A "vertical slice" of fiction.
Audio: Suntracker - Posij, Former
Relak Attack
Energy projectiles fractured into hot flecks of plasma, spraying over all the surfaces within 5 meters. The noise was intense and unrelenting, these alien weapons didn’t require reloading in the same way human ones did.
Someone yelled from across the amphitheatre shortly before a large concussive blast created a moment of silence and drew the attention of the Relaks. Now was the time to act.
He took note of the ammo marker displaying itself directly into his eye’s periphery range via the bioHUD, its color pulsing orange to indicate that he didn’t have much left. Low, but not out. There were no reserves either, this has been a prolonged encounter.
Without taking a moment to check it was clear, hestitating would have meant the opportunity was lost, he kicked hard into the ground and leapt over the husked out car he was using for cover. As he arched gracefully over the car he rotated his torso to cover the immediate range of the skirmish. There was no direct line of site of the targets, but his bioHUD implants communicated with his external gear and other implants to calculate their positions, and it marked them in his vision.
The weapon seemed to yearn for what was about to happen as he brought the weapon around in mid-flight, urging him on.
He squeezed the trigger, only aiming generally in the direction of the targets.
His vision filled with readouts and vector paths as the projectiles launched in a rapid stream from his weapon. Each projectile was communicating with his implants and external gear, sending their intent and status to his vision. Thousands of projectiles remapped their thrust vectors in real-time, ensuring they would find the optimal path to their target. To his eyes it looks liked tiny strands of spaghetti spewing from the barrel of this weapon to several focused areas in front of him.