bipedal and enormous. Untrained
individuals moved about slowly and ponderously, like the Ents they resembled, but with time and Star Force-specialized training, a little
side project of Wilson’s, they’d gotten their stride length and cadence up,
allowing them to actually run with strides that ate up nearly 20 meters with
each step…and that was with armor weighing them down, for theirs didn’t have a
powered function as of yet.
In stark comparison the tiny Irondel in the mechs beside
them kept pace despite their being smaller than a cat. Through the use of
technology and Star Force’s unique approach to warfare, both incompatible races
now fought side by side within Axius, with both ambushing the Skarron mechs
with a fervor born of going into battle knowing you were going to win and win
big.
The mechs that went with the Ikrotor started pounding
on the Skarron’s shields from range with plasma and maulers, eating into and
weakening them as the giants ran directly up to the enemy machines while
charging plasma nubs on their fists. Like the Elarioni and lizard aquatic
weapons, the plasma was held concentrated in a small container until physical
contact was made, then released suddenly with no dissipation loss suffered from
firing over range.
The first Ikrotor to get to a Type-5 walker punched
the golf ball square in the center, with the plasma blasting through what was
left of the shield and the physical impact to follow tipping it backwards. The
walker’s thick bipedal legs made choppy steps trying to catch its balance but
the Ikrotor didn’t relent, swinging its other plasma charged fist into the
armor and melting a bit of it off while knocking it further back.
The Skarron walker tipped over and immediately pulled
its legs in to begin the righting process, but that wasn’t to occur. The
Ikrotor came up on it and, even while it was showering out tiny white plasma
blasts like a bright sprinkler, punched it repeatedly on top, keeping it pinned
to the ground while melting through the armor with each semi-charged hit. That
eventually weakened the protective shell enough that the physical blows cracked
it open.
The Ikrotor reached in and peeled the shell open, then pounded plasma inside until the walker stopped
returning fire. The giant infantry stood up and stepped aside, its shields
having gone down and it taken a few slight scorch marks to its armor but that
didn’t matter. It looked around at the others and focused on the nearest Type-3
as two more of its brothers headed towards it, running off to join them a few
hundred meters back and meeting up with a Weapon -class
aquatic mech coming in from the other side as the Skarron walkers suddenly
found themselves severely out gunned and began to scurry around in a panic.
The Axius mechs moved through the chaotic mess and
pounded down shields while letting the Ikrotor inflict the armor and physical
damage. In the case of the Type-3 its back legs were wrapped up by the
mechanical tentacles on the aquatic mech which held it close as it pounded one
side of its double-hulled body with pointblank mauler shots. At the same time
the three Ikrotor came at the other section and tore off one of its front legs
with repeated plasma punches to the spindly support.
The walker shot out a tether launcher from underneath,
which attached to the leg of one of the Ikrotor and tripped it up, pulling it
in underneath it where it launched a waterfall of plasma down onto its armored
figure before one of the others got to the cable and cut it.
Its leg now free, the Ikrotor stood back up and,
instead of running away, stayed underneath and punched up into its belly taking
out a few plasma cannons as the other two likewise pounded on various segments.
Unable to move with the aquatic ‘tick’ on its backside the Skarron walker
poured as much plasma damage as it could into its opponents before it
eventually went down, with the Ikrotor tearing through its armor shell and
pouring plasma inside