Warzone Resurrection story: A Hard Decision (Part II)
Warzone Resurrection story: A Hard Decision (Part I)
Around the young soldier who fought for his life with courage born of despair the other Bauhaus troopers dashed into the ranks of the defenders. Cyborgs, robots and hussars attacked each other with rifles, knifes and even bare hands.
Although he was only thinking for the next moment in order to survive this blood insanity, Nithard realized that they were losing the battle. Three juggernauts, their best soldiers, had already been killed while the number of enemies was still growing.
Another chasseur headed directly towards Rankenwald, trying to shoot him down. Nithard reflexively jumped aside and the deadly burst hit one of his comrades in the back. Before the cyborg could target him again, Rankenwald answered with his panzerknacker. He riddled the Chasseur with bullets but the transhuman creature didn`t go down.
“What the hell are you?”, yelled Nithard into the snowstorm while the Chasseur unwaveringly came closer.
The cyborg slowly raised his weapon but this time Rankenwald got some unexpected help. In the meantime, leutnant von Waldfurth had taken a MG-40 LMG from a dead hussar, he shouted something in the direction of his young comrade and finally opened fire. Rankenwald saw the Cybertronic soldier`s head burst like an overripe melon.
“Don`t mention it, boy!” Nithard heard von Waldfurth laugh under his face shield.
Several enemies were since killed by the cleric who had used more of his magic. Obviously he was much more powerful than any of the hussars had thought in the beginning. The white armored warrior of the Brotherhood burned the cyborgs alive or slaughtered them with a huge sword. However, he seemed not to care if the hussars around him lived or died.
Nithard and leutnant von Waldfurth took cover behind some containers which stood in front of the dome-like facility, driving another wave of cyborgs back into the building. Then the Bauhaus officer opened his face mask; Rankenwald did the same. For a few seconds both men gazed at each other without saying a word.
“We have lost most of our men. This damn cleric has just used us like puppets”, hissed von Waldfurth. “Then tell me what is the sense of this mission? What shall we do here in this ice wasteland?”
“I don`t know, Rankenwald. They haven`t given me many informations. They just told me that it will be an easy and harmless operation.”
“Harmless operation…”, repeated Nithard twisting his mouth.
Von Waldfurth had no chance to answer his younger comrade. Instead he stared at a big shadow coming out of the snowy night beyond the facility building. Openmouthed the officer pointed at the thing that had almost reached the edge of a light cone.
It was the only word the leutnant could find at that point. Meanwhile, Nithard used his last magazine to load his weapon while a huge skeleton-like warmachine started its furious assault on the last Bauhaus soldiers.
The roar of the big gatling gun the Attila robot was carrying in his steel hands drowned even the howling of the merciless icestorm. Screaming Rankenwald curled up into a ball behind the container, hoping that the robot thing would overlook him.
One by one the hussars were mowed down by the tempest the Attila had unleashed. Before the last juggernauts could react they were also hit by countless high speed bullets. Their heavily armored bodies were rent; steel plates and bloody guts flew around.
Then the techno-behemoth, one of the terror weapons of the Cybertronic corporation, turned his skeleton head in all directions. Still lying behind the container, Nithard was praying for his life. He heard the Attila walk around. The robot had stopped shooting, apparently it had killed all the remaining Bauhaus soldiers.
“This is the end…”, was the only thought left in Rankenwald`s mind.
After several minutes had passed Nithard dared to peek to the side to see what had happened to von Waldfurth. he officer lay face down in a pool of blood. Some bullets had completely perforated the contianer behind which von Waldfurth had looked for shelter.
“You can`t stop me, unholy machine!”, Nithard suddenly heard from somewhere beyond the entrance door.
Carefully and with hammering heart he peeked past the edge of the container to see the cleric attacking the robot. The clunky steel monster turned around to face the last invader but the warrior in the white armor was too agile for it. One, two, three blowes hit the legs of the Attila, the glowing sword of the cleric cut through steel and cable harnesses. At once the robot begann to stumble backwards. Vainly the thing tried to use its machine gun when the cleric rammed his sword through steel sheathings to finally hit the machine`s core. While the Attila was still trying to grab the attacker who was almost dancing around its legs it suddenly froze like a block of ice.
The warrior of the Brotherhood jumped away from the giant walker and the soulless eyes of the machine gazed into space one last time. A second later it burst in a loud explosion.
“Holy Durand, I`m still alive!”, whispered Nithard to himself. Then he left his cover, stepping up to the cleric.
“Ah, there is still one hussar left”, said the white armored man.
“Yes, Sir…your holiness”, stammered Nithard dazedly.
“Very well! Then follow me into the facility!”, answered the cleric whose voice resounded hollowly behind his face mask.
