NOVEL NEXT Chapter 27: Chapter 027
(Segmentum Ultima, Centaurus Arm, Planet 'Ork planet of operations')
Within the launch bay of the Leviathan fleet's flagship ' Erubetie ', much activity was going on and the atmosphere was tense yet filled with excitement. Hundreds of Valkyrians were readying themselves mentally as A.I. engineering platforms were putting the last finishing touches on their gear. They all wore a black form fitting power armor with sapphire colored armor plating over their joints and necks. The common thing about them all were the jetpacks that looked like collapsible wings.
The A.I. primals were standing by with their own platoons of V.I. combat units. The most numerous types were the drones outfitted with maneuverability gear and anti-matter rail rifles while the seven feet tall primals were armed with similar gear, aided by thicker armor to house the more sensitive transmitter equipment that used quantum communications to direct the drones. Among the drones were several dozens of battle platforms of a higher tier.
These hulks of killing weaponry were the ten feet tall Whiplash models just developed about thirty standard Earth years ago. These man-shaped behemoths were drones operated by an onboard specialist A.I. who were doing this to gather data for future enhancements of the project. Covered in streamlined armor of a silver color with metallic gold details and outlines, fitted with an experimental phase shifter system on its back, built-in thrusters, and a multitude of onboard weapon systems, this series of war tools was looking to be a stiff competitor with the BIA mechs for the role of frontline tank unit. These would be seeing their first major ground war as well today. Ragnir had high hopes for her newest batch of creations. If all went well, then a Commander model would be made to lead the drones to help take some of the workload off of the specialists. While the A.I. could do many things, their own complexity often hindered themselves, such as the saying goes, 'Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.'
A short walk away from the commotion was the leader of the ground assault and capture team. After gathering her personal group and being beamed onto the Leviathan primal ' Erubetie ', Esdeath was standing in a different outfit from her Cocytus uniform. She'd traded her clothes for armor with a similar color scheme. Her limbs were covered in armor sleeves that looked as smooth as gel. Black lights blinked with no discernible rhythm along the outlining of concealed suit systems. The only areas where her armor seemed bulky was her chest and upper back. The front was obvious to anyone who's seen her out of her armor as she happens to possess above-average mammaries despite not ever being a mother.
Now don't get it wrong, she was certainly capable of altering her body to make them smaller and less of an inconvenience but she took a great amount of pride in her natural physical shape so her hair and eye colors were as much as she was willing to alter. The chest armor formed around her assets in overlapping scales that moved downward on to the rest of her body. The armor on her back was enlarged to house the power core for her suits systems, as well as the personal AT fields that formed a near-impenetrable barrier over the cords of feelers that hung from her back through the armor. The last notable thing about her armor were her feet having cybernetic dew claws and magnetic plates within her soles to allow vertical running.
The special thing about her armor was that it was made of Life Armament attuned to her biology. It was living metal that grew stronger with age and use and since Esdeath was hundreds of thousands of years old and has fought in numerous wars and countless battles, her armor has grown to near-indestructible quality, outmatched only by a few, as well as the armor for their capital ships. It was reactive, self-regenerating, and moved like liquid over her form for total mobility. Nethicite was looking to be a close competitor initially but it was only a waste for those of her age while a boon for the grunts.
Her war band has fought with her for millennium and since she only accepted sentient/sapient units into her group, they all were battle hardened A.I.s or Valkyrians who were raised to her standards of sadism and ruthlessness, armored and armed with Life Armament cultivated over the eras that made them the most feared military unit to any species they've been deployed against.
Total humiliation and defeat of the enemy were their two goals. This group has committed every war crime imaginable by both interstellar and intergalactic communities, ranging from genocide to the backwards ideology of sparing an enemy. When friendly relations can't be established, Yuril unleashes the chains on these hounds of war that are always waiting and willing to shed blood and sow misery.
The Royal stood before her mode of orbital insertion. One might understandably be confused since her mode of transportation looked like Megatron transformed into a motorcycle that was truly monstrous in size and appearance. Different models have different methods of mobility, such as tires, tracks, and anti-gravity propulsion. This was the latter, assisted with a small Plasma Propulsion Boost (PPB) system to give it much more forward speed, PPBs that would normally be found on fighter drones.
Hovering at two feet was a twenty-seven foot monster shaped with smooth contours colored in a dark blue. A large rear portion gave room for the P.P. as well as two built-in ADMM that could launch volleys of thirty mini-missiles at a time. Attached by 'necessity' to the side of this rear portion were four gravitic railguns that also incorporated the use of internal electromagnetic fields to shape the energy shells ('Rockets' by normal human standards) that were fired. These railguns were six feet in length and were capable of rotating 180 degrees while having a tilt up to 45 degrees.
The middle portion of the bike was slightly less thick as it was an armored carapace protecting the rider with sensors and cameras to give the rider a near-perfect transparent view to the outside.
The front third of the bike was arrowhead in shape with five massive blades of pure energy and three million degrees Fahrenheit held in place by electromagnetic fields angled towards a spearhead point at the front for unmatched ramming capabilities and cutting power. Two more blades on retractable arms were placed on the sides of the rider for sweeping through ranks of enemies. The intense heat would counter any regenerative factors the Orks could rely on. These were called Super-Heated-Energy-Anti-Matter-Razors, or SHEAR blades for short.
Finally, within the front was the final piece to this destroyer—a singularity cannon.
While certainly capable of killing most fleshy beings that get pulled into its gravitational pull, the cannon was in a fixed amount because it was built to shoot in one direction—forward. The fired singularity's purpose was to pull entrenched defenders from their positions into the fire path, or ramming path, of the bike's weapons and blades. When you add that kind of weapon combination to a seven ton bike made from Life Armament and capable of a max speed of 892 mph, then you had an unholy miniature, mobile weapon-of-mass-murder.
Given that she spent dozens of years worth of hours modifying the bike with her personal touches, making it three times bigger than the mass-produced ones to give her another trump that she would be testing out. Some of her superiors were aware she'd been working on something secretive but she wouldn't spill any secrets.
Esdeath has affectionately named the Interceptor V.8 model TATSUMI, an acronym for 'Tactical Advantage Total Surface Universally Massacre Indiscriminately.' One Valkyria thought she named it after a secret love interest. Esdeath proceeded to demonstrate the 'mouth' of the bike splitting open to fire a miniature black hole at a far away target. Her words were 'If there's a man that can spit out black holes to crush his enemies, I might just be interested.'
Every man named Tatsumi across all dimensions and universes sighed in relief for some odd reason. One particular Tatsumi did it whilst hiding behind a rock from a sadistic, infatuated, genocidal general who was looking for him just feet away, giving away his position.