"Yeah, that looks like the sort of thing you'd call a stargate." It said happily, moments before being annihilated by concentrated pulse fire, the scorched remains of the suit slapping down wetly into a puddle of water and mud as the robots lowered their hands. One approached the doorway, coldly regarding what remained of the vault.
A bobbit worm is a ten foot long ambush predator that lurks in warm, shallow waters. Any time the worms antennae detect movement in the area the worm lashes out and attacks the potential prey, regardless of size or composition, with a strike powerful enough to tear fish apart by accident.
The technicolor horror that exploded from the seemingly shallow puddle and buried itself into the unfortunate scouts face was a Ciceraini Ocean equivalent to this worm.
The reaction from the group was immediate, each unleashing it's own salvo that tore the worm and it's prey to pieces. Some fired downward toward the puddle it had sprung from, but the collection of water leaped to the side, juking and shirking left and right as hot lazes converged on it, before slipping into their midst.
Then it surged upward, a slender blue arm coming from nowhere to punch one with enough force to send it flying upward, buried up to it's waist in the ceiling. They hardly had time to react to the Vaults sudden appearance among them before it drove another slender blue fist completely through another chest, hoisting him up and throwing him into a third. Four of them rushed forward into the melee as the rest retreated to a suitable attack range. The one coming from behind was given a mule kick that sent it flying backwards and two coming from the front were caught off-guard by the enormous crab claws that spouted from it's neck and latched onto their heads, squeezing their metal skulls until their optics sparked and their armor shattered. The last, having reconsidered melee assault, jumped back as a wave of lasers and missiles descended on the Vaults location.
The Vault leaped up, the majority of the assault exploding underneath it. The robots, however, tracked this movement and refused to let up. Even as the Vault contorted it's borrowed body in ways no human could achieve steam billowed off of it's body where the shots were landing home. Plummeting, the Vault turned it's head toward the where the majority of the enemy force was shooting from. When in reached the ground it slammed it's head and let it's white, sandy hair fall over the floor in a heap. But the hair did not stop moving where it should have, instead continuing to expand until it was a wave of beautiful beach sand. It slammed into the majority of the force, covering half the floor and burying them. The Vault lifted it's head, and the part that formed the hair seemed to disconnect from the sand that had streamed from it. The Vault stood up and threw out it's arms as an ocean wave poured from them, turning the tightly packed sand into even more tightly packed mud.
The Vault turned to look at what remain of it's enemies, the pale blue light of the gate illuminating it's form before the mud heaped up against the far wall. It let out a manic laugh. "Just the six of us left, huh?" It asked coyly to the five remaining robots. "You know, as fun as it is fighting robots-"
The closest one raised up it's arm, and the vault countered with the same motion. An eel burst from it's palm and slapped against the offending robot, arcing electricity coursing through both as they fried.
"Admittedly, something that never gets old for me." It says, advancing past the sparking pair toward the four reaming bots. "I have places to be right now." The four fan out at angles, half surrounding it, arms raised but not daring to make the first move. "I have a treasure of find, a planet to conquer, and, just so you know, I was reading a book before you guys stole control of my ship and I want to get back to it."
They all opened fire at once. The Vault twists like a dancer, avoiding the brunt of the assault, but still steam rises from it's arms, shoulder, and thighs. A fist of water goes flying out to the right, stretching out and breaking one robot face. The same could be said for a leg, whipping across from the left, shearing straight through one robot and breaking anothers spine. It doesn't hit the last one, though. It leaps over the leg as the triangle in it's chest begins glowing and pulsing with the build-up of power. The Vaults limbs flow back into it's body even as it leaps to meet the last enemy. There's a ripple along the vaults body as it's swings it's arm downward, a splash as something appears in its hand mid-arc.
The last enemy the Vault hits, it hits with the annoying blue robot from Aeon. The armor cracks on both of them from the force of the impact as they collapse in a heap on the ground, the light dimming from the robots chest.
The Vault dusts it's hands and starts to saunter smugly toward the stargate. But then it stops, looking down at itself. Slamming a hand into it's face with a splash sound, it walks grumbling back to where it's suit lay on the ground. The grumbles turn into an impotent scream of rage as the poor ragged garment falls to pieces in it's hands. "Why can't I keep these things!" It says, stamping it's foot. "Every time I go out as her, every time, I end up ruining at least one good suit. You hear this Cicera?!" It says, slamming it's fist into the side of it's head several times in frustration. "Be a better entity. One that can wear stuff not made of coral!"
The Vault, tantrum done, casts it's eyes about the carnage of the room. Well, at least a few of those robots was mostly intact, it reasoned, and hermit crabs do something like this all the time. The Vaults body rippled, shrank into a puddle, and flowed into one of the more intact bodies. The metal creaked roughly, and, dipping wet, slowly raised itself up from the ground.
It managed to hear, from within this metal shell, a dull creek. Turning the head, it could see that the robot it had hit with XJ-whatever was still moving slightly. Getting an awful idea, the Vault limped over to it.
"Hey, that thing went through the gate." It said through it's disguise. "A lot of my systems are offline. We have to report this to command, but I think my memory was one of the things that took a hit. Where exactly is the commander so I can report this crisis?"
After all, The Vault reasoned; it was going to kill the leader of these things anyway. It may as well know where it was.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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