Arknights Short Story Compilations

Jamming at the wrong time (WoT)

This is more of a concept draft rather than an actual draft due to the fact that I haven't even started on WoT and I'm still revamping Survival. 

I have a more detailed explanation following this once I finish writing this. (16/4, 9:01 pm)

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We were under heavy fire from enemy resistance as every operator in the area took cover and didn't dare to advance. Thanks to the Apostolic Knights and their 20 machine guns, no I am not joking, the Doctor was scratching their head and slammed their fists onto one of the nearby bricks.

Our focus was originally on advancing and clearing out any enemy that was present, but again, Apostolic Knights changed our entire game plan. We were now protecting the Doctor who insisted on coming with us onto the battlefield instead of staying in safety on the Landship.

That slightly boosted our morale at the start, but now seeing the Doctor frustrated made me scared for a bit. I looked over my shoulder to see Exusiai returning fire with her vector, Croissant and Bison shielding her acting as a bootleg cover, Texas hiding behind a wall and Sora's arts not even working on them. Hell, even Vierren the poison fanatic was avoiding engagement. Our snipers, Hope and Deevy, weren't doing too well, they were also pinned down by the rapid-fire.

What in the world did the Pope do?

Sadly, we were the only bunch who got stuck on this. Reinforcements were cut off due to a massive EMP which sent our task force's helicopter spiralling down. It'll take too long for them to get here in time before we all get filled with lead.

Things seemed hopeless, yet everyone still held hope. The Doctor was here, they'll certainly think of a way to solve this.

I gripped my pistol tight and hid behind a concrete slab, sometimes leaning to try to get some hits in. The bullet meant to penetrate armour didn't work at all on these gun knights. The weapon clicked giving me the signal that the pistol was empty. I made sure my head wasn't sticking out in the open and dropped the original magazine.

Reaching into my pockets I slammed another mag into the pistol and pulled the slide.

It didn't pull back.

This was the worst thing that could happen to me at this moment. One of the gun knights was rapidly approaching my location menacingly and my gun jams at this moment?

"Stupid..." I tried to rack it back multiple times but to no avail. "Laterano profanities." 

I ignored the jamming problem and held it by the handle. The pistol let off a yellow glow which blinded me at first, but then slowly died down to somewhat dim light. I didn't have a good day today, and this thing happens? 

Going straight into the danger I stood up and reeled my arm back. All the gun knights noticed my appearance and started to move their Gatling guns towards me, slowly but surely. The one gun knight held his guns up while spraying at me covered in a snow-white steel armour plate. 

Without hesitating, I threw the gun and nailed him in the head.

Needlessly saying he fell onto the ground and flopped his limbs around as he helplessly wiggles trying to get up. One of the weaknesses was the weight of the weaponry that these knights carry. It was somewhat heavy, but wielding 2 would offset their balance if something just hit them.