Kaiju Apocalypse Read Online Free
Author: Eric S. Brown, Jason Cordova
Tags: Science-Fiction, Horror
mankind. And if such a thing existed, West didn't want to think about the great lengths the Kaiju would go to in order to guard it and keep it safe.
“You will not be issued standard Dogkiller armor for this op,” Yeltsin told them. A huge section of wall slid open behind where the Minister stood. West's eyes grew wide as he found himself staring at twenty-four suits of armor which were unlike anything he had ever seen. They were obviously Dogkiller suits, but were sleeker and taller than anything West had worn before. They bristled with armament and were painted a matte black, which seemed to absorb the light in the large room. He couldn’t wait to get inside and see what sort of wizardry the computer geeks had come up with to complement the exterior look. “Gentlemen and Ladies,” Yeltsin continued, “allow me to introduce you to the Dogkiller Mark II. It has a new, faster, more balanced synaptic interface that doubles each suit's reaction time. The armor of the suits themselves is composed of an experimental alloy called Xantranium which offers a far greater protection against the acidic nature of Kaiju blood as well as producing less exterior heat than anything we’ve previously managed. The old standard issue Mag Cannons for the Mark Ones have been upgraded as well. The new Mag Cannons, built specifically for the Mark II suits, now contain an internal, revolving 105 caliber chamber. This chamber allows each cannon to carry an additional five rounds. The Mark II's superior strength enhancement and balance alignment augmentation more than compensate for the additional weight of the rounds in combat. The Mark II Dogkiller armor is also the fastest combat suit ever designed. It can sprint for short periods in excess of sixty miles per hours before needing to give its cooling systems a chance to do their job, and can sustain a constant speed of forty miles per hour for as long as your fuel holds out.”
West stared at the Mark II suits in awe. They were a grunt's wet dream in terms of firepower and speed, if what Minister Yeltsin said was true.
“Their overall controls are identical to the Mark I suits so adjusting to their use shouldn't be a problem. At any rate, there is no time to run sims in them. It's learn as you go, I'm afraid. I have faith in each of you that you will be able to manage this, or you wouldn't be here. Your squads are the best Lemura has available. I expect success, ladies and gentlemen, for if you fail, Lemura will surely fall with you,” Yeltsin finished. “Godspeed, and may He have mercy upon us all.”
“Atten- hut! ”
West snapped to attention, excited, determination coursing through his veins. The men and women in the Dogkiller squads had waited for this moment for a long time. This would be their best shot at truly hurting the Kaiju, to avenge every single loved one and comrade they had lost over the years. It was a defining moment, and West couldn’t wait for his chance to bring the pain.
“Fall out and get fitted into your suits! Squad leaders, get your people to docking bay four by 0800!”
As the squads moved to suit up in their armor, West noticed Cathe Smith amongst the members of the other squads. He did a double take as he saw the rank bars of a squad leader on the sleeve of her uniform. It had been some time since the two of them had spoken. After their break-up, West had given her a wide berth, hoping that eventually she'd cool down and they could be friends again, maybe even more. It hadn't happened yet, and he was beginning to doubt that it ever would.
Smith belonged to Alpha Squad, so she wouldn't be aboard the Trident that Gamma and Zeta Squads were assigned to. He supposed that was a good thing. He knew she was professional enough not to let whatever feelings she continued to harbor towards him interfere with the mission but when the squads linked up again wherever they were all
“You will not be issued standard Dogkiller armor for this op,” Yeltsin told them. A huge section of wall slid open behind where the Minister stood. West's eyes grew wide as he found himself staring at twenty-four suits of armor which were unlike anything he had ever seen. They were obviously Dogkiller suits, but were sleeker and taller than anything West had worn before. They bristled with armament and were painted a matte black, which seemed to absorb the light in the large room. He couldn’t wait to get inside and see what sort of wizardry the computer geeks had come up with to complement the exterior look. “Gentlemen and Ladies,” Yeltsin continued, “allow me to introduce you to the Dogkiller Mark II. It has a new, faster, more balanced synaptic interface that doubles each suit's reaction time. The armor of the suits themselves is composed of an experimental alloy called Xantranium which offers a far greater protection against the acidic nature of Kaiju blood as well as producing less exterior heat than anything we’ve previously managed. The old standard issue Mag Cannons for the Mark Ones have been upgraded as well. The new Mag Cannons, built specifically for the Mark II suits, now contain an internal, revolving 105 caliber chamber. This chamber allows each cannon to carry an additional five rounds. The Mark II's superior strength enhancement and balance alignment augmentation more than compensate for the additional weight of the rounds in combat. The Mark II Dogkiller armor is also the fastest combat suit ever designed. It can sprint for short periods in excess of sixty miles per hours before needing to give its cooling systems a chance to do their job, and can sustain a constant speed of forty miles per hour for as long as your fuel holds out.”
West stared at the Mark II suits in awe. They were a grunt's wet dream in terms of firepower and speed, if what Minister Yeltsin said was true.
“Their overall controls are identical to the Mark I suits so adjusting to their use shouldn't be a problem. At any rate, there is no time to run sims in them. It's learn as you go, I'm afraid. I have faith in each of you that you will be able to manage this, or you wouldn't be here. Your squads are the best Lemura has available. I expect success, ladies and gentlemen, for if you fail, Lemura will surely fall with you,” Yeltsin finished. “Godspeed, and may He have mercy upon us all.”
“Atten- hut! ”
West snapped to attention, excited, determination coursing through his veins. The men and women in the Dogkiller squads had waited for this moment for a long time. This would be their best shot at truly hurting the Kaiju, to avenge every single loved one and comrade they had lost over the years. It was a defining moment, and West couldn’t wait for his chance to bring the pain.
“Fall out and get fitted into your suits! Squad leaders, get your people to docking bay four by 0800!”
As the squads moved to suit up in their armor, West noticed Cathe Smith amongst the members of the other squads. He did a double take as he saw the rank bars of a squad leader on the sleeve of her uniform. It had been some time since the two of them had spoken. After their break-up, West had given her a wide berth, hoping that eventually she'd cool down and they could be friends again, maybe even more. It hadn't happened yet, and he was beginning to doubt that it ever would.
Smith belonged to Alpha Squad, so she wouldn't be aboard the Trident that Gamma and Zeta Squads were assigned to. He supposed that was a good thing. He knew she was professional enough not to let whatever feelings she continued to harbor towards him interfere with the mission but when the squads linked up again wherever they were all
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