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: Operation Foreboding Blizzard, Part 3
Two Minutes Ago
U-2 shook his head in disgust. They should have sent me more forces earlier...they caught us at the worst possible time. The second floor is devoid of anything that could help us down here, so we shall prepare for them with what we have. However…
The Uber Sectoid Commander looked at Buniq, trembling in the corner. Perhaps this New One can be of some use. Her ‘kin’ will not attack her on sight because they will not be able to recognize her as an ‘other’.
“I...won’t h-help y-you,” Buniq responded. “T-they’ll s-save m-me…”
They will save you?
The Uber Sectoid’s eyes glowed a deep violet, and Buniq found she could not look away from the creature. You misunderstand this situation...these are not humans...you are not where you think you are…
“I-I don’t under…”
We are the ones that are here to save you. Those that come here...to prevent you from returning…
The Sectoid made sure his mesmerism was in full effect, and was not disappointed, despite it being used on another psion. They are the ones that killed Ammelia Cross.
The Chryssalid Hybrid’s expression twisted in confusion fast-replaced by fury. “T-they...I’ll…”
You’ll kill them all.
Emma lead squad Imperium, accompanied by one of the Infantry Airframes, a Legion Trooper, and Dorian along the left red-orange lit hallway, coming to a thermal generator not unlike those used at XCOM HQ. They immediately lifted their weapons when they saw five chryssalids rushing towards them, but had a dangerous paused when they saw the chryssalid hybrid with them, her expression one of cold fury.
“Worst case scenario…” Emma muttered. “Watch your fire, don’t hit her or the generator!” Legion took the forefront, taking a hit from the chryssalid in front to buy the squad time to open fire on the violet terrors. Sergin took down one with his close combat specialty and subsequently another. Madillo did damage from the back, killing one wounded by Diego. Carlos and Luis opened fire on the other two, but they nimbly dodged and charged for them.
That left Emma, who appeared as a Balmadaar not too unlikely Jiokjiok to her confused mind. “Y-you will p-pay for what you d-did!” Her claws burst out of their exit retainers, nearly cutting the clone of Elene in half as she stumbled back.
“What are you doing, helping them?” Emma pleaded with the hybrid, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. She dared not risk firing at Buniq, and instead did her best to dance out of the way.
Dorian saw Emma dodging Buniq’s attacks and ran in to help. He ran up behind the hybrid and attempted to put her into a full nelson so she could not attack him with her claws.
Buniq growled in frustration, and kicked back with the claws on the back of her legs, cutting into Dorian’s just enough to draw blood on the surface and push him back. “My...v-vengeance...won’t b-be…” she ran at Emma, jabbing her arm claws into the walls beside Emma. “Y-you...w-will fear
…” An orange energy glowed around her, but the psi panic that shot into Emma’s head was repulsed, a responsive orange pulse hitting the hybrid in the forehead. She stumbled back, clutching her head in pain, her vision blurry.
“Ammelia Cross is...not dead…” Emma panted, grateful the neural feedback worked as it should, even if she was surprised the hybrid had those abilities in the first place.
Buniq seemed to hear her this time, and as her vision refocused she could see the truth of her enemies, and more importantly, a chryssalid about to plunge its claws into Luis’s chest. She dashed for it, slamming her four blades into its back, while the last remaining insectoid was shot apart. She slowly rose, retracting her bloody blades. “I-I’m s-sorry, I…”
“I know...what it’s like. To have your mind usurped from you,” Emma explained. “We’re here to rescue you. We are friends of Ammelia Cross...or at least, we hope to be.”
Dorian clutched his bleeding leg, breathing deeply in and out. Memories of his military career flashed through his mind as he tried to control himself.
Emma glanced back over at Dorian. “Apologies.” She knelt down beside him, pulling out her medkit, and sprayed the soothing sealant over the wound. Buniq stood beside her, looking much more guilty than Emma.
“I-I’am fine…” He said trying to forget about the pain, “It’s not that bad…”
The Shadow Operative finished applying the medkit. “Buniq, once we have cleared the base you shall return to our HQ, but you will find your way back to XCOM when it becomes possible. In the meantime, we shall inform them that you are alive and well.”
Buniq nodded. “T-thank you…?”
“Emma Exalt. Not the EXALT you might be thinking of, though. Long story…” Emma said.
Avanix held a hand up, listening at the sounds within the holding chambers. “I...do not believe there are live humans in there,” she decided, the skittering growing louder. “I shall open the door, and then-” The door opened remotely, and ten chryssalids burst out of the darkness, coming straight for the Legion forces. The MESHA quickly lifted her flamethrower as shots railed against the chryssalids, and let loose.
The chryssalids, maddened by modification and adrenaline glands, rarely knew fear. They would charge into the barrel of a cannon for a chance to feed, to kill. Fire? That was another story. As the flames licked their chitin, they scattered in terror, forgetting that they were still in danger.
Nico ordered his squad to open fire on the fleeing chryssalids, a gallery of shotguns, rifles, and snipers blasting loudly as they scurried away. As each chryssalid dropped, a new target was quickly chased after with bullets. In only an order of seconds, they were all dead, strewn about in their places of panic. They grinned proudly.
The separate forces rejoined at the elevator leading down to the next floor, across from the one they had come down in. It was not even locked this time. Beside Emma was the chryssalid hybrid they had been hoping to find, who stepped into the elevator after the Shadow Operative.
“It appears the third objective was possible, after all,” Avanix commented. “Nice to meet you at last, Buniq.”
The chryssalid hybrid looked up at the damaged mech in a mixture of awe and nervousness. “H-hello…”
“Hello,” Nico said, looking curiously. “I’ve never met a...‘hybrid’ before.”
“I-I’m the o-only one of m-my kind, a-as far as I-I know,” Buniq responded.
The door lit up as the elevator reached the third floor.
Emma held her hand at the open button, holding up three fingers on her other.