The two robots were pinned by the container, breaking their servos but not squeezing the processors and other computer stuffing hidden by the strong casing. Their "eyes" glowed brighter from beneath the container, and soon two synchronized pulses of low power, unable to kill but stun, raced toward the Nymph.
The third robot stealthily emerged from cover and attempted to attack the infected from the back, swinging its arm to hit her in the back.
Another jump and with the help of a small somersault she found herself behind the robot. Another kinetic blow kicked him from behind, pushing his body forward into the pulses.
The glow in her eyes already obscured half of her face. In the hangar, lighting interference began.
The Nymphlet out an angry scream that sounded more like a distorted howl and drew her blasters, beginning to empty their charge into the back of the robot.
"You are nothing!" - screamed her on the machine before her.
Stun pulses couldn't do anything to the armored war machine, and furious attempts to penetrate its armor with hand blasters left melted blackened dents-apparently you had to concentrate your fire in one spot for a while to succeed in disarming the robot. The Nymph's telepathic field was affecting the robot as well, but it went offline and continued its offensive, making a sharp lunge forward in an attempt to grab the infected in its grip and press the carotid artery to send it into the realm of Morpheus.
Helplessness in combat with the machines made her act even more desperately. She abruptly dropped to the level of the robot's belt and, drawing out the two remaining daggers, attacked him with her whole body.
While them fell down, she thrashed the servos with her blades with all might. Randomly and aggressively, causing as much damage as possible to the wires and electronics under the chest plate...
Before reaching the ground, Nymph activated a plasma grenade, inserted it under the robot's chest plate, and jumped away from it, not caring too much about exactly how or where she ended up landing.
A bright flash marked the end of the fight-the grenade exploded, leaving only the robot's legs, which rattled on the metal floor. As the dust settled, there was a slow applause from Lusignan.
"Were it not for the war, which was merely paused, your kind might have made excellent circus performers, however..." It could be seen in his eyes that he was delighted and excited - like a child who has been shown a huge box of delicious chocolates.
"In the present situation you will be found another use, but don't worry - you will not be studied. For this we have material from your... comrades in the service."
"By the way, is there any way to turn the light show down or off altogether?" asked Lusignan casually.
The glow faded and the Nymph cleared her throat and rose to her feet.
- The stronger the enemy, the stronger the "light representation". However, this rarely happens. Your robots are not something we usually encounter. Almost all of my ability to influence the mind leveled off. The robots left me only an open battle, in which, however, I am not strong. I didn't train like an assassin. Those who learn this way do it as effectively and discreetly as possible. I'm a manipulator.. Grhm... Diplomat and spy.
She looked around, assessing the damage caused by the battle.
- I am not a soldier, Lusignan. What I can do is the instincts and echoes of the skills of many other people that have become part of Mindshare. Common repository of consciousness, anticipating your question about the essence of what was said. This place is beyond the usual understanding of space and time. The archive and at the same time the network that unites us all.
"People like you and I are still soldiers, just on a different field - you can't deny it," said Lusignan, looking at her with interest. "What kind of mind tricks do you do?"
- Illusions and the imposition of certain ideas... Thoughts. I can make a person say, do, see and hear whatever I want. Even something that would scare the hell out of them or worse.
The nymph replied without hesitation, crossing her arms over her chest.
- Also, as you've seen, I can read other people's minds. And even the thoughts of the recently deceased. As long as the brain is intact, at least something can be extracted from it. However, this does not always succeed.
- Speaking of the dead. Better burn the body. If the Order finds it in any way, there will be questions. There will be even more questions if you start catching the infected. Even I will ask. No matter how wild the representatives of another tribe are, I feel sorry for them. I'll close my eyes on the dead, but alive...
- We can do otherwise. I've been as honest with you as possible. We are as interested in strong Gallia as you are. Dealing with the "infected" won't do much, because most of us would rather kill ourselves than let be taken alive. I do not insist, but I offer you access directly to Mindshare. I offer to share this gift that I have received. Gallia will receive worthy soldiers and technologies that many people never dreamed of.
- However, you have the right to refuse and do everything your own way. I doubt that brute methods will succeed in the shortest possible time.
She sighed and sat down on one of the metal boxes.
- We will continue to cooperate with you in any case, as we prefer not to violate contracts. The choice is yours, Monsieur Lusignan. If you want to see Gallia in the prosperity it deserves, and you get closer to a power comparable only to the divine - agree. Otherwise, nothing will change.
