“We killed it! Oh my fucking god! I don’t believe it! We killed it!” The pilot reported back. Nobody could believe it, but there it was the pilot was flying very low to the water where the Golem was. It was indeed dead.
(10)
Wilcox was yet again in front of the media at the urging of Peterson. (Peterson made excuses as to why he couldn’t do it.) Wilcox and the media finally made it to the site of the second Golem’s death. And this time it was early in the morning. Behind him as he was talking to the media their helicopters was buzzing around the down Golem video taping and broadcasting the wreckage. He was doing a far better job this time around. And later when he saw how the media was portraying him it soften him up a bit concerning how he views them.
“See I told you that it would work.” Peterson mentioned to Wilcox after Wilcox finished talking to the media.
“Yeah. Now we have only one torpedo left to take out two.”
“Aw come on now. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone.”
“Yeah.” Wilcox responded not being convinced because the last two Golems are not close enough. What’s more, both needs to be in the water. Or at least deep enough in the water.
“I was right about the media wasn’t I? So maybe I’m right about this.” Peterson responded trying his best to cheer him up.
“Yeah well. . . I got work to do. Goodbye.”
(11)
“This is Captain Levine. . . I would like to say that I’m terribly sorry for not doing my duties but please understand that I had a strong reason.”
“That’s okay sir, It’s nice to hear from you.” The Skotadian mentioned over the radio. (Commander Ivey would have been suspicious since Levine don’t talk like that.)
“I’m here with a newly formed PDF force to provide assistance. Please understand that in my confrontation with the traitor Infernus; I was provided with valuable Intel.” (That would have been a huge red flag to Lenkov, Omori and Maxwell.) Levine mentioned in a manner of fact tone.
“Outstanding sir! Just what was that Intel if you don’t mind me asking?” The Skotadian asked him.
“It was his access codes of course.” Levine responded. It would have been at that point that Lenkov, Omori and Maxwell would have (figuratively) run to the toilet and throw up. Levine was clearly acting like a typical Dark Core member at that point.
The response from the subordinate would have cause the obvious three to figuratively roll their eyes and be annoyed by the apparent stupidity. But since they are not there no one can tell the local military to be on guard. And that was something that Levine knew and took full advantage of. No one suspected a thing. Infernus’ plan will go off without a glitch and no one can stop it.
“Listen up! There is a clone that is called KEV 74 that may be within one of those two Golems! It must be retrieve at all cost!” Levine mentioned over the radio.
“Begging your pardon sir, but what makes it so important?” A Skotadian asked.
“The KEV is an highly experimental clone bank. Meaning: it contains all the genetic material of all the Skotadian genetic monsters that Skotadi ever created. I don’t need to remind you of the consequences if the Golems were to create any type of a clone that may come from the KEV.”
“Understood. Your orders sir.” The Skotadian asked.
“We need to recover the KEV first. Then we can destroy the beast.”
“Why not just destroy both sir?”
“Because the genetic material that is contain within it will allow us to, not only know what genetic monsters Skotadi is trying to create, but also to defeat those monsters.” Levine mentioned, hoping that it would put an end to it.
“How’s that? I mean. . . how is it that in knowing what they are going to create will allow us the chance to defeat the clones?”
“Since your mind can’t fathom the reason of what a genetic bank is, let me try to explain something to you. . .” Levine/Infernus was saying. He was trying his best not to sound like he’s old self but he was starting to lose some degree of self control.
“This is Jaguar. What he is trying to say is this: Skotadi doesn’t store the DNA of it’s clones in a computer server since they can be hacked. If it is stored in a test tube than if is possible that the genetic material could be lost if someone were to drop the test tube. If we were to acquire it than we will would have the DNA of all the clones, including those we don’t yet know about, in it’s pure form. We could then engineer a virus that could wipe out those clones.”
“Exactly. And if the Golem could figure out a way to create those clones. . .” Levine was saying. He was relieved that Jaguar said what he did.
“I understand sir. It’s time to give the Golem the hell that it deserves.” The Skotadian, interrupting Levine/Infernus, stated.
What occurred next would have caused Lenkov, Omori and Maxwell to finally know the real truth about Levine. For it was their experience that would have told them that Levine is using the skills and the experience of a military officer when dealing with the Golem. What’s more he is appearing not to genuinely care about his subordinates. Which is a typical Dark Core behavior. Nevertheless it got the job done. For the factory Golem took it upon itself to eliminate this new threat. In some ways that is what Infernus wanted. For he only cared about the KEV. What he didn’t mention is why it has the number 74 in it’s name. Because there is 100 of them, 50 males and 50 females. The females acts the antigen, the way to defeat the clones being used, and the males are the obvious.
All PDF’s throughout the galaxy is nothing more than cannon fodder to the Skotadian military. Yes it is indeed true that all who joins it knows that, but those who do, and those who create a PDF force knows that it is for the defense of the community. Dark Core puts the emphasis upon the words “cannon fodder,” whereas Infernus treats them as a useful but useless military unit.
