"Calm down, Aparajita!"
"I'm not out of control, Deputy." Aparajita panted over the communication channel. He still swung the sword in his hand, slicing apart the malformed bodies before him. Such intense exertion could not make him tired. So long as the nutrient delivery system inside his power armor remained operational, Gene-modded Warriors could fight continuously for hundreds or thousands of hours without rest. Right now, all he felt was rage, and he was enduring it. "Your assignment."
"We haven't been infiltrated. Archaeopteryx Squad's communications were cut off because this airtight door and the walls here have signal-blocking capabilities. It was meant to prevent anyone from controlling the equipment here through radio signals. The one who locked that door was the mutant witch here. The Mutants here have higher authority, and we don't know much about this system." Deputy Nelson spoke in a tone cold enough to freeze someone solid. "If you could put down your sword and service your explosive rounds gun, I would be most grateful."
"The Martian Technicians investigated that dormant system... It really is an Artificial Intelligence, but it does not meet the threshold for prohibition, and its standard code is completely different from Attilan's. Still, they uploaded a program to prevent the system from fully waking up, because it controls a ship. A starship over ten kilometers long, and it is currently embedded in the middle of Attilan Base. It could detach in an emergency at any moment!" Deputy Nelson transmitted electrical signals through his neural interface, and his mechanical prosthetic arm converted them into specific commands, stowing the Universal Data Interface in the space beneath his metal arm. He had not wanted to take on this job. He was an experienced warrior, but Aparajita truly needed a technician. Not someone with formidable technical skills—someone