Mekka Livewire, the culmination of all of Meghan’s recent progress, and the nerdiest thing she had ever assembled, worked like a dream as she launched from the ground in a sliding motion.
The mini-thrusters plus her electro-magnetism let her glide over the ground, allowing her to skate towards Technowolf.
Pulling her hammer arm back, she swung down on Technowolf with the mechanized fury of a thousand staplers jamming into someone’s finger.
It pummeled the arm the lycanthrope used to block the blow.
“Argh! What the hell is that made of?!”
She pulled out her magnetic accelerator, a creation of hers that should not be even physically possible.
Most mass drivers were cumbersome things that had to be attached to battleships in order to fire, and the thing had a kick that would have shattered the restraints of normal emplacements.
Her magnetic accelerator was almost weightless thanks to her suit, and the recoil was non-existent, even if she was shooting the equivalent of pop cans at her villain.
When they hit him, the can’s crumpled against his body, adding an extra force multiplier to the site of the impact.
Livewire knew that with Technowolf’s regeneration, such attacks were not likely to do much.
But they would hurt like a son of a bitch after a while.
The cannon fired and three cans smashed into his lower abdomen, smashing flest on his body.
Technowolf howled, a tube in his hand shattered as he smashed it over his wounds, causing them to close quicker.
“You cannot beat me, I’m better than humanity! I am an enhanced being that will become the savior of the new Huma race! Once I get a hold of you, no one will be able to save you!”
“I don’t care!”
“W-What?!”
Livewire moved in to smash him again with her hammer arm.
“You treat your own creations as expendable, when you have the power to help create a new race and perpetuate singularity! Yet you would rather use them like tools, just like every other human!”
She smashed him over and over again, sometimes launching herself in the air to shoot a few cans at his exposed areas.
“Any world where you’re a savior is not a world I want to be a part of, but I will make you pay for enslaving these poor folk!”
Technowolf looked at her incredulously, “you’re doing this for the Auto-Sentinels? They’re nothing but machines!”
Livewire flared her power, “that right there is why you don’t deserve to have this power. You toy with your creations, you treat them less than the humans you’ve slaughtered. At least they have loved ones to mourn them, but your inventions aren’t even appreciated! You know what you are, Gideon?!”
She pointed her cannon, “you’re an entitled piece of crap!”
She pulled a lever that popped out of her cannon, and watched as her cannon lit up with eletric fury.
A belt for ammo appeared to connect to her power pack behind her, and rapid fire cans launched out at her opponent.
Instead of stopping after a few shots, she unleashed hell on the werewolf as he tried to grab some of his automatons to block the barrage.
Livewire didn’t let up, taking most of the junk that she had received from Chimera and started firing it.
Cans became rebar, and nails. Soon she was firing miniature tacks at Gideon with six times the force of a standard gun's applied bullet speed.
Everything hit, and some even shot through him with tiny holes in his flesh.
Livewire could see his regeneration was still ticking away, closing the wounds as fast as he put them away.
It didn’t matter, she would keep peppering him with junk until he fell!
The automatons around them were jittering and shifting, like the power holding them upright was starting to fade away.
Livewire seized those few that were freed from Technowolf’s grip, making them retreat behind the fire of her Bottys.
The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
“I won’t be defeated by junk, you harlot!”
Livewire sent a directive to her Bottys to join her as they peppered the werewolf with suppressive fire, the stun rounds lancing him with shocks of electricity.
“They aren’t junk! They’re my friends, and we won’t lose to you!”
She could feel a collective battle cry from her Bottys as they piled on top of each other to create more room to pepper Technowolf, firing tacks and nails with fury.
“How dare he bring harm to the Creator!”
“Semper Die Mother fucker!”
“For the Creator! For our Livewire!”
“HAAAAH!!!”
Soon the ground around Technowolf was starting to pile with superheated scrap, and still the bullets flew to keep him in place.
