Chapter Twenty-One - Shouldering


    <strong>Chapter Twenty-One - Shouldering</strong>


    <em>Its sad, but a lot of us just kind of stop trusting people. You can only save people only to see them destroy themselves so many times before you start to lose hope.</em>


    <em>But even when weve run out of hope, we dont stop trying, do we? I think that might be part of what makes us Samurai to begin with.</em>


    <em>Uwu.</em>


    --Beatrice Hyper Cutie Zoom Ranger Sparkle Girl Bubble-chan! Smith, during her Twitch livestream of the 2042 Canberra Incident.


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    Myalis came through with the equipment. Each set came in arge case with my logo on the front and a number stamped beneath from one to three hundred. Each case opened up to reveal a suit within, as well as a helmet, a pair of guns, and a small bandoleer of grenades.


    The suits werent the prettiest of things. More like jumpsuits crossed with skaterpunk outfits equipped with some padding around the torso and elbows and knees. The entire thing was set up so that someone wearing the suit could just pull on a few straps and parts of it would fold up and could be tied down with a velcro strap.


    Basically, they were about as one-size-fits all as a piece of clothing could be.


    The helmets were a bitrge, but they were also clearly samurai-tech, even if it was on the cheaper end of things.


    Of course, the helmets had little stubs on the top that kind of hinted at cat ears.


    At this point I was too tired to argue.


    Second-Lieutenant Smart got a volunteer, one of the green-band civilians, and the man suited up while we watched. It was clear she didnt pick the shiniest mind in the world, but the guy figured it out in the space of a couple of minutes. In the end, he stood at what he probably thought was attention, his Alley Purr rifle held up before him and his back straight.


    Thatll do, I said with a nod.


    The equipment was supposed to be resistant to lower-tier antithesis threats, and I believed Myalis when she said so. Themunications suite they had was rudimentary, but it wasnt awful. Enemies would be outlined in red, locations where they were needed would be at the end of a string of AR-pointers that only they could see, and allies were painted in green. It even came with built-in reticles.


    If the first three hundred proved halfwaypetent, then wed buy more sets and get more boots on the ground. I wasnt going to hold my breath though.


    I couldnt recall any situation when a samurai had armed arge group of civilians so that they could defend themselves, and looking at how excited and frankly kind of dumb the locals were being as the militia directed them to get suited up, I could see why.


    I wasnt going to be the one to order these folk around. For one thing, I didnt want to, and for another, I was far more likely to lead them into trouble. Id let the militia do all of the heavy lifting there.


    The militia who seemed one part envious, and one part amused. They looked like they wanted to get their hands on the civilians guns, but the gear looked so generic and rather goofy that they were probably better off with their own military-surplus stuff.


    I left the area when I got a call from Gomorrah. Hey, I said as I answered.


    Is everything ready on your end? she asked.


    I looked back to the civvies still struggling to get into their jumpsuits. Uh, more or lessing along. Why, whats up?


    Times up, she said. Franny is about ten minutes out, and Ive been following the progress of the militiamen bringing the nanomachines out, theyve reached the museum already.


    So, we only have a few minutes left then, I said. I dont know why it was so strange to have my ning together. How are the defencesing?


    Honestly? she asked. Theyreughable. Sprouts nting more of his... nts, but its not going to do much against a concentrated attack by a proper force of antithesis. This city is not ready for a proper incursion. Ive been buying automated defences and setting them up where I can, but its only going to dampen the front of the attack, not stop it outright.


    I chewed on my lip. She was probably right. Even the gear Lucy and Franny were bringing wouldnt do much. A couple of dozenser turrets? They took a second or two to kill a single model three. If we were dealing with a proper swarm then they wouldnt even kill a fraction of them.


    I had a lot of points left, I could splurge on something to help, but I couldnt think of what. Mines? More cat drones? More equipment for the locals?


    The antithesis wed be facing would, presumably, not be in the greatest of shapes, but that didnt mean they were harmless. I couldnt see an easy way to just wipe them all out and keep everyone safe that didnt involve nukes.


    Cat? Gomorrah asked.


    Hmm? Sorry, my... brain isnt good at all of this, I admitted. Just trying to keep up with everything. Uh, speaking of being a responsible human being, Myalis, can you AI-up a report with everything thats gone on so far and send it to the Family?


    <em>Certainly. Though Im curious as to why.</em>


    Im sure you can think of a thousand reasons why its a good idea, I said.


    <em>And I could list them in alphabetical order and include little crayon drawings with all one thousand, but that wouldnt satisfy my curiosity as to why you, specifically, want me to send this report.</em>


    I huffed. Because... look, Ive heard too many stories about dipshits in middle management positions deciding to cover their asses by not telling people when theyre swamped. Those stories are usually the ones that end with and then the unmaintained equipment failed and sixty thousand infants were born with extra limbs and I dont want to be that sort of dipshit.


    <em>Thats understandable. Well done.</em>


    I red at nothing in particr. Dont patronise me, Myalis.


    <em>I was being both literal and sincere. When and if I chose to be patronising with you, Ill be sure to point it out. And, to avoid hypocrisy, let me point out that thest statement I made was, in fact, meant to be patronising.</em>


    I chuckled and shook my head. The bitch, living in my head and still thinking circles around me. Anyway, Gom, Im hoping well be able to hold out, but hopes not worth as much as bullets nowadays, so if youve got ideas, Im all ears.


    We have chokepoints already, provided by the way the buildings in downtown areid out. If we can abandon the buildings on the outer edge, relocate everyone inwards, then we can turn the exterior parts of Downtown into a free killing zone. And... this is a little controversial, but I passed an idea over to Atyacus and he said it was usible. You might like this one.


    She sent over a file, and I opened it.


    It was a 3D render of downtown. Some of the buildings were red, all along the outer edge. I was about to ask what it meant whenrge red circles appeared near the base of those buildings and then all came crashing down like dominos.


    Holy shit, I said. You want to create a wall of debris?


    It might work, she said. Controlled demolitions are more or less safe, and itll create an impediment to any antithesising closer. Not to mention the artificial earthquake will be devastating to any underground hive structures.


    And to the rest of the city. You think this ce was built to code?


    Its an idea, she said innocently, as if shed just suggested a foursome instead of a massive demolition project.


    The problem was, as awesome as the idea sounded, I wasnt sure it would actually do much to slow the antithesis down, and then wed be stuck in the middle.


    Ill table that as n D.


    D? she asked.


    For Destruction. Or dumb, but I wasnt going to rain on her parade. Look, Im heading out of here. Do you think you can draw up a... I dont know, prediction-n for where the antithesis will hit us from? We have a few ways to slow them down. Itll be nice if we can stall out long enough that the nanomachines rip them apart for us.


    We cant assume that all of them will be impacted by those, Gomorrah said. Or that theyll all die to a few nanomachines chewing at them. Some of the antithesis your drones spotted wererge, Cat.


    I tapped my foot on the ground to bleed off some of my nervous energy. Yeah. Big old baddies. I dont know what to do about them, Gom.


    She chuckled. Its not thatplicated. We burn them until theres nothing left but char.


    I grinned right back. Maybe its not soplicated, I said. But the weight was still on my back.


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