster to dive after his arm were their nails.
-You damned monster will die with me! Anger frustration released from his soul helped him find courage to push the wall of the cliff, beast wonted to beck off but little humans arm was already stuck between its tooth’s. But War Gods were killing machines instead of fearing death it jumped at him and bite his other arm just to fall together.
He couldn’t know but in the eyes of millions people his action served as remainder of heroism of human race. Within few sec he had reached ground and screen went dark, host eyes were no longer able to send implant any image…
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