LOGINOn an orb drone's monitor, one could see the progress of the Outriders hunt. Unusually, one of the orb drones concentrated on the speedy Outrider, dashing through the grassy wetlands of Aured, using his grappler stake to swing around, and the booster on his waist to slow his landing descent.
Using his grappler stake as a way to swing through the environment, he was making use of his cutter sword to disable any enemy that comes close to him.
His six-shooter shoots down most of the flying belua. Most belua were at least 2-5 meters tall. Have ox-like skin that is rubbery, and possessed starved features, and elongated claws. Some differ in sizes, but some take the forms of the estranged animals that once existed in the continent. Most of the major continents have sunk, and the remaining ones fight in their bastions in hopes of regaining territory.
Even without his attention, humanity would at least take the middle-eastern continent and take the fight to the 40m belua living in the former desert transposed to a swamp.
Keeping his focus on the 3m belua appearing before him, Jakob shot three explosive bullets, destroying the glabella of the belua. Using his momentum, he pivoted his armored leg and kicked the belua to a nearby tree. With the belua unable to move, Jakob harvested their organs and made sure to keep them intact.
If he didn't have the exosuit, then it would be hard to carry them. After hunting for a while, Jakob took a rest to one of the hollow trees of the wetlands.
Checking on his weapons, he examined the concrete ruins built by those who came before. Once, people scraped the skies with their concrete buildings, but now they are required to make towers made of steel armed with turrets crafted with the ability to fend off the beast that fed on the ambrosia that came from the stars.
He couldn't imagine seeing such scenery again. The Lights of Aured shines like a beacon of hope for Mankind. They said that humankind would have a far easier time if the lights do not shine, but that is the same as surrendering to the monsters.
Humankind had pride in their existence, and even though continents have sunk, the will of humanity did not perish. Jakob did not share that joy, for a man who had seen the end, he could not bring that will back to his heart.
"Bastards," he said, gritting his teeth while looking at those who fled to the stars. It was a hopeless flight that only those who were called the hope of Gaia were allowed to board.
"Do not go gentle," one of the men who had boarded said. "Rage, against the dying of the light."
It was an old poem that history had forgotten.
Holding his head, he thought back to that crimson sky. How beautiful and cruel it was. For what purpose did fate have to send the person who witnessed the end?"
"I don't get it," he asked.
Drawing his cutter sword, he rushed the belua that appeared in front of him. Dodging the overhead strike, slashing the belly, targetting the thighs, and piercing the throat.
After killing the belua, Jakob took the square-like organ that allowed their regeneration process, devouring it. There was poison in the organ, but it was something that this body oddly could consume.
"Why can I endure this?" he asked blankly. "No, how did I retain the peak of my body strength? I can tell that my regeneration cycle is improving, but I doubt that I can make it completely heal if I lost an arm."
As Jakob pondered, he felt the rumbling of the earth. He saw the gray cloud and thought that it was a horde of belua gathering in one place.
Slinging to that location, landing on a tree branch, Jakob spotted the horde chasing a group who came with four members. He could not discern their appearance, but this was a perfect time to get more rewards.
To stay with Dona, he needed credits, and a relationship based on cash needed to be stable. It was pathetic, but he couldn't run away from the comfort that she provided.
Whipping his cutter sword, he grappled the nearest belua and threw himself to it. Then, like before, he saw time slow down and the sound slowly fading away, hearing his heartbeat, and slowly counting the beats, his limit was one hundred beats. More than one hundred and he would freeze for fifteen seconds.
Twenty beats and he had slit the throat of twenty-three belua's. Forty heartbeats and he had stopped half of the horde. Nearing eighty, he saw time slowly returning to normal, the beats a countdown when this strange ability would be gone. But his cutter sword was dulled from the cutting, and he had to empty clips on the belua.
After the slow down ability, his body froze, and for the next five seconds, a belua tossed him around. He had to wrap the grappler stake's rigid wires to strangle the belua to death.
"I overestimated myself," Jakob said. "This ability...did it came with me? Because of my perception of time, had it been warped?"
He stared at the drop of rain falling from the sky. The helmet he wore showed that the lightweight exosuit absorbed some of the damage, though he had to take the exosuit to repairs.
The orb drone monitor tallied the amount of belua he killed, and as he picked the heads of the belua, he placed them inside a rucksack. Leaving the area, he arrived in front of the zipline that carries him back to the sanctum of the citadel.
When he took a step on the platform, he felt eyes gather on him. But those eyes quickly left him as he placed the belua heads into the conveyor built where the handler took care of the tally. Taking his credits, he went to the mechanics and technicians who would take care of his exosuit.
Silently, like a statue, Jakob remained until his gear to be repaired.
