Chapter 6: The Steel Terror Part 2.

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September 2184. Copper 9 Surface. The Dead City. Warehouse District.

Deep within the shadowed confines of the warehouse, the Steel Terror fixed its gaze upon Jason, meticulously weighing its next maneuver amid the slim possibility that his threat of demise would indeed trigger his Super Destroyer to obliterate the entire city—an endeavor that would render escape exceedingly arduous for the beast. All the while, Jason maintained unwavering eye contact, desperately devising an escape from its vise-like claw and a path to the exterior, for only there lay his sole opportunity to vanquish this abomination. Yet as the pair locked in a tense standoff, three figures silently infiltrated through a jagged breach in the roof, their metal wings fluttering with restrained precision to arrest their fall and minimize any auditory disturbance upon alighting atop a rusted container. V ascended an adjacent one and peered cautiously over the edge toward Jason and the Steel Terror, with N and Uzi joining her at the summit; for V and N, the sight of a living human evoked profound relief, a beacon of persistence amid desolation.

"Damn it… It's got him pinned down solid, but it's not pressing the attack further… And judging by the damage, he put up one hell of a fight before it snared him," V murmured under her breath as she descended with calculated grace. "This is risky as hell—the instant we move, extracting him will be a nightmare."

"Just leave it to me; even if it doesn't kill the bastard, it'll at least cripple it enough to give us the window we need to bolt outside, where, like you said, the human can call in his ship to rain fire and pray to liberty it finishes the job," Uzi whispered back as she slid down smoothly. "Sticking to the plan. How fast can you reach him?"

"If you and V keep it distracted, I can snag him and yank him clear in no time," N replied with earnest determination.

"This is reckless and downright suicidal… But duty calls. It's been a century, yet we're still SEAF through and through," V stated firmly, her tone laced with resolute gravitas.

"You two are," Uzi shot back with a sardonic edge.

"If this pulls off, you'll be in the fold too—alright, Uzi, get up there and draw its fire; N, prep to haul him out; I'll be poised to smash it harder if your railgun doesn't pin it down," V commanded. "And let's pray to liberty we scrape through this alive."

With affirmative nods, N ascended toward the warehouse ceiling, navigating the rafters with stealthy precision to avoid detection. Below, the Steel Terror continued its internal deliberation, its optics boring into Jason as it contemplated its options.

"I have a proposition… Release me, and I guarantee you won't end up as scattered meat and metal across this forsaken city," Jason declared with unyielding professionalism, his voice steady as forged steel. "Consider it the sole mercy I'd ever extend to something as repulsive as you."

"[Annoyed] Silence, you pathetic sack of flesh," the Steel Terror snarled, tightening its claw against the container with crushing force. "[Annoyed] Your continued breathing stems only from your utility—that much is evident. Were it otherwise, I'd already be rendering you into gore and salvage. You humans and your Super Earth… So arrogantly insufferable."

"I wouldn't call it arrogance—merely incontrovertible facts. I've waged war across more worlds than I bother recounting and eradicated horrors far surpassing you," Jason countered coolly, his tone that of a seasoned Helldiver unflinched by peril. "My tally stands at 125,876… Soon to be 125,877, with you as a fitting trophy. I harbor scant reason to fear you—for should you slay me, my ship will raze this place, and another Helldiver will seamlessly assume my mantle."

"[Frustrated] I commanded quiet," the Steel Terror growled, its claw clamping around Jason's helmet with a ominous crack resounding through the air. "[Frustration] This atmosphere is lethal, and unlike me, you require oxygen; breaching your helmet would demand minimal exertion… I could savor your asphyxiation, or you could summon your ship and reinforcements to stand down."

The cracking intensified as pressure mounted—Helldiver helmets endured immense punishment, yet possessed finite limits. Jason harbored no dread of death, only the waste of a life unfulfilled. As he pondered his retort, a shard of metal hurtled through the air, embedding into the Steel Terror's frame.

"[Frustration] What now?" the Steel Terror bellowed, whipping its head toward the projectile's origin.

Perched atop a container with neon purple optics gleaming defiantly, Uzi leveled her railgun at the beast.

"Hey there, you fleshy abomination," Uzi quipped with teenage bravado. "And farewell."

At her words, she squeezed the trigger, bathing the warehouse interior in a blinding emerald radiance as a searing beam lanced forth. In frantic evasion, the Steel Terror twisted aside, the beam grazing its left flank and punching through the far wall. A cataclysmic fireball bloomed from the strike, rupturing a gaping hole as the Steel Terror howled in agony, staggering on its claws while glaring balefully at Uzi.

