The Alpha Protocol のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 19

The darkness was absolute, only broken by the sick, neon green Glimmer of mushrooms that raged far beyond us on the damp cave ceiling. Kael's mighty body was restless on the cold stone. The quiet czech of the acid, who inexorably sat in his flesh was louder than the toss of the river in my Ears. He did not bleed – he decomposed. The toxin of the channel seemed like a chemical fire that prevented his mutated DNA from renewing the cell start. Think, Jada. Think! In Sector 4, I had learned that nature always found a way in the slums, To produce antidotes for the waste of the consortium. Bioluminescent mushrooms in the proximity of toxic outflows grew, only did this because they had the acid from Air filtered and converted into basic nutrients. I ripped my oily, damp jacket off my body and threw it in the river. You had already been saturated with acid. Only in my thin, torn undershirt and I stared at the rugged rock wall. The mushrooms grew about four meters above the grou

The tunnel swallowed the noise of the Toxic channel with every step we take made deeper into the interior of the earth. It was like we were running through the veins of a sleeping titan. The walls no longer consisted of moist, unhauled rock, but of seamless, matte poly steel, which, even after centuries in the underground, neither rust nor Destroyed. It wasn't a consortium technology. The consortium built klobig, raw and designed for plasma burning. This was elegant. It was meant for eternity. Kael went close to me, his massive body tensioned, the senses on the absolute Maximum sharpened. His bright green eyes penetrated the absolute Difficult while I'm focused on his warmth. He had my hand in his hand and kept them safe. “The air changes,” he suddenly whispered and stopped. I breathed deeply. He was right. The scouring stench after sulfur and destruction faded. Instead, it smelled nothing. After pure, cooler, unfiltered Empty. “An airlock,” I concluded, and my scrap c

Freshly cleaned and in tight-fitting black kinetic suits of the Old World dressed – which we had found in the lockers of the station – we returned to the great Command Center back. The suit spanned over Kaels's massive muscles and made him look more than ever like a war god. The wild, black hair fell it now clean and slightly wavy in the neck. He approached the big holographic table. His hands suffered instinctively over the glass consoles, as if its muscles remember handles that are Forgot. “System report”, he ordered. His voice was calm and authoritarian. “Authorisation accepted”, replied the Mexican AI. The hologram of blue Earth changed. It turned red and yellow, showed the toxic storms and the black plasma scales of the consortium. “The Eden network is at 89 Percentage offline. The atmospheric toxins have exceeded critical levels.” “What was my last command before the contact broke off?” Kael asked quietly, almost hesitant. The hologram zoomed to sector Alpha. An o

While Kael puts the Cyborgs in a brutal, metal-stripping near combat I ran. Plasma shots hit close to me in the ground, slender the white Steel and drove scouring stench into my lungs. I threw myself behind central, holographic control panel. “Authentication required for alpha protocol”, the AI reported calmly, unimpressed from End of the world around them. “Kael has granted authorization! He did the scan!" I cried the terminal while I was hectic about the red flashing warnings. ‘Secundary confirmation required. Physical input at the main relay necessary.’ A cylindrical, glass console went up from the middle of the table. Darin pulsated a pure, emerald green crystal cage. I raised my head. Kael had literally armored the first Juggernaut helmet torn off, but the second cyborg rammed him with his huge steel arm against one of the hydroponic cylinders. The glass splintered. Kael bleeded, but he laughed – a wild, freed laugh – while he puts his claws in the hydraulics of th