"Well fuck." Artyem mumbled under his breath. He was currently stuck behind a crate, while a group of bounty hunters were moving up towards his position, staggering their fire as they hopped from cover to cover. He had been shopping for supplies among the blackmarket, and had bought an analog pistol when the confrontation began with a tank rated EMP hitting the bazaar. "If i survive this," Artyem thought, as he squeezed a few blasts from his pistol at the advancing wall of power armor, "I'm gonna kiss whoever decided that shipping crates had to be able to tank a an orbital bombardment!" He shouted to Jack, who had managed to avoid the EMP that had shut down Artyem's armor and gun. Jack's response was to spray his laser rifle at the oncoming party, scattering them. Artyem took that moment to leave the crate, throwing a flash grenade at the mercenaries, dived into a nearby alley, and began to run. his suit and rifle still had a few minutes until they were clear for use, minutes Artyem didn't have. Diving behind a dumpster, Artyem took stock of his tools. He had a pistol, 3 unmodded frag grenades, and a flash bang. As well, he had: a suit of depowered power armor, a depowered rifle, his cybernetics (which he was glad that the scientists weren't joking when they said that they would stand a ship-rated EMP), and a sentient android/human consciousnesses in a robot shell that had a functional, basic, laser rifle. Hiding behind the dumpster, he heard his comrade jump down behind him. Turning around, Artyem said, "Jack, give me your programming chip." and he stretched out his hand torwards the silent robot. Jack nodded, and began tearing a hole in his chest, looking for the original drone chip in his processor. Finding it, he pulled it out and placed it into Artyems hand, who then placed it into his suits radio. Looking back at the robot, Artyem gave one final instruction, "Amelia, Go find help." Before he bolted down the alley into the maze of the station. The now rechristened "Amelia" leaped back up the sides of the close buildings electrical innards flailing about, just clearing the roof when the mercs bounded down the alley. "Where the hell are they, Hector?" one of the mercs asked their leader. "Hector" merely grinned behind his enclosed helmet. "You three, follow me, where chasing after the 'Prodigal Son'. You, "pointing at the merc who had just spoken, "Return to base and get the rest of the team, and bring 2 of the APCs," and turning to the last merc, a female one clad in a slimmer, black and red armor with goggles, "Hesse you chase after the scientist. Now move!!" "Hector" began moving after the fleeing cyborg, the now identified Hesse jumped and began flying through the air. The lone merc sighed, and began the long trudge back to the HQ. [hider=Hector] [hider=Armor] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/352/3/b/2nd_gen_combat_exoskeleton_by_gauntes-d3j7l04.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=post transfusions] [img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTGrocr-SrQ/UlAFFmhSe7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/zqYhGbit1bg/s1600/bbrroo.jpg[/img] [/hider] 9 ft tall (2.74 meters) 335.2 lbs (152 kg) Former Byzantium Merc. Discharged for being to insane and violent for the PMC. Served With Artyem. Used to be lovers. Driven insane by biotech transfusions. [/hider] [hider=Hesse] [img]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/285/c/3/combat_suit_2_by_patryk_garrett-d6q73fa.jpg[/img] An insane bitch, who has a fetish for murdering people. Has a flight suit, carries two hardlight sub machine guns. [/hider] [hider=Mercs] [img]http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/301/0/4/military_exoskeleton_suit_concept_by_matgyro-d6s5nf4.jpg[/img] basic mercs. not much to say. All are sociopaths and dishonorably discharged soldiers and mercenaries. [/hider]