[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

As they regrouped from fighting the tank, he took a moment to set his nanites loose to scavenge as much raw material as possible; they were going to be working hard to patch up his damage, and that meant burning through resources.

Much like Silas, he came to the conclusion that the tank and the power armored troops were loaners from one of the other Horsemen; but that also concerned him. Gear like that would have a pretty good comm net at least tying them into their parent units...so where was the back up? They hadn't exactly been subtle, and power armoured troops and anti-grav tanks could move [i]very[/i] fast to cover terrain.

As they advanced on the power station, Gerad was on high alert expecting an ambush or out-right attack at any moment, but it never came. As they pushed inside, he packed the PRP away and dropped back to a rear guard position as they moved on. [colour=008000]”Don' like dis...”[/colour] He muttered. [colour=008000]”Dey haf t' know we 'ere afte' th' rukus we raised, an' dis place th' mos' plain target, so were th'y be?”[/colour]

As Cyne and his drone tried to get into the stations systems, Gerad planted himself along the way they'd entered and methodically swept the place, his VLA at the ready. Cyne was talking to Silas when the lights cut out; Gerad hadn't been listening, but the power cut could only mean one thing. [colour=008000]”[i]AMBUSH![/i]”[/colour] His helmet swapped to night vision automatically as he began to search for hostiles, when Silas called them out.

With basic light gathering optics, the attackers presented merely as a slight optical illusion. [colour=008000]”Skaggin' ghost gear...”[/colour] Quickly he cycled through his other imagine settings. Thermal as no better, their gear was well insolated; on accident he swapped to a diagnostic mode for tracking shorts in power systems, and they lit up as these mass distortions which only grew more as two activated HF blades.

Trading VLA for Hammer, he ignored the three shooters and closed with the other two. They seemed surprised that he could locate them, and both hesitated for a fraction of a second which gave Gerad the opening he wanted. With his battered shield up he slammed into the first one, their HF sinking deep into it and getting stuck as Gerad launched the attacker with a shoulder charge, sending them flying on one the obelisks with a meaty thud.

The other one had broken wide at the last moment and was trying to get around his side, but must have forgotten that melee was a Garundin specialty. He'd deliberately let it look like he'd left himself open, so when Number Two move to exploit the 'opening', they ran into his swinging Hammer. A half-second flip of his wrist meant instead of hitting them with the flat hammer face, Gerad struck them full force in the chest with the the spike end, punching the spike into their chest cavity before launching them back into the shooters, toppling one of them.

Shield still up, and HF blade still embedded in it, Gerad swapped back to the VLA, taking cover behind he shield. It was still set to the full power 'Beam' from the earlier tank fight, so he simply pulled the trigger and dragged the beam across the shooter he'd knocked over, cutting them and the punctured attack in half in one motion. 

The other two had scrambled for cover, but he guessed they were miss/uninformed about Garundin tech and thought they were dealing with a human-like infantry grade laser weapon; one of them popped an aerosol grenade which are generally fairly effective at neutralizing such weapons, but the VLA had enough power output to just force it's way though. Sure it lose some effectiveness, but it retained enough to burn through the console one of them was hiding behind, as well as their armour and flesh behind it. Boring a thumb sized hole through their head, they hit the ground. The last shooter, seeing their team wiped and Ducaelia rending the other one, tried to make a break for the door.

Though his target was still a fairly amorphous blob on visuals, Gerad swept the beam low, taking the running off at the knees. With their cloak now disrupted, Gerad stood from his firing position and approached, weapon still leveled at the survivor. [colour=008000]”Hole up, we got quessions fer ya.”[/colour] Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ducaelia still shredding the dead man. [colour=008000][i]Tha' clankie gotta short circuit or two, mayb' need t' take sum Fungi precautions wit' 'er.[/i][/colour]