Smitty thought it was a daft idea to begin with. Sure, there was trouble at the Eastern Rim Mine, something about the natives getting restless (there were natives?) as well as reported instances of Taguchi Corp. crews dropping in and poaching N-Stone. But still, strapping a rail gun to a Replicator? That was madness, surely?
Replicators. They called them that as the monster machines replicated their pilot’s every move. Originally seen as the most stupid things ever conceived, they were overblown versions of the much smaller R-Suits used in astroid mining operations back in the Sol system; but after 20 years mining this sandy rock and loosing countless crews in the process, someone thought miners needed something…. better. So some old schematics for the ‘antique’ R-Suits were dug up, along with a few operational relics, and the whole lot was injected with a serious dose of ‘bigger is better’. What they ended up with some deemed monstrosities - ‘frankenmachines’. Others saw them as the solution they had been waiting for. Smitty, well, he was a driver so didn’t really care, as long as it didn’t get him killed.
The exact configuration of a Replicator came down to who made it and what it was used for. The ‘driver approved’ options were the 4 leg units - they were stable, never fell over and could navigate most terrain without fuss. At the other end of the spectrum were the biped machines. Nimbler in small spaces, sometimes faster – and that’s not saying much, they had the nasty habit of falling over when the terrain became off kilter and the pilot was not on his game. Smitty had piloted them all but now had his own ‘R-Quad’ that he contracted out; he was one of the best pilots going which is why, he suspected, he’d been roped into this caper.
The rail gun was a bit of a relic, supposedly brought to the mine back when it was being established to protect it from any… ‘fuss’. It though had sat in its crate since being unloaded and no one was even sure it still worked. What’s more, everyone was pretty sure the EMPO rounds were well past their used by date… if they had a used by date. No one wanted to find out. Still, being a rail gun the machine shop was able to whip up some suitably shaped slugs that it could fire against whoever and still make a mess; after all, armed conflict was just not a thing. There was enough on this rock that killed crews, so killing one another seemed like a wasted effort, so instead everyone resorted to harsh words and ‘machine beating’, no one was ready to be shot at personally, not even by a slingshot!
They mounted the gun to the top of the R-Quad, easy job really since there usually would have been a bucket, or exo-arm in the spot. The bigger issue was squeezing in the gunnery position, Replicators were strictly single pilot affairs. They did it but looking at the position, Smitty was glad it was not him sitting in the ad-hoc cockpit slung under the barrel; anyway, he was paid to drive, not think, so he didn’t put too much thought into it. With any luck, the whole thing would be for nothing, he’d grab his cash and get on to the next, more ‘normal’ gig.
The R-Quad was shuttled out to the eastern rim mine early morning, even with Smitty at the controls, it would have taken a full day to walk there and apparently things were more urgent than that. Once there though, Smitty’s R-Quad blended in with the other R’s, if you discounted the fucking big gun strapped to the top. By midday, the mining crews were getting jittery. The briefing said that’s when ‘things’ happened, if they were going to happen, so Smitty got the coils hot and the weapon’s guy primed the rail gun - it hummed into life with a rather unsettling crackle. And then, as if on cue, the proverbial hit the fan.
In hindsight, Smitty realised they didn’t have too much of a chance. It happened so fast most of it was a blur, but he does remember seeing what seemed like at lest three different kinds of R’s cresting the ridge. The weapon’s guy, what was his name? He got off a few rounds, missing everything, before the R-Quad was hit with EMPOs and the whole thing fried. Smitty was lucky and yanked the eject lever before the reactor white flashed, but the weapon’s guy… Smitty had said he was happy not to be in that cockpit.
That was 8 years ago now. Smitty was grilled for a time but there was’t much to say and as soon as he could, he got off Scamander and headed back through the Rift and then to Mars. Within two years of being surface side, he’d set up Dyne6, specialising in the design and production of CORs, Combat Operations Replicators, and was doing exceptionally well for it; things back on Scamader had taken a turn for the strange after his encounter all those years back…
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