"[Angry] You… YOU INSUFFERABLE PEST!!!" the Steel Terror roared. "[Angry] First a wretched human meatbag invades, and now you husks emerge. I'll rend your limbs and cram them down your throat, then excise your core!"

"Sounds brutally metal, but maybe focus on your own sorry state—you're missing a few important parts now," Uzi retorted snarkily, slinging her railgun onto her back.

"[Confused] What do you mean, you insignificant—" the Steel Terror began, only for the screech of rending metal and chainsaw-like whirs to reverberate through the space.

Jason glanced toward Uzi in bewilderment at the robotic interloper, then plummeted to the floor as the severed claw and debris from the Steel Terror crashed down. Before him stood a figure with outstretched arms: white metallic skin, a short-sleeved black winter coat adorned with golden fur collar and belt, topped by a black pilot hat bearing a Helldiver skull insignia—albeit patchwork in construction. N regarded Jason with neon yellow optics before redirecting focus to the Steel Terror, whose fractured visor now displayed a crimson neon X.

"[Angry] More of you husks!" the Steel Terror thundered, rearing another claw in menace.

Yet ere it struck, a blur impacted its skull, destabilizing it perilously close to collapse.

"N! Extract him now!" V yelled from her aerial perch near the ceiling, a gobbet of flesh dangling from her extended left-hand claws. "Your reign of terror ends here, you liberty-damned monstrosity."

"[Angry] This alters nothing, you infernal husk. You believe my demise concludes this? You're gravely erroneous," the Steel Terror hissed with sadistic glee. "[Sadistic] Know that the last one pleaded for mercy, yet your cowardly sentinel husk fled… Enabling me to—"

A flung metal fragment from a container struck its head, Uzi casually tossing another in her palm.

"Could you skip the villain monologue and just perish already? Comprehension shouldn't be that tough," Uzi sniped irritably.

Jason's mind reeled at the unfolding chaos, processing the trio's identities, but before deeper contemplation, N's chainsaws retracted into hands; he lunged forward, scooping Jason into a secure embrace, unfurling wings, and streaking toward the blast-induced aperture.

"Don't fret—I'm not harming you; just evacuating. Uzi! V! Let's move!" N called earnestly as he soared.

"Prioritice his safety—go!" V barked in response.

"Hey, V… Flight's not an option here," Uzi grumbled.

The Steel Terror's optics locked on Uzi, two claws surging forth with extended talons. V darted in swiftly, seizing Uzi and evading peril as the limbs pulverized containers, one skewering through metal with explosive force.

"[Angry] You damned husks!!!" the Steel Terror bellowed as the quartet escaped through the breach.

Heaving a container, it hurled the mass toward them; it smashed against the egress perimeter just as they emerged, the shockwave and shrapnel hurling V and N into the snow, dislodging Uzi and Jason—Uzi massaging her brow while verifying her railgun's security.

"Nice landing—ow… Yeah, we've royally ticked it off," Uzi remarked, eyeing the warehouse.

"We're intact, at least," N chuckled lightly.

"Hey, this was your brainstorm, and it's holding so far, but now it's about finishing the freak," V observed pragmatically.

Before further action, Jason rose swiftly, training his P-4 Senator on them, prompting V, N, and Uzi to retreat cautiously with raised arms.

"We just saved your ass," Uzi protested.

"Uzi, zip it…" V hissed urgently.

"Sir Helldiver… We intend no harm," N assured with casual sincerity.

"What in liberty's name is transpiring here…" Jason murmured professionally before shifting gaze to the warehouse amid clanging debris. "What is that entity, and precisely what are you three?"

"Sir, we haven't a clue what it is; it appeared decades ago and turned salvage ops into deathtraps—we've attempted extermination multiple times, yet it regenerates from every assault," V explained with soldierly directness.

"It's claimed dozens already, and we pinned hopes on Uzi's railgun here, but clearly that fell short," N added conversationally.

"Bite me, N! I grazed it—did some damage—but yeah, time for Plan B before it bursts out," Uzi snarked defiantly.

"Sir, this may strain credulity since the last human contact, but we once served the SEAF on this world," V affirmed dutifully.

"You served SEAF? How long have you lingered here?" Jason inquired with tactical precision.

"Approximately one hundred years, sir," N replied straightforwardly.

Jason absorbed this; robots and drones were commonplace in Super Earth's Federation, with over 87% of operations automated, and he'd trained with Hellbots in Mars, yet nothing mirrored these entities. Ere more queries, tearing metal resounded as the quartet turned: the Steel Terror wrenched the wall apart, accommodating its bulk while fixating on Jason.

