Junip walked to the console and tapped a few buttons, dispelling the error messages and rebooting the system to check for updates. The medidrone dropped Pyro with a thud. Walking to the struggling cyworg, Junip thrust her hand out toward the supply cabinet. The cabinet door opened and a sedative gun spun through the air and ze caught it without looking. With a quick motion, ze injected a mild tranquilizer into the snarling female canine’s neck. As the sleepy pup slowly relaxed her jaws, a growling Major stood and started walking towards zir.


    a compress bandage floated in the air in front of the doctor. Junip walked up Pyro who was sitting up woozily. Holding the bandage, icy air coalesced from zir palm, chilling it. Junip slapped the cold compress over a lump that was just starting to form on the older Grey’s head.


    disappointed in you. “I’m sorry.”


    r desk.


    Random k to the edge of the desk before climbing down. Soft munching noises could be heard.


    e  They hire prisoners and then send them to the far reaches of space to find valuable resources with the promise of a better life after they complete their sentence.”


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    with a heavy door with an electric lock that only Colony Leaders knew. Inside was an off-white room filled with mostly empty racks. There were more vending machine replicators built into one wall that could turn raw materials into a variety of weapons. There were pegs to hang melee weapons, and the shelves in the center held firearms and other munitions. Currently the only thing stored were the few guard rifles and shotguns Orion found, and the few weapons and armor that Uncle Pyro and Prof. Queebeax were able to build.


    Orion screamed, whipping out his shotgun emptying a full clip into the grinning Todd.


    nshots, Max shielding the cadets with arms extended. The training room neutralized even Orion’s standard issue shotgun, turning deadly plasma into a harmless light show.


    ry.” Orion took a calming breath. “Todd freaks me out a bit. How did he even get here? Is he still on the surface, too?”


    ting?”


    and lay down, handles sliding out of his shoulder panels. That’s when Orion finally connected that the strange dip in Major’s spine was a saddle. Orion mounted up as Max finally caught up. He didn’t even look winded. More guards were running down the hall behind him.


    ajor, biting at his soft underbelly. The van rat got one solid bite in before the cyworg sunk teeth into its exposed back, nearly scissoring it in half.


    as death from a thousand cuts. The swarm kept flooding in between the shots, scratching or biting before being dispatched.


    synthwave music pulsed behind them. Orion yelled as an ultrasonic blast hit him in the back, the vibrations in the air at such a frequency it shredded Orion’s windbreaker and split the skin. Only his back’s cybernite plates prevented more damage.


    Their faces were strange brass helmets with speakers on the cheeks and a black dome visor that stopped just before their rounded ears. Lights in the helmet created an angry text emoji expression. The bottom jaw had points like tusks, the mouth similar to a stapler remover. They had whitewall tires, big fins with tail lights in them, and a nearly three foot long segmented metal tail that connected them both.