The robot Vecto resumed his body image to hide the weapons and trick the soldiers. He blasted rapid pulsebeams through his hands as he walked closer. Soldiers blocked the energy beams or dodged and fired back. But Vecto's shields took the blows as he reached his hand out-littering the room with pulsebeams and bullets from his palms. A drove of soldiers died, and in retaliation, others came from behind with pulsesabers. They were met by missiles that Vecto launched from his back. Cannons catapulted from his chest, and blades slung from his arms. A green-haired soldier took a cannon blast to her face, a muscular one shielded himself from missiles but was struck in the neck by a blade, and a long-haired fellow was hit with a triangle bomb and blew up.

The weaponry kept coming. A cylinder gun formed over Vecto's arm, and he blasted zero point energy at incoming soldiers. A guy with a staff spun his weapon at Vecto's neck, but it snapped in half, and Vecto returned the favor with an elbow strike to his head, breaking the man's neck. Then a female swung her pulsesaber at Vecto, but he caught it, sucked the energy from the blade, and punched her in the face, sending her flying across the room. An old-fashioned metal sword struck Vecto's helmet. It was grabbed by Vecto's shape-shifting shield, snapped in half, and plunged between the soldier's eyes.

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The soldiers stepped back as Vecto ceased fire.

"Any other volunteers?" Vecto asked. He existed only as the orb, controlling the floating weapons within his Force Field Shields in the shape and image of a human suit.

"I'll take you on in zero-g!" yelled a bulky man with a metal plate on his head. He clicked a few buttons on a protruding wall panel, and the room began to lose its gravity. Antigravity mechanics in the room activated to give the SS6 a competitive advantage. It was how they trained.

"All right. Your move," Vecto taunted as he hovered in the air, spinning upside down.

Bullets came at Vecto, but he blocked them with his fingers and reflected some back at them. The man with a plated head tried to grab him, but Vecto's shield expanded over the man's arm, then hardened to slice it from his body. Vecto threw the arm aside as the man screamed-silenced by a blast to the head. Someone flipped against the wall and jetted for him, but Vecto kicked ice down his throat from his foot's Air-to-Ice function. Even a five-foot-radius energy ball didn't work on him. Vecto grabbed the blast and slung it past him.

"Any more?" Vecto asked and extended an energized electro-sword from his arm, followed by a grav-sword from his other arm, and lastly a pulsesaber from his chest. The blades spun in place, slicing through the image of a fake body.