Bloodbath

"The Xeno fuckers are gone but you got a dozen of infantry drones tearing through the security bulkheads and I want them gone! Any questions?"

I said with a voice full of murderous intent as I watched the 8 feet tall organic drones with 4 arms and two reverse joint legs blast through my spaceship's armored security doors with their plasma canons fired from their upper two arms.

As they easily destroyed the anti-personnel laser miniguns installed in the corridor's ceiling who were being controlled by the ship's computer.

Suffering only light casualties since it seemed like the fuckers had quite the heat-resistant exoskeleton armor on them which, unlike Earth's drones who evolved towards defending against bullets through my ship's security camera's live video feed in my monitor.

"No questions big bro and don't worry there will be nothing left of them but bio matter after my jarheads are done playing with them!"

"Good but leave a few relatively intact ones for R&D wackos to tinker around because these ones are of a different variant so I want to know what makes them tick and also for the love of the gods don't put too many holes inside my ship."

"Can't promise anything, big bro, over."

Sigh* This little devil and her psychos are going to damage my ship more than the spores did.

I felt depression take over my mind from just thinking of my beloved ship's interior covered in holes.

"XO damage report?"

I called out to AM after finishing my talk with Lilith.

"Can't tell for sure yet, Captain!"

AM still high on adrenaline and shaken by his first battle replied as he skimmed through the ship's holographic image with the damage highlighted by the computer and after that checked each department's status.

"Captain, there is a problem according to the computer analysis the drones seem to be heading straight to the reactor."

Upon hearing this my white eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as my sixth sense started ringing alarm bells in my head.

"Fuck it seems like the fuckers aren't as dumb as I thought they were."

I cursed under my breath with annoyance evident in my voice as I unbuckled from my seat after disengaging my helmet's oxygen hose and connecting the portable oxygen tank's hose to it and stood up.

"Captain?"

AM asked while raising one of his eyebrows feeling that I was about to do some mischief.

"XO you have the command I'm off to target practice."

"Sigh* Understood captain I have command."

AM repeated my orders after sighing bitterly because he knew full well what I meant by target practice.

...

"Bravo to sierra two connection check over."

"Sierra two to Bravo loud and clear over."

"Sierra two what's your sit rep over."

"Chief Mark got injured by straight red hot shrapnel from the lucky plasma ball that went through the reactor rooms armor thou thankfully his helmet managed to stop the shrapnel enough from sinking too deep into his skull his condition isn't critical but our paramedics put him into a coma until the shrapnel can be removed from his skull."

"As for the breach, the engies already patched it up also they helped us to barricade the reactor's entrance corridor over."

"Copy sierra two 59 drones are heading straight towards your location can you handle it over."

"Copy Bravo no problem though reinforcements would be appreciated over."

"Copy sierra two the reinforcements are already on their way just stay alive for ten minutes over."

"Sierra two copy over."

"Well, I hate to break it to you guys but it seems like we will have quite a party soon."

The second squads commander Heinrick Werner said into their communication channel after getting the update on the drones from the platoon's liaison officer sergeant Jack.

"Let me guess all the drones are coming here, aren't they?"

Nicole Masson the second in command asked with amusement evident in her voice.

"Yep and good thing it's we who got stationed here since the first squad always fucks things up and the third squad is a bunch of idiots."

Heinrick said causing the whole second squad to start laughing like there was no tomorrow only to receive the stink eyes from onboard military police and engineers fully geared up in the same equipment the marines were using except the additional heavy weapons but they didn't give a fuck.

"Hahaha! That's right since the first squad always gets the job of protecting the higher-ups they're no better than greenhorns!"

"Hahaha! You're right about that but the first squad at least can take a beating and punch back while the third squad is just hopeless I'm surprised they're still alive and kicking how they survived up till this now is beyond me!"

The marines started making fun of their brothers and sisters in arms as if it was the most natural thing to do and every veteran was like that.

They would talk shit about each other behind their backs, beat the living shit out of each other regularly, then go drink themselves to death and be best buddies again, and once the situation called for it they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice their lives for each other.

