Ammo cassettes produced and specified in options 1 and 2 are explosive when equipped with any weapon issued in the Commonwealth.
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Alex said in a confident voice, “I choose the first option.”
The force fields lifted him to the very ceiling of the wardroom. Several foggy, two-yard ribbons appeared on the floor, slowly creeping up toward him. He heard a subtle chime along with a clatter and a distinctive smell - synthetic yet pleasant.
He chuckled. He would have been stunned if he hadn’t seen this technological frenzy before. This action was eye-catching.
Sixty-four compactors spun in the air at different speeds. The whole picture resembled a loom. Alex noted both familiar compactors as well as completely new ones that he had never seen before.
A rhythmic clatter echoed from these hypnotically rotating compactors pouring multicolored cobwebs of materials. The melodic, barely audible chime was the product of the movement of the fine threads. These thin, colorful strings stretched toward the ribbons. The fine threads intertwined into thick bundles, combining into strong material objects. In mere minutes, the contours of the future Khorts appeared. The ribbons continued to materialize, and the fine threads drew towards them from the compactors.
“A conveyor belt!” someone exclaimed. Alex frowned and shook his fist, not wanting to further break the silence.
Finally, the product and three cassettes with ammo flew up to Alex. A red, glowing frame had been placed on the matte black surface, the lettering blinking in the center.
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Place for the brand
The best queue configuration is Dark Mallorns, Fire Phoenix, Ice Phoenix brand
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Alex fulfilled the proposal, staying within the allotted time schedule which was launched the moment he saw the red frame. The brands stood, one after the other, and as soon as he completed this part of the work, the frame turned green.
He longed to hold this beautiful weapon in his hands, but instead just ran his fingers over the butt.
Looks like a mixed composite, he thought with surprise, feeling the slight softness of the Khort.
“Player Phoenix, name the weapon and the series,” a strange, metallic voice said.
“Vigor, special forces assault machine, series: Fighter of the Undead,” he replied.
An inscription appeared under the brand:
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‘Vigor’, Fighter of the Undead 01 ❆
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Elation swept over Alex as he beheld their first mass-produced weapon, which the droid tucked into a stylish transparent wardrobe trunk with a beep. “Master Phoenix, designate a storage location,” it said.
Alex paused for a moment, “Leave one hundred fifty-three Khorts here and send the rest to the ship’s warehouses,” he blurted out. He’d thrown himself into his work, and time had gotten away from him.
“Master Phoenix, what are your orders?” the emergency support droids asked, lowering him to the wardroom floor.
Alex touched their warm, shiny hulls and said, “Thanks guys, great job.”
They buzzed, whirled, and rushed off.
Alex grinned, What was that? A dance of gratitude?
He reviewed his stats. It should have surprised him that his new abilities had disappeared as if they never existed, but it didn’t. In the total silence that pervaded the wardroom, Alex took a gulp of water, then approached solemn warehouse droid that held the Khort.
“First copy?”
“Affirmative, Master Phoenix.”
“Thanks, you’re free to go.”
The droid also circled in a funny dance and left the room.
Alex returned his attention to the hologram. The undead continued to besiege the Mallorns. Their leader, Leach, seemed to be stuck in a loop, swearing, twitching, and strolling up and down the alley.
The crew were clearly running out of patience.
Alex took up the weapon. Khort felt like a living creature, twitching in his hand, adjusting to the parameters of its owner. He displayed his stats for everyone to see.
It’s cooler than getting a sports car for my birthday.
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‘Vigor’, special forces assault machine
indestructible\scalable\morph
Morph AI-tactician (neuro-connection, control of systems)
Damage (according to the level of the owner)
Shooting
Combat charges (plasma clots 3,000)
Rate of fire (mental)
Targeting (according to the level of the owner)
Power recharge
Extra fire damage (randomly)
Extra Cold Damage (randomly)
Extra damage of dark curses (randomly)
Attention!
* Replaceable ammo should be within one yard of the weapon
* Unified ammo possible without plasma compaction
* Morph capabilities: placing, weight, size, flexibility, durability, temperature, quick reaction, situational adjustment, small force shield, small power dagger strike
Produced by the Ice Vigor clan
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Alex said the words he knew everyone wanted to hear. “Friends, take up your weapons.”
When all were suitably armed, they received instructions on how to adjust them to their physical parameters. The crew jumped, ran, engaged in states of weightlessness, whatever their Morph weapons instructed. After an hour of intensive training, the squad glowed with anticipation and a desire to resume the battle.
“Now is not the time!” Alex said, “Not before I’ve come to understand the Dark Mallorn’s magic. I think we should employ a new tactic with a cold heart. Remember, Ice Vigors never retreat. Consider this our ancient tradition, our style. That’s your thing. Iss, do we have a greenhouse and battle droids?”
Iss approached and reported, “Master Phoenix, there is a large greenhouse laboratory for biogenic experiments and growing the required crops for nutrition. Emergency support droids are efficient at combat. Those on the ship are much more effective than classic combat ones.”
An alarm, followed by a mechanical voice, interrupted the AI. “Alert! The ship is under attack!”
Chapter 9. Duel
Alex got an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was it a blow from orbit? Were the Admins landing on Earth? No. The hologram showed Leach jumping up and down at the opposite edge of the Field of Mars square.
“Coward, come out! I will destroy your ship! I will destroy everything!” He fired at the Dark Radiance with his magic bow, sounding an alert.
“Ship’s shields