“This is Jade, Target sighted!”
“Beginning energy feed, You are cleared to fire Jade.”
Livewire smiled as Printy and Jade coordinated their attacks, backing off while she kept firing. One of her Mekka’s was grabbing nearby scrapped automatons to feed into her ammo junker to keep up her barrage.
Stiill, Livewire knew that the next shot would put an end to Gideon’s attack.
“This is Livewire, fire when you're ready Jade!”
“At once! Star Shooter Laser Cannon, FIRE!”
A brilliant beam of light shot through the automatons protecting Gideon, and smacked into him as it started to carry him away.
“AUGH, What is this?!”
“It’s our resolve, asshole! Carry him away, Star Shooter!”
The beam picked up intensity, launching Gideon further and further away from the port district, finally launching him over the water and across the sea.
“I’ll get you for this Livewire, you’ve not seen the last of meeeee!!!!”
Livewire smiled, “and we’ll be ready.”
She sighed as her suit locked up, the last of her electricity flaring out of her body as she fell to a knee.
Ahh, so that’s the limit then.
She started to feel a bit hazy as the sight of the ground drew closer, she could hear her friends in the background panic as they approached.
I should remember to check the side-effects of super stimulants when I wake up…
…
Jade was panicking!
Her Creator had been taking a stimulant to push her body for this fight, especially after she just battled someone else a few short hours ago.
Jade didin’t know what to do when it came to flesh and blood beings, but the suit was locked up, preventing any of the Bottys from getting inside to check on the Creator’s condition.
The Botty’s turned to her, their red eyes worried.
“Designation Jade, the Creator has been shut down incorrectly!”
“Oh what do we do?! The Medical suite is still not even close to being done, let alone to be tested!”
“Please direct us, what must we do to help Creator Meghan?!”
“PLEASE HELP US SENIOR!”
Jade did not know much about anxiety, but she was certain that she was feeling it at that moment.
“W-Why not ask Printy?”
“Printy is bound to the super computer, and his Bottys are busy trying to find Designation Chimera! We need to help the Creator now, Designation Jade!”
Jade put her CPU to work as she tried to think on what would help the Creator.
“Designation Jade, if we may speak to you, I believe me and my boys and girls have a solution!”
Jade turned to look at Mekka one, the combat Botty who was helping Creator Meghan with the battle using their new function.
Some of them were being helped over to the repair bay for damages, but Jade could see Mekka’s 1 and 2 were standing by.
“R-Report, what do you have for me Sergeant Mekka 1?”
Mekka 1 saluted her with one of his legs, “Speaking to Designation Jade, Miss Jade I believe we can take the suit off of Creator Meghan with help from the repair bay, and have her looked over by Command, Ma’am!”
Jade considered it.
The Suit was connected to a prototype of the medical suit the Creator was testing, and the tubes must still be inside her body.
If they were to remove the suit, they might harm her.
“Negative Sargent, Creator Meghan’s Prototype medical suite is connected via the power armor. Without her assistance, we wouldn’t know if we were causing her harm. Have her sent to the repair bay for observation and make sure that Commander Printy is watching over her. We must ensure the safety of the Creator!”
Mekka 1 and 2 both saluted, “Yes’ Ma’am.”
Finding her drive, Jade turned to the rest of the group, “you heard the orders, capture any enemy combatants for reeducation and rehabilitation! Clean up the area and recover the usable pieces of junk. Our Creator would not leave anything to waste, and neither shall we!”
“Hoh!”
The Bottys got to work, and Jade felt a sigh roll off of her as she moved to recover her Star Shooter Cannon.
It was her pride and joy, the first thing she created with the help of Printy.
She was immensely proud of the fact that her creation saved the day and dispensed the would be invader.
“I hope the Creator will be proud of me when she wakes… hopefully soon.”
Jade started to make her way back to the Machine Labs when a thought grazed her.
“Oh no! What about Creator Chimera?!”
…