The orbs of light hanging on the circular tower not far from where he was lighted Jakob's face. The veil of rain splits the lights. On the community, there was a group of people opening the hatches so that the floodwater whirls down the drain. From the second-floors of the buildings, there were men and women dressed in thick gray clothing.Jakob rested his back on the bench. He looked up. The flyers of Aured City numbered about hundreds a day. The city consumed fuel than any of the bastion cities. He had been ignorant of the world. Jakob did not have to know about the city. All he knows back then was how to survive a day outside of the city.Jakob clenched his fist. He had done something to change something. He did not know what it was that made things turned out this way, but he could not understand the empty feeling. The feelings he had while in battle were like momentary and fleeting."I really cannot do it," Jakob said. The rainwater was like spray hitting h
Jakob stood behind Helga. She wore a sharp business suit with a red tie. She had gloved her hands and tied her hair into a ponytail. She spoke to a man armed to the teeth. Though he looked intimidating, Helga did not show any stiffness or being overwhelmed. How could he, when Jakob was standing behind her with such an expression?The two talked for minutes. Helga shook the armored hand of the man and started strutting to the pad. The Karnifex was on the landing pad. Helga stood. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it up. She looked up at the Aured Sky."Just a drizzle of rain," Helga said.Jakob folded his armored arms. Helga snickered."You are getting used to that suit.""Hard to take it off when it seems like you are making use of me too much.""Can't help it, you are a good at what you do. Also, the Boss wants to personally make sure that my safety is secured."Jakob surveyed the area. The personnel from the buildin
Dona liked to mix drinks. She had become a better mixer than ever. It seems she had a natural talent. Helga had praised her drink, and when Jakob comes home, she would give him a stiff one that would ease his muscles. They had not done it for a long time, though she did not mind it. He was always full of thoughts and his mind would wander.Not that it matters to her as long as he comes home safe from his missions. He had become one of the terrifying people that Haven knew after his recent works, which made him quite an important person. Just by association, they treated her with respect. Dona knows she was riding on his coattails. It did not bother her that there are those who would call her hurtful words.Jakob was not someone who was a restricting person. For someone who started the relationship with cash, he was someone who did not bother too much about it. He was not a wasteful man. He was thrifty, and he liked to eat nutritional food with fondness. He acts like an
The event definitely took the attention of the people to the fields of Gharasu. The discovery of the cattle-human, and the appearance of the beluaman showed the world who the true enemy was again. They discovered the steelfort project hidden from Humanity. Leaders gathered to address the issue regarding the Project.Commander Stan Blackwells, accompanied by Anastasia and Karl arrived in the conference of leaders. Karl, the holder of the access key to the satellites around the world announced that he is siding with the Commander of Recon Korp. The move alongside the appearance of Commander Blackwell, supported by both human and etherian made the Leaders accept Commander Blackwells' status as one of the protectors of Aured City.As for where Sanctum and Haven stands in the issue, they answered by showing their neutrality in the matter. The first request that Karl made was to take back Gharasu and the steelfort. The government moved to prove that they are accommodating. T
[System switching to backup power][Warning][Exceeding below the fifty-percent damage threshold][Activating life support systems][Warning][Deactivating heads-up display][Exhausting heat][Warning]Jakob swings the greatsword at the beluaman. The beluaman raises the ground, forcing Jakob to use the grappler stake to swing around the beluaman's attack, using the momentum created by the weight of the greatsword to hasten the swing. He turns around to smash the greatsword down on a 15m belua."Still alive, J," Helga called, "you are making Dona worry.""Got to buy time, Hel," Jakob flattened the greatsword to block a root spire. He grappled on the 15m belua, threw the greatsword, caught it, and pummeled a belua pouncing at him. Landing on top of a belua, he stabbed the greatsword's tip."Your suit is a mess," Helga said, "the amount of repairs it'll need is going to cost you. Nonetheless, the ether forge,
Her opinion towards humans were low. Anastasia will not work with these humans if she had the chance to do so. Blackwells changed her opinions of them. This time she had to admit. Humans were not as inferior as she thought. Their technology were keeping them alive. Even their medicine and drugs have started evolving. The suit this Outrider was wearing and the ability to lift her Blackwell's sword was enough to indicate.Still, it was odd in a sense that she did not see the usual side effects. He did not even take the usual syringes that one would take. Her and her Blackwells have been part of the many meetings and experiments. They share the burden of turning their fellow etherians into good soldiers.Therefore, she did not recognize any signs of modification other than the well-made exosuit. Deep in the swamp, hit by the rain, and surrounded. Anastasia kept her calm while pulling her Blackwells away. Blackwells conserved his energy. His eyes lacked light. There is an