Shit shit I don't know how to kill someone, I lost a battle to my mother's wiener dog, I didn't know the bastard knew Brazillian Jiu Jitsu.
Cortana stays silent, the slight buzzing of her own thoughts ringing in Asher's ears.
"Mr. Graves, take the pistol from his belt, it should be quick."
Ok, ok, I have no choice I have to survive, it is just an animal, a big ugly mutant animal.
Asher crouches and slowly shuffles, lifting his feet lightly to limit the noise he creates.
"Khee dittle sreeg, tok dittle sreeg. "
The grineer hums a light tune.
Jeez, that language sounds like piss hitting a toilet bowl.
Asher is now but a few feet away. His breath comes out wearily.
Take the gun, pull the trigger. Simple as.
"Its a brakk chambered in .359 Grineer, it should take him out easily Mr. Graves."
Asher eyes the fat pistol hanging off the grineers belt tightly bound to its body suit.
He slowly reaches his hand forward, and the cold steel of the pistol graces his fingers.
This is it. This incest ugly woman-loving shitter is gonna get the switch on him today.
"Do it!"
He grabs the pistol abruptly, the grineer jumps up out of its seat.
"Rrat kle fukk!"
The grineer grabs a machete from its belt and rears it up, ready to slash its prisoner down.
"Mr. Graves he's coming!"
I know I know!
Asher raises the hefty pistol with 2 hands, his wrists wobbling from the weight, he presses down on the hard trigger, his palms sweating profusely, and the gun fires. A loud bang erupts alongside a massive muzzle flash.
The grineer stands still, his machete dropping from his hand.
"Res, srit."
The massive gaping hole in his gut bleeds profusely, fragments of bone are scattered on his wound and on the floor around the prison hallway. The grineer clutches the wound, looks at Asher for a moment, and then sighs, his whole body flops forward to the ground, and bluish-red blood pools around. The thud from the corpse hitting the floor was a guttural noise, something Asher had never even thought of before.
Shit, it's dead. That wasn't bad actually, especially when it was trying to kill me, that's what you get you banjo playing pig riding fucker.
"Stay focused, there's going to be more than one guard, and they definitely know something is going on now. Hold your hand on its body now!"
Hold my hand on it? I don't want to touch this fucking thing!
Cortana snaps, her voice crackles and cuts,
"DO IT, LIStEN tO ME!"
Jeesh fine! If you weren't a lady I wouldn't listen obviously.
"Mr. Graves.."
Asher kneels down, intently staring at his first kill.
It's really dead, just like that. A bullet to the sternum and its life is gone. I can't mourn it, I will kill again. That's just this world.
He reaches his hand down steadily, resting it on the rubber-padded armor of the low-ranking grineer.
What now, do I say 'Arise'?
"What? Collecting useful meshes now."
The grineers body is quickly consumed by a light blue transparent skin-like covering. A mesh of light. Grids of thin white lines cover it. After a moment the lights suddenly disappear.
"Alright items were gathered and added to your inventory."
The grineer is now left in bare skin and some white undergarments, its warped and creased flesh more apparent than ever now, its small white mask is now gone, and instead, a grotesque face is all that remains.
What was that?
"I simply did a quick assimilation of its items into your cyber cache."
Cyber cache? Where is it?
"I don't know Mr. Graves, I only know the commands I was inbuilt with, but I know everything in your cyber cache and can access and give it to you."
Gyeh, that's a bull malarky answer but whatever, so uh bring that grineer padded armor stuff out then.
"Equipped?"
Yeah sure. Whatever that means.
Asher's body glows for a moment, his whole figure being swallowed but as quickly as the light comes it fades away.
Sniff. Someone shit themselves.
Oh, it's just this armor.
"It's not very good but it should protect you for now."
Thanks, blue lady. Let's get the hell out of thisplace.
Asher holds the brakk to his side and readies himself, the grineer mask filters the air around him, his breath becomes clearer and more distinct, the world becomes a slight shade of yellow, and the outlines of all the geometry become more clear as the built-in eye visors light up the environment.
Time to lock in, if I hide this body and just wait it out maybe they will think I'm one of them.
"I was thinking the same Mr. Graves, put his body back in the cell."
Asher hoists the grineers body up, shoving 2 arms through his armpits. and dragging him back with a great amount of effort.
