Your arms fill your hands. A tooth, a harpoon, a beloved knife, and Big Iron are at the ready. You take a deep breath. The ant-like power suit operative stomps forward once more and you hop over the side of the catwalk.
"WE. GOT. HOSTILES!" The Leader shouts, his hand reflexively <span class="mu-i">and robotically</span> shifting upwards, and he fires. You barely register the impact to your chest as you hurtle downwards, landing directly on top of the Heavy!
<span class="mu-r">-CORPUS</span>
CORPUS: 4/4
Your limbs move in unison. Slice, gouge, destroy! The claw reaches up to crush you in an iron grip. You duck and scuttle to his other shoulder like the giant bug you are. The wind of bullets brushing past gives you an incredible rush! There! You find the weak point again, where the helmet connects to the high collar, and continue your work! You shriek in anger as you smash the last of its sensors and are just about to pry off the helmet like a beer tab when—
"DISPLACE!" The Support rifleman lunges forward, <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">red afterimages</span> tracing his sudden rising movement</span>, and his knee smashes right into your center! Another impossible movement into an exoskeleton-crushing tackle carries you off of his comrade and further into the murk! <span class="mu-i">FUCK deja vu!</span>
Your opponent is on top for the second time. The rifle hangs off his side, but before you reach out, Support fumbles in a pouch and take out a wicked long combat knife! Your secondary limbs drop their weapons, reach out, and grab his joints before the blade finds its mark. The armor is too robust to wrench apart or pinch down. It's too close to aim the Big Iron. And the blade is just inches from your face—
<span class="mu-i">crunch</span>
The Captain comes swinging in with a hammer blow to Support's head! The limp body crashes against the side of the tunnel and goes still.
"Come on now! Back on your feet!" You take his hand and the Captain lifts you up, but there's a sharp noise and he chokes and falls to his knees.
"GOD! DAMN! BASTARD!" Smoke billows forth from the RED Leader's revolver. He cocks the hammer again.
The Support is trying but cannot get up, stunned from the sudden blow to his head. The Heavy swivels his ruined helmet and starts surging towards your position.
<span class="mu-r">"MISTER. YOU. ARE. GOING. <span class="mu-s">DOWN!"</span></span>
(Space Station 13 - Syndicate theme [FANMADE] By Bolgarich)
https://youtu.be/puNBrHe5EhY 