Rankenwald and the inquisitor advanced into the research facility. A group of five chasseurs tried to stop them but the cyborgs died by the cleric`s glowing blade. However, the last survivor of the Bauhaus squad was still paralyzed. All his comrades were dead. Even leutnant von Waldfurth who had always been a kindhearted superior.
Hurrying through rooms and corridors with unnatural speed, the cleric finally reached a hall full of containers and barrels. Rankenwald just followed him without asking questions. The two intruders encountered a group of men and women in white coats who started to scream in panic after spotting the inquisitor.
“Execute them, soldier!”, shouted the man from the Brotherhood and Nithard did not dare to object. He raised his panzerknacker and opened fire on the moribund scientists. Meanwhile, the cleric had already left the warehouse to enter another part of the facility. Nithard followed him like a obedient dog, killing every person he met in the corridors.
After a while, the inquisitor had reached his final goal. An impressive laboratory behind a big front of armored glass.
“You shall better open that door! I promise that you will not suffer, Gothland! And I promise that your soul will be purged in the name of the Brotherhood!”, called the cleric. It didn`t take long till the laboratory door opened.
Nithard followed the inquisitor in order to enter a room full of giant computers and bright screens on the walls.
A man with a pale, sunken face and a grey coil of hair stood behind a surgical table with a monstrous creature on it.
“How did you find this place?”, asked the stranger with a sign of deep disappointment in his face.
Eventually the cleric took off his helmet to let Nithard see a wrinkled face with cold blue eyes. He turned his head to him for a second, then he beheld the scienctist again.
“You ask how we have found your facility here at the pole? Well, the church has its eyes and ears in every corporation, Dr. Gothland.”
The scienctist smiled with all cynicism a face could express.
“Killing everyone in the building: Is that your understanding of religion, inquisitor Cheraux?”
“What you do here is nothing but pure blasphemy! The Cybertronic corporation has become a cancer that must be cauterized.”
“All your ignorance makes you blind, Cheraux. We have found out things that could help our species to survive”, replied the man, the cleric had called “Dr. Gothland”.
The corners of the inquisitor`s mouth turned upwards in a split second. “Ridiculous! Experiments with these things are heresy! An insult of what mankind stands for!”
Cheraux pointed at the monstrous humanoid on the surgical table.
“Since centuries mankind stands for decay and backwardness”, countered the scientist with defiance in his expression.
Suddenly the researcher came out from behind the surgical table, he smoothed down his coat to lift his hands afterwards; Rankenwald targeted the back of the man`s head with his rifle.
“It is too late to beg me for mercy, Dr. Gothland. Far too late!”, said Cheraux straightfacedly.
“Your fanatism is far too big to let you think clearly”, riposted the scienctist who seemed to have already settled his affairs.
“Where is the thing I`m looking for? Give it to me and I promise you a quick death despite the life of blasphemy you have lived.”
Dr. Gothland fished something out of his pocket. A black pyramid-shaped object with the size of a human fist. “The absorber!” The inquisitor arched his eyebrows.
“What will you do with it? The Brotherhood hasn`t the knowledge to handle it. I`m the creator of this technological wonder and I`m the only one who can use it.”
“You will not use anything because your life ends here.” Hastily the cleric gripped the black pyramid, he regarded it with a satisfied smile.
“What is this thing?”, Nithard suddenly asked.
The gray haired scientist turned his head, looked at him and answered: “The absorber is my creation. It is a new weapon that is able to destroy the demonic powers of the Dark Legion in a radius of several miles. I have spent most of my life inventing this thing. Maybe my technology could end the war against the Legion in favour of mankind one day.”
“Hold your tongue, soldier! Who has given you the permission to ask questions like this?”, spat the inquisitor, staring at Rankenwald.
Again he held the black pyramid high like a trophy; whispering something to himself that Nithard could not understand. Gazing in abstraction the cleric poised for a moment.
“If you destroy my invention and burn down all the knowledge in this facility you could harm the human species like no man before. One day we can not only destroy the Dark Legion in the Solar System but even revive the art of interstellar space travel. Please think about…”, said Dr. Gothland.
“One your knees, heretic!”, was Cheraux` reply, he pointed at the ground in front of him.
Without saying a further word the old scientist sank down; Nithard saw a tear running down his pale cheek.
“Deliver him from his sins!”, called the inquisitor in Rankenwald`s direction. Nithard aimed, he clenched his teeth and shot.
“What have you done, soldier?” Dr. Gothland opened his eyes, speechlessly staring at the young Bauhaus hussar with the rifle in his hands.
Nithard slowly went to the dead cleric, picked up the absorber and thrust it into the scientist`s hand.
“Go! Leave this facility, old man! You must survive!”, said Nithard to take off his helmet in the next moment. The researcher with the grey coil of hair nodded.
“Thank you, my friend!”, he answered then with a grateful smile.
“I hope mankind can thank you too someday”, remarked Rankenwald thoughtfully.