Scorpion Platoon

Bio Mechs vs Robots

The bay was a hive of activity. Crew members were running arround loading ammunition and unplugging the feeding umbilical from my scorpion. It was an impressive bio mech. The scorpion is as long as a bus, the titanium tungsten armor was black and grey. The serrated claws can cut through tank armor. The stinger is longer than a man's arm. I've skewered automaton troops clean through with it.

I slip my hand in the open slot below my mechs red bug eyes. There is a prick some where between a bee sting and a mosquito bite. The top of the the skull slides open. I strip out of my robe and hang it on a peg. I jog up the ladder and slip into the warm membrane slot. 

Funny back during training getting naked in front of a large group terrified me. Partially because my skinny, boney frame is not impressive. A lot of people in the Bio Mech Corp wouldn't of been traditional soldier's. Then the AI Union invaded, infecting computer systems, turning entire fleets and planets against themselves. The Confederacy needed more troops and a new way to fight. So they grew Bio Mechs upgrading even the weakest men into monsters. 

The slot slides down leaving me in darkness. The membrane sides compress me and tentacles slither over my ears enveloping them. Tendrils burrow into my ear canal into my brain. There is a shock and briefly I fall asleep. When I wake up I'm looking through the eyes of the Scorpion. The bay is pixelated like ancient earth TV screens. I flex my arms and snap my scorpion claws. 

"Connection secure Peterson?" The pheromone signal from Sgt. Duke is translated into english. God I love the bio engineers. 

"Connected Sgt.," I signal. "Ready to rock and roll." 

"2nd Platoon move out!" 

Sgt. Duke leads the five scorpion collum out of the bay. We spread out into an arrow formation. 

"Stay frosty bugs. AI made planetfall just a few clicks out he ready for anything."

We are marching through a bombed out  settlement. AI troops had been sending bombers down for days. I catch the gleam of a tank barrel out of a a burned out building. 

"Contact left!" I signal. 

My pincher of my left claw slides down and a black barrel extends. As easy as flexing a muscle, I fire a exploding shell from my grenade launcher. The first carapace covered explosive kicks up rubble into the air. The tank swivels aiming its barrel at me. I fire another shell and I am rewarded with a massive fire ball as the tanks fuel and ammo explodes.

I hear the ping of bullets hitting off my armor. It's to thick to feel pain, all the nerves endings are underneath the grown metal carapace. 

"Contact dead ahead!" There are dozens of automatons mostly human sized. Some are human built, infected and controlled by enemy malware. Others are of AI Union designed funnily enough in section looking with spider legs and weapons attached to metallic limbs. 

My right claw holds my full auto stinger shooter. Me and my platoon spray the enemy robots with long narrow spikes of iron, shot by bio compressed gas. It shreds the robots like paper.

One dog looking robot escapes the carnage running close. It has a long tube attached to it's back. To close for grenades, I shred the automaton in half with a serated claw. If I could smile I would.

"Good work but don't get cocky. We got a long night ahead of us. Hell we got a long week if were lucky."

"Yes Sgt!" We all signal in unison. We move out in search of more prey to trash.