125 – Limit Testing the New Tech

125 – Limit Testing the New Tech

To say the arsenal of weaponry the Ork voidship brought to bear as we closed in on them was pathetic was underselling it by quite a bit. Over my weeks of warding off Necron ambushes I’d outfitted our ship with just about a hundred weapons arrayed to cover every single angle, every single potential attack and the same went for the layered armour that now covered every inch of the ship.

This was a ship made to fight Necron Cruisers, and not just one of them. A single Orc ship just couldn’t compare. I could have turned the thing into Swiss cheese with a few salvos of bio-plasma, hell I doubted it could survive even just a dozen of them blasting holes into it.

But we aren’t here to win. I smirked as the ship closed in on the haphazardly built space junk the Orks called a ship. We are here to test our new toys, to train, and to get in some exercise.

The ship lengthened, the armour on its prow thickening up and forming into an arrow shape. I slowed our ship a bit more, if I crashed into them at anything close to full speed that thing would snap in half. If they were lucky.

The Ork ship attempted turning around, trying to put the comically large ram at its prow between us and it, but it was too slow. Maybe if they didn’t turn to have the many guns at the side of their log-shaped ship shoot at us, they could have put up some resistance. Maybe even dodged if they got lucky.

“Brace for impact,” I said calmly. “I’ll open up a tunnel leading to the prow of the ship that’ll lead into the enemy vessel. Anyone who needs air to survive, get your space suits ready ... do you have space suits?”

Fae and Bob awkwardly shook their heads. I shrugged and had two tendrils reach down from the ceiling and wrap a skin-tight space suit around them. It only reached up to their necks right now though.

“Tap the neck when you want to deploy the helmet,” I said. “Maybe the Orks have breathable air in there, though I think hopes and dreams are what they breathe in so don’t hold out hope.”

They gave me nods, one resolved and one eager. I shrugged. I’d have to send a Lictor drone after them to make sure they didn’t get murdered too badly.

“To the rest of you,” I narrowed my eyes at Selene and Val. “I’m testing out this new design. It is much weaker than my previous Avatar, I think, so please don’t blow it up by accident. Also, make sure you don’t blast too many holes into that pile of garbage. I think it’s barely held together with glue and hope.”

The two nodded. Selene even looked sheepish, which I took to mean she was planning to test out whatever heavy-hitting stuff she developed over the months. Then I remembered the last member of our crew.

Zedev sat in a corner, blending in with the rest of the furniture. He even had some fur- mat draped over him. He remained in battery-saving mode. I’d have to check whether he was actually sleeping or just ran out of battery for real.

He was like 80% machine after all, if not more. All that couldn’t run on bio-electricity and regular food. Not that he ever mentioned needing sustenance so it’s probably fine. He mentioned wanting to delve into the finished templates I gave him. Maybe he just got caught up in his fun like I had.

With a shrug, I ignored him for now.

A few more ‘stuff’ hit us, bouncing off of the ship’s outer hull without leaving even a scratch. Though some left marks behind ... wait, did they just shoot a Gretchin at us?

Actually, they shot a dozen of them, along with just about everything else with only a fifth of the projectiles being something I’d consider either a bullet or a missile.

Orks do Ork stuff I guess.

“Annnnnd 3 ... 2 ... 1,” I said, then the ship lurched, our abysmal remaining velocity halting as the prow-spike pierced into the Ork ship’s belly. “Get moving. Val and Selene first.”

The wall pulled to the side, and a tunnel opened up at my command. At the same time, the spike at the ship's prow shifted, its tip flowing back and forming giant side-facing claws that secured the ship to its target.

Selene and Val blasted forward, not wasting a moment and I could hear the lightning storm and Orks screeching a moment later.

“After you two,” I smiled at our newest additions and watched on as they activated their helmets and cautiously moved out.

I quickly made a Lictor drone and sent it after them with the commands to help them only if they were going to die.

Then it was my turn, and I strolled out. I could have worn a helmet, but keeping a human body alive with bio-energy barely cost me a pittance, even in much more extreme conditions than space, so I didn’t bother.

I followed after the two a few moments later, a little spring in my steps as I strode through the tunnel and stepped out into a scene of carnage. Pieces of Ork and scraps of metal littered what was probably a mess hall before we blasted ourselves into it.

Not a single thing was alive in the room, aside from me and the two lingering lovebirds.

Poor Orks, we interrupted their lunch. I let out a smaller swarm of butterflies and put them on biomass collection duty. Orks were a step down from Tyranids in the density of energy they gave me, but they were leagues above regular humans. I haven’t eaten any Tau yet, but I doubt they are all too nutritious, being as short-lived and spindly looking as they are.

