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7.4 - Casnel Part 2
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Hoki only allowed herself a moment of glee at finally hitting something before returning to work. Her next few shots were predictably much easier. As had been explained to her at the various briefings aboard the Fluchtig, the priority was to open a large enough surface area on the submarine to the outside view. As she understood it, the Chameleon coating had three effects: One to reflect light. Two being heat resistance (which did help alleviate the slight feeling of disappointment that her shot hadn't pierced the newfound white wall of armour). Thirdly to mask the ship's heat signature.
If Hoki revealed enough of the vessel - That would allow the Tristan flotilla's trio of ships to lock onto its heat signature, effectively rendering the submarine's invisibility irrelevant. With this in mind, she lined up the next two shots much quicker, pulling the trigger a fifth, then a sixth time. The shots coursed through empty space before creating another duo of white circles formed in the air - Looking almost like three white moons across a night's sky. The three revealed patches seeped into each other until the final effect was something akin to a lonely white triangle on the black canvas background. Space Triangle [https://i.imgur.com/4FM5aME.jpg]
Of course, that wasn't all; still in the corner of her main monitor, Scarlet and the Casnel continued their duel. To Hoki's surprise, as she refocused her attention on this battle, she watched as Scarlet was actually pushed back - Her arc-staff thrown free from her hand. Pressing this new advantage, the Casnel charged forward to strike at the now bladeless Scarlet, but as expected, her willy tactics were still too quick - In a flash, Scarlet had thrust out her bazooka while continuing to surge her machine backwards. The Casnel, in effect, sliced the poor weapon in two within a millisecond, charging straight through the cloud of smoke and flame that emitted from the newly destroyed weapon. This in turn, seemed to be exactly as Scarlet had hoped - The Casnel came through the cloud of self-made debris only to be greeted by Scarlet's red mech, no longer running but instead with one of its heavy-set calabar blades drawn from its back.
The blade clattered into the enemy's arc-staff with such an almighty force that the staff shattered in half, the broadsword style of the calabar blade making the Casnel's staff look like paper. Despite all this, the Casnel managed to recover, raising its other hand to shoot its massive arm-mounted cannon at nearly point-blank range. Scarlet, ever spritely, thrust her whole machine to one side - But this time, it wasn't nearly enough. The bulbous green energy blast blew her right arm off wholesale in a flash of sparks and light. For a few moments, the two machines were now apart from one another. Scarlet with her calabar blade in her left hand and a loose array of served wires & hydraulics to her right.
The Casnel, with its smoking barrel & unscratched surfaces, drawing a second arc-staff from the waist to replace the first, which floated as a pile of splinters nearby.
It struck Hoki that Scarlet losing her hand made for an apt symbol of the battle beginning to turn for both of them. She herself was busy disconnecting the auxiliary power banks they’d been using over the last few days - Their energy long since drained with Hoki's first six shots of the rifle. As the final battery dropped off - Leaving only her permanent backpack to the rear of her mech - The first return shot made itself known. That small revealed triangle of white in the sky, or, more acutely, the hidden warship behind it, had started to fire back at Hoki.
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Things began to move faster now, with far less time for Hoki to take in exactly everything that occurred around her. The still, mostly hidden submarine had launched a full-blown barrage against her; massive beams of energy in pairs of twos, threes and fours flew around her, Hoki barely dodging each colourful blast of light that passed around her. She had an advantage of sorts. A Vijaik is comparatively tiny compared to a warship, and for all the power any of those many blasts might hold, it was little more than trying to shoot a fly on the wall with a machine gun. Still, caution was preferable as she ducked & weaved between the onslaught. All the while, Hoki prepared her rifle for its next mark.
The lengthy scrap of metal she and Scarlet had made their home atop had been completely eviscerated by the enemy ship's cannon fire, leaving nothing in its wake but a fine spray of silvered particles.
Rain of Fire [https://i.imgur.com/chmObcm.jpg]
With this in mind, Hoki began swapping her weapon to its lower power setting. One of the many experimental features of the rifle and the one most likely to cause a complete firearm malfunction. She was also painfully aware - As the large hands of her Vijaik grappled with the levers and coils of the weapon (in between avoiding the enemy volleys) - That she had already fired six times. That number might have seemed innocuous to most, but Hoki knew better. She had, after all, written the test flight reports herself: 'ACR-Mk5-High-Power-Rifle' testing conducted today has raised the co-efficient rate by ten per cent, cooldown increased to just thirty seconds and chances of self-destruction upon continued firing reduced to just 17.3476 per-centile after six shots.'
Put lightly, she most certainly hadn't been leaving a full thirty seconds between shots, far from it. She had to stop her mind from calculating how much that in itself would have raised the chances of self-destruction…
Flash, Slash, Flash, Slash.
Hoki could only glance across to see Scarlet's progress in between colourful bursts of fire from the enemy and making the delicate adjustments to her rifle. The woman, now one-handed, was still giving the Casnel a hard time (though it still seemed spotless of any actual damage). Rushing, ducking & diving while swinging her imposing calabar blade around with increased vigour and something not far off reckless abandon.
The Casnel had clearly now realised Scarlet's close-range fighting potential and was actively trying to keep its distance from her - However, every time she would manage to push forward, closing the gap, before the Casnel in turn, would simply fire its impressive cannon - Forcing Scarlet once more to back off and the cycle to repeat.