Fat little fucker come on.
After a short amount of exertion, he tumbles the body into the cell, he slides the door shut slowly, and with a hiss it locks, leaving the grineer body to rot.
Miss Cortana, I just realized I'm in prison right, there are more cells right?
"I would assume so Mr. Graves."
Imma make a prison riot in this hoe.Mwahaha!
"Hmm, that's a good idea, Mr. Graves, there should be more cells further down this hall, expect more grineer resistance."
Asher makes his way down the hallway, the only light coming from the dim keypads of the distant cells.
He grips the brakk in his hands as he creeps forward slowly.
Just breathe I can make it through this.
"More guards are coming, get ready, try to deceive them if you can."
Sure, sure I can speak the famous warbling grineer, I'm shit fucked right now! Pegged by a sister of battle fucked!
"Mr. Graves! Calm down, ready your gun, rush, and free the prisoners as fast as possible."
Right right, prison riot.
Asher bum rushes a cell, slamming his fist onto the big red button on the keypad, mist rushes from the door as it hisses open
"FREEDOM!"
Asher screams, cackling madly.
"What the.."
A man dressed in ragged rubbery clothes shields his face.
"Who the hell are you." He lowers his hand and winces, his face has 3 long stripe tattoos running down his face and his head has been shaven bare.
"Im your liberator come on!"
The man stands up shakily. - "And who are you? Some rogue grineer agent? Steel Meridian?"
"No." Asher continues "I'm just a normal guy, just looted this armor, a prisoner just as you are."
"Tarnis Vaal, that's my name, I was a corpus field engineer, we were ambushed." Tarnis pauses as he gathers himself. "Enough of storytime, we need to get out of here!"
Asher stands off to the side as the prisoner exits the cell, stretching his legs.
"You do you buddy, I'm releasing everyone."
Tarnis stares at Asher warily.
"Everyone? Chaos. Complete chaos. The guards will come soon, I'm making a run for it!"
Tarnis looks around for a few moments and begins bolting down the hallway.
Asher shrugs and approaches the next cell over, muffled yelling comes from the prison.
"Whats going on!"
The person inside beats on the wall and screams, evidently they heard the other door open.
This one seems a lot more eager to escape.
The keypad blips and the cell opens, the person inside bolts out looking at Asher with their fists raised.
"Who the fuck."
Asher rolls his eyes
"Ya ya prison riot, yadda yadda have fun."
The prisoner, a female grotesque grineer creature woman lowers her fists.
"I don't know who you are but I thank you."
She turns and runs, following the corpus engineer's path.
"Mr. Graves, keep releasing them, the guards are just around the corner, you need to swarm them as fast as possible."
Cortana I got this, only a few cells left.
As Asher approaches the last grouping of cells gunfire rings out, the guards have intercepted the other prisoners.
Shit, I have to save them, I can't let them die in vain, I need a horde!
"Mr. Graves no! They will have to die, release everyone now!"
I can't, I'm sorry lady smurf but I'm going in!
Asher turns the large gnobular safety off on the brakk and rushes forward.
As he bounds forwards 2 grineer grunts turn the corner, both wielding stock karak rifles. They have the famous grineer marine armor on, light grey padding around their shoulders and neck.
One of the grineer infantrymen holds out their hand - "Rrat agre gar groing?"
Before the grineer can asses whats happening the muzzle flash of the brakk blinds him, a large bullet wound at the base of its neck starts pouring out blood, the other grineer stares in shock before raising its rifle, a shadow from the corner of the hall rushes and knocks into the grineer, the corpus man from before.
Asher takes the opportunity and lights the grineer up, mag dumping him and leaving no ammo in the brakk.
"Phew, that grineer crazy you let out bought me some time, she rushed right into the gunfire. Quickly get their guns!"
Tarnis grabs a karak and jesters towards the other.
"You know what to do Mr. Graves, touch them quickly and I will loot all the ammo off them.'
Right right, now we have a real gun.
Asher grips the grineer body as he bends down to pick up the karak, the spare magazines on the grineer glitter blue for a moment.
"Let's hit dis shit." Asher grins, racking the bolt on the karak.
The corpus man stands there with an absurd look on his face. The distant stomping of more grineer approaches slowly.