One path leading into a large side tunnel was clearly marked with the telltale signs of Val’s passing: scorch marks. Another was covered in only blood, the Orky bits probably fuelling Selene’s rampage further down that way in the form of bio-energy and the two newbies were cautiously heading towards a smaller side door.

I chose a direction of my own at random and set off in a light jog. Letting the subdermal do most of the work, I let it carry most of my weight while my muscles relaxed. The distant sounds of battle, war cries, screams, and explosions played in my ears and I could feel my blood running hot in anticipation.

Then I met my first adversaries, a group of five Orks, probably catching the whiff of blood in the mess hall and rushing to check out what was up. I grinned at them as they slowed, their big dumb mugs projecting confusion.

"A humie, 'ere?" The first asked, looking me up and down like I was an especially nice looking stick.

"Wot's it doin' 'ere?" Another piped up, stepping over to me and staring down at me.

I just stayed still, a slight grin on my face. I was the incarnation of non-threatening, being two heads shorter than the shortest green giant and dressed in what looked like a simple robe.

Bio-energy surged and healed me before I even hit the floor, leaving only my pride bruised as I landed with a loud thud. Then Cudgel Ork slammed down with a loud squelch.

"Why da humie made of metal?"

"Maybe it's one o' dem mek humies."

"Makes sense."

"It dead?"

"Fink so."

“Meh,” said one gunner as I huffed and sat up with a groan. Getting your brain splattered against the side of your skull is not a fun experience. Noted. "Seems not. Humie can scrap."

He pulled the trigger, but I was ready. I shifted to the side just enough for it to miss me. I slashed towards them, my blade-arm lengthening and thinning, it snapped out like a whip as thin as a thread at the tip and tore right through one orc from hip to shoulder then continued to decapitate the other.

Once their bodies flopped to the ground, everything suddenly went silent. With the faint background noise of machinery grinding away in the distance, my ragged breaths sounded deafening as I came down from my adrenaline high.

Skin flowed over my uncovered subdermal armour as my right hand retracted and reformed into a metallic hand. I stumbled to my feet, my legs feeling a bit weak from the strain I put them through.

“That was fun,” I said, wheezing for breath.

I let myself enjoy the feeling for a bit more before I banished the fatigue with a slight infusion of bio-energy.

My body ached for more, the Ork’s excitement proving infectious. Even if I protected my mind from manipulation, just feeling the glee in the five of them as they fought and died made me mirror some of those feelings unconsciously. It resonated with a primal part of me.

Five down. But there is still a ship’s worth more to go.

I heard a gasping wheeze behind and noticed the first Ork twisting its neck to look at me. He looked pained, with his unresponsive body and heavily bleeding stump.

I stared at him. I sort of forgot him, didn’t I?

The promise I made to Selene about not torturing people needlessly came back to me at that moment. Does this count as torture? I just left him for last and just sort of forgot about him.

I hummed thoughtfully. I don’t even feel annoyed at him anymore. His pals gave me a good fight.

My finger lengthened into a wire-thin whip, but I stopped myself a moment before striking out with it to deliver the kill. This would sort of be a mercy kill, wouldn’t it? But an Ork could survive as a damned head in one of the books I think. Plus I borderline accidentally tortured him. A bit. Maybe. Sort of.

I felt bad for the fungus. He just wanted to fight something. It was an unfortunate and extremely unlucky twist of fate for him to meet me.

“You know what, big guy?” I squatted down next to him. “Since I’m feeling bad about leaving you like this, and made a promise to not inflict undue suffering on people, I have an offer for you.”

He grunted. Having his spine broken probably made it hard to speak. I poked him in the cheek and sent a slight surge of healing bio-energy into him.

Not enough to have him move much just yet, but enough to let him talk.

“So,” I continued. “I am going to heal you back up so you can do all the fighting meeting me has robbed you of, and in return, you will forgive me for having been a bit meaner than I should have been.”

“Awrite,” the ork said in a gruff wheeze, blinking up at me in confusion.

“Say it,” I poked him with a cold, but blunt metal finger. “‘I forgive you’”

“I forgiv ya?” he mumbled, not quite understanding what was going on. Eh, good enough. It’s not like I did anything all that bad to him, or anything other Orks wouldn’t have done to him.

“Thanks,” I grinned, then poked him again.

Not five seconds later, the Ork was back on his feet, befuddled eyes staring at his hands as he clenched and unclenched them.

Another five seconds later, he was busy looting his departed friend’s remains with a feral grin, stacking guns under an armpit and snapping the teeth out of their jaws.

I left him to it, setting out again to see how much I could improve on my close-quarters combat before the others fully cleared out the ship.

The Ork I healed up would probably die in a few hours when he met with another one of us, but maybe he could kick the bucket after a bit more fulfilling last battle than the one I just gave him.