Some Crazy Stuff Happened In The Nexus

[Alexander Blakesley]

Alexander patrolled around in the Nexus trying to wrap his head around is what the locals called a “Prime”. A being with the power to summon whatever he wanted with enough focus, heal from any injury no matter how grievous and can reincarnate after being killed. Unfortunately, left out of that explanation was the ability to create a portal home since Alexander’s earlier attempts ended miserably. Still, he was in no hurry to test out the latter two abilities on his mission to find a way home. Between his search and the ongoing operations in the Coruscant lower tiers, Alexander felt like his return would take longer than he hoped.

It was then in the distance he could hear the unmistakable sounds of battle, catching his attention was the voice of one of the combatants. Judging by the tone and overall desperation in the voice it seemed to be one of an adolescent male. The other was more sinister, hateful and noticeably synthetic; and like that, memories of the robotic legions of Spectres and Simulacrums the IMC employed against allied forces and civilians on the Frontier returned to him. While he wasn’t a Robophobe, he did hold a particular hatred of the latter which was a human mind uploaded into a robotic shell. Most of the Simulacrums Alexander encountered were all too eager to slaughter everything that got in their way.

Observing the battle momentarily, it seemed this Simulacrum was unique in both appearance and capability. It was trying to kill a kid, this young man who defended himself from the machine’s onslaught and admittedly put up a spirited fight. Alexander felt his fists clench and release; the kid reminded the battle-hardened soldier of a younger version of himself back home. That idealistic young kid who believed not in the glory or honour of war, but that everything once held dear should be protected by those who sought to destroy or oppress it. He couldn’t bear to simply watch anymore, he had to protect the kid even if it meant putting his own life in harm’s way.

Alexander unsheathed his bayonet, with a flourishing twirl he caught the hilt it in a reverse grip. With his other hand, he drew his Hammond P2016 sidearm from its holster and with another twirl in his hand caught the grip of the sidearm. “Right then, c’mere you shiny clanker, I want a word with you.” Alexander growled, walking towards the Simulacrum before gradually breaking into a full-on sprint taking the safeties off the sidearm mid-run. He had the element of surprise for now, the Synthetic was too preoccupied with the kid to notice him barrelling towards it. Time was not on his side though, he didn’t doubt the kid’s resilience but everyone had their limits and every second counted. Alexander hoped he could reach him in time, it was then the Simulacrum had his target on the floor trading blows before his fists were clasped together ready to bring the killing blow. Alexander cursed as he frantically pushed his body to close the distance but he was simply too far away.

Alexander mentally cheered the kid on, watching as he not only kicked the Simulacrum away high into the air, but jumped back on his feet ready for more. He was about sixty seconds away he was so close, the Synthetic materialised a hammer packed with electrical energy out of nowhere and smashed the poor kid skyward. Thirty seconds, the Synthetic flew after its electrically-stunned prey but now Alexander was in range to intercept.

Alexander circled behind the synthetic, fired a grappling cable into its back and darted towards it as the cable reeled the target in. The powerful motors within the cable launchers, combined with the burst of momentum from his jump pack rocketed him straight at the rampaging Simulacrum. Angling his bayonet into a position where it would anchor him in long enough. Alexander forced the bayonet deep into its back, followed up was a complete emptying of the sidearm’s magazine into the target’s back. Alexander yanked the bayonet out, repeatedly drop kicked the target by bouncing into it with his jump kit. It was then he fired cables from both launchers and sent the Synthetic flying into the ground some distance from the kid.  

Landing next to the kid Alexander checked to see if he was still breathing, thankfully he was. “Hey we don’t have much time, can you still fight?” Alexander asked, reloading his sidearm while placing the empty magazine back into his armour’s munition storage compartment. “Name’s Alexander Blakesley, what’s yours?” Alexander asked, briefly introducing himself before preparing to repel a counterattack from the rampaging Synthetic.

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