Chapter Fifty - Emoscythe


    Chapter Fifty - Emoscythe


    Things have gone to shit, as expected, but New Montreals not doing too bad.


    The Corporate State of Ontarios fucked. Quebec city has started full on drafting, and Manitoba is... actually, nothings changed there. Its still a hellscape.


    --Real Canadian News, 2057 live broadcast


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    When Myalis suggested a Flak Cat Cannon, I had a mental image of what would appear when I bought it.


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    The Flak Cat Cannon was a biggish device, maybe the size of my hoverbike, with a large base that had four legs and a barrel that stretched out above it. It looked pretty normal. Sleek and futuristic, but normal. The CAT R Cool decals on the side were a given, of course. What really threw me off were the three mecha cats that came with the cannon.


    They were wearing little camo army helmets (I realized that the camo was just cat silhouettes in different shades of green that overlapped each other) and hi-vis vests. The cats climbed onto the cannon and started to man it right away. Two of them worked the controls while a third fit a shell into the guns breech.


    Myalis, is this some sort of joke? I asked.


    I find it funny.


    Youre the worst, I said.


    The cannon is entirely functional. I even managed to reduce the price so that it packs more of a punch than it should for its point-cost. And the mechanised cats operating it can defend themselves as well, giving it some much needed point-defence.


    I was going to argue some more when the cannon fired.


    Some of the nearest windows burst apart, glass raining down from on high as a ball of grey dust appeared a hundred metres above. A few seconds later the tinkle of glass was joined by metallic clinks as shrapnel tumbled out of the sky along with some antithesis chunks.


    The cats scrambled to move the gun around a few degrees and it fired a second time, the shell exploding in the middle of a flock of aliens which were shredded apart by the expanding cloud of shrapnel.


    Well, at least its working, I said.


    With the acid grenades and resonators occupying every entrance into this stretch of road, the only aliens making it close looked like shit. Their skin was burned and their bones half melted. It only took a few railgun rounds pumped through them to take them down for good.


    ETA on that transport? I asked.


    One minute, twelve seconds. Its a Vanguards vessel. You wont have to worry about the safety of the passengers, not against lower-tier threats.


    She nodded. Theres room. I was told that Grasshopper was hurt?


    I detected some actual concern there. Yeah, shes injured. Alive and stable, but Id rather see her on a bed than on the front lines right now. She needs a doctor or two. You know her?


    Most people dont deserve the gift theyve been given, she drolled. Grasshopper... might not be one of those people. Even if shes bizarre.


    She had enough makeup on to black out every window on a skyscraper, I wasnt sure if she could start casting stones about peoples bizarreness.


    Ill get Grasshopper and the civvies out, I said. Can your ship keep the road cleared?


    Ill manage, she said. She reached back to the ship even as a staircase unfolded itself from the side, leading to the doorway shed jumped out of. Emoscythe grabbed a pair of long black sticks that I guessed were some sort of weapon.


    Good enough. I wasnt sure how much of her outfit was armour, but I imagined that if she could afford a ship that big she could kill a few aliens.


    I ran in and met one of my cat mechs just inside, sitting in the middle of the floor with its tail twitching impatiently. How are the civilians? I asked.


    No major changes.


    I nodded along and continued past the cat guarding the passage. I found Grasshopper with the civilians, patting one of them on the shoulder even as she continued to look like death warmed over. Transports here, I said. With Emoscythe along for the ride too.


    Emoscythe Mordeath Noir is nice, Grasshopper said. Ill be happy to see her. Shes a very kind young woman with a bit of a prickly exterior. Just like you, Cat.


    Yeah, no, I said.


    She smiled at me, but I wasnt going to deal with that. Grasshopper hobbled forwards for a step before one of the civilians stepped up next to her and swung her arm over his shoulder. Im sure youll make more friends, Cat, Grasshopper said. Its important to make friends while youre still young and have a reason to spend time with your peers. Itll become increasingly difficult to do as you age.


    Im not a kindergardener, I said.


    We exited the front of the building, the mecha cats forming a cordon around the civilians in case some clever alien tried to grab one from behind. Emoscythe was waiting by her ship when we came out, those bars shed picked up earlier had turned into a pair of mini-scythes which she held by her side.


    Emoscythe Mordeath Noir! Grasshopper said. She took her arm back and stumbled towards the smaller goth. The girl stood still as Grasshopper approached, but the older woman didnt hug her or anything. Im glad you came. I think youll make a great friend with Stray Cat here.


    Ah, right, Emoscythe said. Just get in the hovertank, you look like you need some rest.


    Rest is important, yes, Grasshopper agreed.


    It was only after the civilians and Grasshopper were done loading up and the ship took off that I realized that Emoscythe was staying on the ground with me.


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