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Flash, Slash, Flash, Shoot, Duck, Flash, Slash, Shoot.
It was a cycle that never seemed to end as Hoki continued to get brief glances of the battle while doing her best not to get hit herself. Finally, her gun was swapped to its low-power setting. Further, the barrage from the 'White Space Triangle' (as she had lovingly named the submarine’s visible section) that was her foe seemed to have slowed somewhat.
Flash, Swing, Sh-Grab!
This time, the Casnel had finished with its game of lethal tag. As Scarlet swung at it once again, it grabbed the flaming, chainsaw-like blade of the greatsword in the palm of its hand. The blade lit up in a flame of a far deeper shade of red that almost seemed identical to Scarlet's namesake hair colour. The blade ground, chewed and tore away at the Casnel's hold on it. Sparks flew as the tiny teeth of the sword desperately fought roughly against the Casnel's hand - Until finally, it clenched its palm.
The calabar blade, that intimidating archaic-looking greatsword, shattered instantly into a thousand glittering shards…
The Casnel's clear technological advantage couldn't have been clearer at that moment. Before the dispersing shards had time to clear, it was raising its cannon to the rest of Scarlet's machine to finish the fight. Even the 'Scourge of TSU' - The Scarlet Scourge, could move only so fast. No one could dodge at that range, not even her.
Boom, Flash.
Weaken Sniper Blast [https://i.imgur.com/BEVlIVk.png]
Hoki knew firing now would give her position away to the submarine - And she could smell the faint toast-like smell of overheating circuit boards and power cables as she fired for the seventh time - But she hardly cared. The shot of now more yellowed, almost sickly light glided through the empty space right between Scarlet and the Casnel. The grey silhouette of the enemy mech jerked back, choosing not to fire just long enough for Scarlet to make a hasty retreat, while the Casnel glanced its angular head around, searching for its unseen assailant.
'That's that then, plan completed to the letter. The submarine revealed, and Casnel held off. Now just to retreat. Easier said than done...'
As if on queue to answer her own thoughts, two separate events occurred. First was a renewed barrage of fire from the submarine, which had now locked onto Hoki's position after her intervening in the Casnel and Scarlet's fight. The massive red, orange and blue lighting bolts shot across the sky in criss-cross patterns on their way toward Hoki.
Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash.
Hoki swayed to and fro as her machine desperately tried to avoid the chaotic series of blasts in every direction. Among the myriad of warning signals telling her that the power reserve was rapidly failing and warning of attacks in all directions - One small inconsequential light seemed to flash more brightly than all the rest; "--oki-Las--"
Flash, Flash, Crunch, Burn.
Leg Death [https://i.imgur.com/M1aFpaX.png]
The former instructor jolted forward in her chair as a blast ran straight alongside her Neo-Vijaik's left leg, severing the thing and causing her whole machine to be blown a strewn like an umbrella caught by a storm.
"Hoki, come in, Hoki!"
"K-Kolme?!" Hoki replied in disbelief.
"Ha-ha, that's our girl! Still in one piece, well, mostly anyway. We're right on yer tail. Can you patch us through to Scarlet and then start heading for the coordinates I'm sending ya? Those should keep you safe from friendly fire. Oh, and nice work on the space triangle yoke!" Came the welcome if static-affected voice of Kolme Nilas.
Hoki wanted to cheer with joy - 'We've really done it!' - Instead, she quickly flipped the appropriate switches on the comms board before narrowly dodging another flurry of enemy fire. At first, there was no response from Scarlet, although it seemed clear Hoki had successfully connected to Scarlet's already open radio line.
After a few moments, she began to hear a faint panting. Worried, Hoki called out to Scarlet more than once (while never breaking eye contact from her scanners as she watched out for more enemy flak aimed at herself). 'Don't they ever run out of energy?! How big is this submarine?'
Finally, a response came through; however, while earlier Scarlet's voice had been calm and composed, reassuring even when Hoki had been most nervous - Now the older woman came through in fits of what seemed like cackling; "...Hoki...Hoki… Get to shooting that ship girly; time's a wasting," a pause followed in which Scarlet seemed to be giggling to herself.
On Hoki's monitor, things seemed to have slowed down between Scarlet and the Casnel. The enemy machine looked to be on guard against Hoki, trying to shoot at it again, while Scarlet was simply drifting with nothing but the handle of her broken sword in hand.
"Scarlet, we already hit the ship; we've pulled the mission off, don't you see it, the big triangle to your nine o'clock? Kolme is just behind us. It's time to go - I'll cover you, like we planned - Remember?" Hoki said carefully, concern lacing her voice.
Another series of almost deranged cackling cut through the receiver and echoed around Hoki's cabin terrifyingly; "Ha-ha! It's him, Hoki, one of the ones who was there. There on the 4th! Not that pilot, but still, one who was there! It might just be destiny, don'cha think, destiny. Ha!"
Hoki grasped to make a reply, panic filling her as she tried to understand the bizarrely crazed state that seemed to have come over Scarlet. She desperately sought the right words to calm the woman, just like Scarlet did for her earlier. However, before she could entirely compose a reply, she heard the faint pop of a plastic lid being pulled free of something like glass - Before the communication feed cut completely.
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