This kind of unity could only be found among soldiers who have bathed together in blood and death and went to hell and crawled back from it.

Only for Heinrich's demeanor to change all of a sudden.

"Get ready! The fuckers are coming! Remember to aim for their heads! And don't save the fucking ammo! In Death I Live!"

Heinrich roared out Draculas and his originals crew's motto which also acted as the keywords for his microchip in his brain to disable his body's natural limiters and make the body's every function to overperform.

"IN DEATH I LIVE!"

The rest of the squad and everyone else also roared out the keywords as they did their brain's processing speed accelerated causing them to feel like time slowed down while their breathing became faster and deeper and their hearts started pumping their oxygen, adrenalin, and synthetic combat stimulants from their cybernetic implants filled to the brim blood all over their body like a madman.

...

The drones or otherwise nicknamed as meat bags by marines cut through the hatches that stood between them and the marines.

Their thermal vision allowed them to easily locate the reactor which was like a brightly burning beacon in the dark to them.

Meatbags would receive their orders from their motherships through their telepathic hive mind network but since all of the motherships were already destroyed they were operating purely on their instincts and their instincts were telling them to destroy the reactor at all costs so after making a hole in the second last bulkhead without any fear they charged forward.

The first meat bag slammed itself against the forklift that the engineers parked there causing it to tilt down and crash into the large corridor's wall.

"Fire!"

Heinrich roared at top of his voice.

Dozen of rifles, two heavy laser machine guns, and two mass accelerator sniper rifles blazed a hail of 6.8 mm APHE bullets, red fist-sized continuous laser beams, and 50 caliber APHE rounds that caused the leading meat bag to fall down onto the floor in milliseconds.

Seeing this everyone switched to the next target behind but as one meat bag went down 3 more appeared to take its place.

"There are too many of those sons of bitches!"

Senior private Clare shouted as she ducked behind a ten centimeters-thick nanocomposite barricade that got raised from the floor automatically by the ship's computer once it detected the meat bags.

And reloaded her second jungle magazine made out of two mags which contained 50 rounds each glued together with duct tape which was a soldier's best friend by taking out the jungle mag from her rifle.

Turning it upside down and inserting it back into her rifle and releasing her bolt stuck in a backward position causing a fresh round to enter the firing chamber only to suddenly find herself lying a meter away from her position on the floor.

"What the f...?"

She cursed as she looked down to her chest only to find a fist-sized sizzling hole yet she didn't feel any pain at all because her microchip shut down her pain receptors after she said the keywords.

Fuck me...

Clare cursed in her mind as she pressed the stock of her rifle against her right shoulder, raised her rifle until both crosshairs in her HUD view matched, and pressed her under-barrel grenade launchers trigger causing a 40 mm HE shell to slam into the fuckers unprotected face and explode leaving nothing but a bloody torso.

Boom!

But Clare didn't stop there she continued to press her trigger and emptied her mag, she was about to reload again but she finally blacked out because the stimulants inside her could no longer forcefully keep her body going.

"Fuck! Clare is down! Cover me!"

"Copy!"

The squad's bravo groups machinegunner senior private Fiorenzo Fazio answered as he swung his machinegun resting on a tripod to the left and focused his fire on the meat bags in the paramedic's way.

The Alpha groups paramedic Mike screamed out into his cc as he dropped his rifle to the ground and while crouching in order to lower his posture as much as possible sprinted with halfway to inhuman speed to unconscious Clare while the blue plasma balls whizzed over his head.

After arriving next to Clare Mike without waisting any time grabbed the emergency grip on her vests back's top and started dragging her behind his cover as fast as possible.

"Don't worry Clare you're going to be okay."

Mike muttered under his breath after looking through her holographic status in his HUD view which revealed to him that although Clare's original heart and her left lung got destroyed her biomechanical heart and the third lung were in one piece so coupled with her own regenerative capabilities and proper medical attention she was going to live.

As he injected her neck with two syringes containing a regeneration serum and all the calories, nutrients, and energy her body now desperately needed to keep her alive.