The Robot General: An Epic Military Sci-Fi Series (6th Mechanized Book 1) by Kyle Anthony

Author:Kyle Anthony [Anthony, Kyle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2021-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

19 A Mad Robot

Descending the mountainside as the rising sun promised another blistering day, and still riding high on artificial adrenaline, the general made his way back to the encampment. He felt oddly hollow now that the battle had been spent and everyone that should’ve been killed had been killed.

He made a quick scan around to see if any straggling Vesuvian dog remained, but he found nothing. Just dead bodies and the barrels he’d ignited earlier, the flame slowly dying.

Then, as he thought of Jorvo’s conversation with his Grub worm advisor, the general realized he had something left to do. Masso Arcus.

Searching through ammunition crates and other shipping containers, he scrounged unexploded ordnance and unspent munitions.

Those he stacked waist high around Masso Arcus, the monstrous rail gun he’d first seen firing during the night. He wasn’t sure why, one of those gut feelings, but he knew he needed to take the devastating weapon out of commission. Something this powerful couldn’t just be left in the remote desert.

Once he finished piling on the explosives, he took one of the Vesuvian’s cheap blasters. He popped the side off and shunted the energy cell. It went into overload.

Standing a good distance away, he chunked the blaster onto the stacked munitions. The blaster exploded, which set off a secondary explosion. The detonating munitions set off a tertiary explosion.

Masso Arcus ferociously blew apart. The ground vibrated as a quake rolled through. A fine layer of dust lifted as a concussive wave rippled through the camp. Flaming chunks of burning metal hurled across the crescent. Once the orange and yellow ball of flame billowed up from the ruined husk of the artillery gun, black smoke began seeping out.

Many of the burning hunks of metal landed on tents and wood boxes, igniting them.

“Well, so much for that,” the general said as he watched the crackling fire engulf the Vesuvian rail gun. The feared inter-dimensional weapon had come to a rather dull, unimpressive end. Smoke poured from the ruin like a chimney in winter.

The general had debated with himself on whether to keep the gun intact or not. It could prove valuable to the Sixth. Then the grim realization came upon him that, as of the moment, he wasn’t part of the Sixth.

In fact, he was a fugitive.

That thought didn’t sit well in his iron stomach.

As the general began the arduous task of rummaging through the buildings and tents, looking for any remaining stragglers or intel that could shed more light on his current predicament, a whimper caught his attention. Pausing, he listened intently until he decided on the direction.

Noiselessly, he walked to where shipping containers were stacked three high. The coffin-sized storage boxes had seen the worst of countless interstellar cargo holds. Corners were mashed in. Gouges and scrapes covered every side.

Grabbing one container that stood by itself, the general flipped it over so the lid popped off. Out spilled a smallish man who squealed like a cornered pig.

“Jackal,” General Mikeal said at the sight of Shenko, Jorvo’s aide.

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