Even stronger than the mounted pattern.
From the ducts of the Purgatory-class Battleship, Vicious Claw, Boarding Torpedoes fired one after another, carrying Terran-born Assassination Elites as they flew toward Gate No. 42.
Bang, bang, bang...
One hunting elite kept slamming his head against the restraint device, the Plasteel shuddering with every impact.
The warriors behind him let out mocking laughter, despair threaded through it.
"Lehr's started banging his head again."
Lehr turned his head stiffly. Behind the Eyepiece of his helmet, there were no black eyes, no irises.
His sunken eyes stared hollowly around him, blood-red staining the ore of the rocky hills.
The Runes flickering across his helmet Eyepiece dragged Lehr's consciousness back and forth from the illusion to the real world, bringing it into focus again.
"I'm about to die."
His voice was so cold that even the heat wash radiating from the torpedo's bow heat-melting array seemed to chill in an instant.
Click!
Lehr broke free of his safety harness. As the electronic rune's mechanical prompt sounded, blazing streams of flame coiled out from both sides of his pack and fed into the barrels he held in both hands.
He leaped out amid the acrid stink of sealant and the strange smell of hot metal. The aiming rune had only just flickered onto his helmet when he pulled the triggers.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lehr raised both arms, and two streams of fire jetted out.
The thermal beams struck an enemy charging head-on from either side, igniting them in an instant and burning them to ash.
Flames splashed outward, setting the enemies around them alight.
The guards screamed as they swung their Lasguns around. Beams shot across the frontal curved reinforcement of the Assassin-pattern Elite Armor, burning black scars into it.
The Assassin-pattern Elite Armor was modified from the