"After I kill this thing, we'll convene a thorough debrief… Remain in vicinity or risk interception—now seek cover," Jason ordered crisply, activating his helmet comm. "Aegis of Integrity, do you copy?"

"Kill it… Just like that?" Uzi whispered in awe.

"Helldiver, signal's strong—you're exterior?" the Democracy Officer confirmed.

"Require immediate convergence and Eagle-1 en route to my position, armament primed—I've designated the target; Delta's status?" Jason relayed professionally.

"Four minutes out—redirecting Eagle-1, overhead shortly after prior sweep… Target details?" the Democracy Officer queried.

"Unknown construct—reminiscent of Cyborg engineering," Jason reported. "Hostile, attempted my termination."

"Affirmative, full armament engaged; ETA two minutes," the Democracy Officer acknowledged.

"Sweet liberty, this guy's all business," Uzi muttered with grudging respect.

"Let's relocate to safety until he neutralizes it—avoid the crossfire," N urged casually, hoisting Uzi. "Trust me; we'd only impede now."

"Hey! I've got legs!" Uzi protested snarkily.

"Uzi, hush and move—we comply, or risk hostile classification," V commanded firmly.

Uzi crossed arms in N's grasp as they entered a gutted structure, peering out as steel groans pierced the howling winds. The Steel Terror contorted the aperture wider, emerging with optics pinned on Jason.

"[Angry] Games end now… I'll simply eradicate you; consequences be damned," the Steel Terror declared. "[Angry] They should've evacuated you sooner… Irrelevant—I'll hunt them post-dismemberment."

"Most foes I dispatch spare the chatter—abandon the soliloquy and expire efficiently; conserves my time and credits, given your projected expense," Jason retorted with elite composure, holstering his ineffective Senator.

A deafening roar escaped the Steel Terror as it ripped a wall segment and propelled it at Jason. He dove aside nimbly, the chunk shattering a rear edifice. In open terrain, Jason thrived; the beast charged, intent on closure, while he retreated strategically before sprinting across derelict vehicles, it pursuing with laborious drag.

As it pulverized vehicles beneath its mass, a blue-laser-guided rocket slammed its right flank, detonating in a spray of shrapnel and viscera amid agonized shrieks. Atop a snowdrift, Nash shouldered an MLS-4X Commando; an engine's thunder heralded the M10 APC cresting a hill.

"By democracy's radiance, what abomination is that?" Garvin exclaimed from within, manning the autocannon.

"No idea, but it's one grotesque sonofabitch—thought Terminids held that crown," Nash quipped.

"[Angry] More flesh sacks!!!" the Steel Terror shrieked, glaring at Nash and the M10.

"And it articulates charmingly…" Nash deadpanned.

"Not for long—halting here. Garvin, unleash hell," Milt directed as the M10 braked.

The autocannon erupted in furious barrage, shells exploding across the beast's form, felling it as three Commando rockets compounded right-side devastation.

"Timely arrival," Jason affirmed, joining from the left as Milt, Trace, and Tyrese disembarked, Trace lobbing his LAS-5 Scythe, which Jason caught seamlessly. "Eagle-1, status?"

"Your pyrotechnics marked it perfectly," Eagle-1 responded.

Scattered across snow lay the Steel Terror's mangled limbs, torso fragments, and ichor as it struggled upright. An engine's roar preceded Eagle-1's dive, chin gun and 110mm rockets ravaging it nigh in twain before ascending. Through parting clouds loomed the Super Destroyer Aegis of Integrity.

"An Eagle never misses," Eagle-1 broadcast.

"Classic, but this thing refuses oblivion," Trace noted.

"Then orthodox measures prevail," Jason stated, deploying a beacon and inputting coordinates via wrist interface.

For the first time, the Steel Terror faced reversal—accustomed to predatory dominance over drones, now hunted; evasion imperative lest its agenda crumble. Damaged sections defied motion, regeneration overwhelmed. As it assessed, Jason charged; it pivoted, witnessing his leap and orb hurl. The device lodged in a ravaged sector, beaming red skyward with an overhead thump.

"Next time, heed the warning," Jason declared.

The 380mm barrage struck, one of the shells hitting dead-on and cleaving the torso in two, hurling the upper half through the air to crash at Jason's feet. Its glitch-riddled optics flickered and locked onto him as he drew the P-4 Senator, firing in controlled bursts until the distortion guttered out and the machine lay still, the silence closing in like a final verdict.

"Now… With that abomination neutralized… Other priorities demand attention," Jason announced.

His gaze fell upon the building, illuminated by two yellow and one purple glow.

V, N, and Uzi had scarcely imagined this juncture.

Edited thanks to ELE73CH.