The newly formed PDF risked all in a desperate attempt to achieve their objective. From his attitude Jaguar could see that the heroism of the PDF was fruitless but it was needed to give others the chance at victory. But to him, as well as to Viper, they started to see that all attempts were fruitless. Despair was running rampant upon that world and no one could stop it. Neither Jaguar nor Viper had any reason to live. They needed a miracle and they had nothing to go by.
(12)
“This is Jaguar 42R to all ground forces. It appears from my attitude that KEV 74 has been blasted from the Golem. We will now get into a defensive position between KEV 74 and the Golem. We can only give you no more than six to ten minutes. Retrieve the bitch now!” Jaguar 42R responded.
The Golem in a desperate bid to retrieve KEV 74 ended up getting stuck in the mud. It did not take long for the crew with the last torpedo to arrive. But they couldn’t use it. Not until the Golem gets back into deep enough water. And the only place that is deep enough is the waters between the harbor and the pier that Task Force ZH-3C was traveling between when they were first on that cargo ship. And this time around, for the team, they can just sit idly by passing the time away. For this time some of Lenkov’s personnel is acting as the crew of the ship.
“That motherfucking Kronos Golem has turned around! Either it’s heading back to help out the damn wretched stuck Golem, it’s confused, or it’s trying to retrieve the KEV!” A pilot shouted out over the radio. (Everyone started to call it Kronos because ever so once in a while it would say it.)
“Hey Jaguar! Where do you want us to take the KEV!?” The pilot asked.
“What’s the condition of the damn bitch!?”
“She’s still in her incubation tube!”
“Understood! Take her to the rendezvous point!” Jaguar 42R responded.
“The other fucker just unstuck itself and is on the move!” One of the pilots mentioned. That particular pilot was hovering around the Golem in order to keep everyone updated on it.
“Where is it headed!?” Jaguar 42R asked.
“It appears to be headed in the same generalize direction as befor
e!”
“What about the Kronos one!?” Jaguar 42R asked the pilot monitoring it.
“I think that dumb fuck. . .! Wait a minute.” Pilot was saying. In the background it sounded like he was chuckling. He then continued on. “Here is a video feed on the Kronos Golem!”
The pilot actually sent the video feed over the main channel so that even the media could pick it up. Everybody watched as the Kronos Golem was headed towards a steep embankment. It then said Kronos. Took a step and felled down the embankment. As it was tumbling down it sounded like it was saying either that it eat crows and toes, or it sounded like it was saying that it eats crows. . . oh no. Then when it finished falling and as it was trying to get up, it said Kronos again. Everybody got a big kick out of it. It gave them a chance to laugh at it and indirectly at Dark Core. That one single incident did more damage to the Skotadian upper echelons reputation than what anybody could have ever had imaged. Dark Core is now a laughing stock throughout the Milky Way.
(13)
“Both Captain Peterson and Wilcox, wants us to drop your team off at that harbor. They want your team to act as bait for the Kronos Golem. We need to lure it into deep waters. After that. . . pray.” The acting captain of the cargo ship stated to Task Force ZH-3C.
“Bait? Did I hear that correctly?” Vaistll asked.
“Yes ma’am. It seems like the algorithm within the Kronos Golem have finally perceive all ground forces to be a major threat that needs to be neutralize at all cost. And. . .”
“Wait a minute! You mean that we’re cannon fodder!”
“Ma’am. . . thousands of people have already lost their lives in trying to get the damn thing to implement the tactic. I myself have lost both my father and a brother to the damn thing. As for my uncle. . .”
“I’m so sorry for your loss. Please forgive me for my naïve reaction, I’m just concerned for my team.”
“I understand that. But you need to understand that we are no longer your enemy. Dark Core is. But if you sincerely care about your people than you will learn to think like a typical Skotadian.”
“I’m confused. How will that benefit my people?”
“Ask Ramirez he will tell you.”
“That doesn’t help. In all honesty my people, the Wol’ga’cons, would think that your people is suicidal.”
“And the Wol’ga’cons in dealing with the hive? I could say the same of yours.”
“What of the weapons that my team will be given?”
“You will be given everything. Look. . . you know that we can not let the Golems run amok upon this world. Everybody must do their part. Including your team.”
“Task Force ZH-3C we need you to get back to you old base camp. Both Golems are in the water. We think that they may be heading to the old shipyard there.” Captain Peterson informed them over the radio. Fifteen minutes had already passed since they left the ship. The ground was constantly shacking from everyone trying their best to destroy either one of the Golems. It also told the team that at least one, or maybe both, Golems are near. No one wanted to admit it, but the team was truly scared for their lives.
“Holy shit!” Coté screamed out. It was nighttime and because it was pitch black with only the headlights of their vehicles to let them see, Coté didn’t see the nanite cloud come and “grab” an huge chunk of the road and the bridge in front of her. She then slammed on her breaks and then she was reared end by the car driven by Nakada.
“Everybody out and across!” Vaistll ordered her team.
On two occasions the team was nearly killed by the poor shot of one of the Golems when a shell landed near them. While they were almost across a pilot came to pick up their cars to ferry them across the gap. Something then occurred and the pilot screamed and the helicopter crashed right behind the team. None of the team was injured due to the skill of the pilot.
“Get your team to the rendezvous point or die!” Captain Wilcox order Vaistll.
“The goddamn factory Golem is trying to get back on land! Get your team to the gun emplacements now!” Captain Peterson ordered Vaistll.
“Blast the shit out of it until you run out of ammo, or until the guns emplacements are destroyed!” Wilcox added.
Task Force ZH-3C could now “see” due to the fact that the factory Golem was glowing as bright as the sun from all the bombardment it was receiving. The ground shaking very violently because of both the Golem walking and the bombardments. The team wasted no time in opening the gates of hell on the wretched beast. Eight minutes into the fight they were almost “consumed” when a nanite cloud almost got them. What saved them is when a pilot used a EMP bomb on the nanites.
“The Navy is here! Shoot or pull out!” Peterson mentioned to Task Force ZH-3C. The team decided to keep on shooting at the wretched beast.
Because of the height of the Golem it has an impressive walking stride of at least a half mile (805 meters). So it shouldn’t take long for it go anywhere. But the devastation will be felt everywhere. By the time the gun emplacements ran out of ammo (the barrels came close to melting from the constant shooting) the end of the witching hour was drawing near. (Meaning that it was close to morning.)
“I should have bought stocks in the Skotadian military industrial complex.” Wexler stated as the team was leaving.
“You secure that lip if you know what’s good for you!” Wilcox ordered him.
“Don’t mind him Liam, he forgot to buy those stocks.” Peterson mentioned.
“What about you sir?” Wexler asked Peterson.
“Never mind about that.” Peterson responded.
“What he’s trying to say he is going to retire a rich bastard.” Wilcox mentioned.
“Alright everyone listen up! The torpedo is here! Which Golem should we target!?” A Skotadian officer asked over the radio.
“The factory Golem. We cannot let the damn thing live.” Wilcox stated.
“I agree. From my altitude I can tell that it is trying to reverse engineer something. But I. . . Holy shit! It just threw a massive ball of water at me!” Jaguar 42R mentioned.
“This is Captain. . . (static). Our sonar is picking up. . . (static). Oh my god! Abandoned ship. . . (static followed by silence)!” The Navy captain mentioned.
“This is Jaguar. The factory Golem is using water as a weapon. Destroy it now or we will all die!”
(14)
The factory Golem was at the mothball fleet. And now everyone will finally learn why it cared so much about going there. Wilcox mentioned that he finally crack the codes of the dead Dark Core members and it stated that there was an unknown classified underwater Naval base near the shipyards. What was there? Unknown.
“Do you think that it will work?” The Crewman asked.
“The torpedo or the tactic?” The comrade asked.
“Either.”
“Actually the tactic will work but as for the torpedo. . .”
“What? What about it?”
“This torpedo originally had a 20 megaton warhead and. . .”
“Originally?”
“Yeah. Apparently the counter measures on Ma Duce struck it and it lost some of it’s kick.”
“What!? Like how much?”
“Ninety-nine point nine percent.”
“So what, it’s now basically has the equivalent of a 20 kiloton warhead?”
“You got it. So let’s just fire the damn thing and get it over with.”
As luck would have it, it was the tactic and not the yield that always worked. When the Golem is in the water, make certain that your nuclear detonation occurs in the water and by it. As soon as everyone could see what was left of the Golem it became obvious to everyone that it too was no more. What was left of it had pieces fall off periodically. (It did had one arm up in the air.)
As the clown, err, Kronos Golem was headed towards its rendezvous point, people would shoot at it just for the hell of it. Even in the water it could make people laugh at it for every single time that it tried to say Kronos it sou
nded like it was saying Bro Knows. Which would cause some of the pilot gunners to laugh and say, “Yeah the bros knows. And what we know is that you are no mo.”
“Goddamn that stupid motherfucking piece of shit-head garbage bag rat fucking scum sucking trash whore of the universe!” Jaguar 42R angrily shouted out over the radio.
“What’s wrong?” Vaistll asked him. She was glad to hear that he was still alive.
“That damn clown deuce-bag won’t incorporate the wreckage!” Jaguar 42R said. It was apparent to all the he was piss as shit. The wreckage that he was referring to is whatever will slow down the monster.
“So what are you going to do?” Vaistll asked him. Hoping for the best response but fearing the worse. She really did not want to lose him.
“Say, who’s piloting the dropship? It looks like a. . . Marine dropship.”
“We are.” Vaistll responded.
“Were did you get a Marine dropship?”
“Will you tell me what you are going to do with that Golem?”
“Of course I will.”
“At some point after we landed upon this world, and permanently left the area, Mad Dawg sent us this dropship. I knew it was him, he’d left us a note.”
“Really. What does it say?”
“It says that he is sorry for what transpired before and that he does regret both his poor judgment and his behavior. He also stated that he had not abandoned us he just has other problems that he is working out. And then he added that we should keep our heads up and keep up the fight.”
“Have you ever encountered this class of Dominator before?”
“No.” Vaistll responded pondering what he will say next.
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