Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 169 Alita 1 - Legitimate Wrath

Alita was momentarily stunned and didn't react immediately.

As she paused, a shark-like creature lunged at her, skimming the ground. Alita ducked and lowered her gun, firing a shot into its face before it could bite.

The shark demon's head exploded, and its remains continued to slam forward due to inertia.

She sidestepped, but her steps were still a beat too slow.

The red search line comes around from the side.

With a flick of her wrist, the magnetic force lifted the broken metal pillar, sending it crashing horizontally through the light cables and severing them. As the shattered red light exploded, she was already in front of Alita.

"I heard everything you said while I was asleep."

Alita grabbed a shark demon's shoulder armor, pulled it towards herself, pressed her knee armor against it, and fired with the muzzle of her gun pressed against its chest.

She didn't look at the index vector.

He sidestepped the beam of light sweeping down from the Five-Faced Judge, then deployed his right pulse cannon, firing two bursts to shatter the turret protruding from the wall.

"You want to kill Megatron."

The voice was soft; only they and the nearby machines could hear it.

Alita's movements clearly paused for a moment.

Not far away, Megatron was leading the Decepticons, controlling a row of crocodile demons, and merging the cannon fire to illuminate half of the battlefield.

He heard it, but knew he shouldn't have turned around at that moment.

Alita gritted her teeth, pulled the short blade from the side of a shark demon's neck, and sparks flew onto half of her arm.

"And then?" she asked, her voice low and hoarse.

"I understand."

Alita finally glanced at her.

Vector kicked away the attacking shark demon: "You want to end all this in a more extreme way."

Alita's optical mirror trembled slightly.

"You're tired."

The muzzle of the gun in Alita's hand was still hot.

She always thought she had hidden it well.

Anger can be buried in commands, exhaustion can be hidden in posture, and hatred can be concealed in combat movements. She doesn't need anyone else to bear these burdens for her, nor does she want to expose them and turn them into wounds that everyone avoids.

Optimus Prime probably knew she hated and that she was tired.

But he would incorporate that understanding into his own responsibility, turning it into an even deeper silence. So she could only continue standing there, as if as long as she remained standing, it meant that everything could still hold on.

But the vector doesn't see her that way.

She didn't treat her anger as a thorny problem, nor did she see her exhaustion as something that needed to be soothed and covered up.

She saw it, didn't look away, and then looked directly at it.

Alita dodged an attack from a shark demon, moving a little slower than usual, as the restraining light grazed her shoulder armor.

The magnetic vector immediately used magnetic attraction to deflect the attacking sharks.

Alita stepped forward and fired her gun with precision.

She stood amidst the smoke and dust, and a slightly uncontrollable tremor finally appeared in her voice, but she didn't stop, decisively snapping the crocodile demon's joint with her wrist.

"I really wondered if killing Megatron would be the end of it."

Another shark demon pounced, and she smashed it with a single punch.

"If we destroy more things, will there be no more casualties?"

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"I hate thinking about these things."

The vector intercepted the executioner's sweeping arm, the blade and the execution instrument colliding to create blinding sparks.

"No need to hate it."

“Anger isn’t a mistake,” Vector said. “There must be a reason it’s there.”

The executioner increased the force, causing cracks to appear in the ground beneath her feet. The magnetic ring suddenly lit up, and her long arm was pulled half an inch to the side.

"The problem is that it makes all the judgments for you."

She turned the blade and sliced ​​open the joint of the long arm. "And you didn't do that."

The long arm broke off and crashed between them, and the vector looked at Alita through the broken mechanical limb.

"You want to end this war."

"But you're still protecting others."

Alita tightened her grip on the gun.

"You didn't let anger decide everything for you."

"Alita, this is difficult; not every machine can do it."

Alita didn't know how to respond, so she could only keep fighting.

The shark horde seemed inexhaustible, and the elite guards stepped back half a step, protecting the witnessing area. Alita rushed forward, blocking the two at the front. She grabbed their heads and snapped them off.

After the shark demon collapsed, she whispered, "I've watched too many machines die."

As Alita reloaded, she continued, "Soldiers, civilians, comrades, many of whom I didn't even have time to remember their names."

"It wasn't like this before; we weren't always left with only war."

Her voice suddenly became hoarse.

"I remember things from a long time ago. Back then, we were willing to argue about how to repair a street, prevent kids from playing in the junkyard, and complain about how to make a festival look cheap."

She chuckled. "Later, all of that disappeared."

She turned to block the shark demon that was lunging at a young Autobot, her voice suddenly becoming choked and a little violent.

"Everything was dragged into the war, everything!"

The last shark demon next to the witnessing area collapsed.

Alita stood there: "Sometimes I don't know how to keep going."

Her voice finally trembled with a hint of a sob, but the gun in her hand remained steady.

The vector looked at her, the magnetic ring on his chest glowing faintly.

The things that had been suppressed for too long in Alita's optical lens finally surfaced.

"I need you so much."

"Sometimes I don't even know if I'm thinking about the Chief Justice or the vector, but it doesn't matter."

Her breathing tube was buzzing and somewhat unsteady.

"All I know is that if you were awake, you might be able to tell me what to do with all this."

The vector force cleaved through the executioners' outstretched arms, drawing ever closer to her.

"I'm awake now."

The five-faced judge's angry face once again looked down, and a beam of white and yellow light slashed down from above.

Optimus Prime's blast deflected the enemy's gun emplacement, while Megatron's Fusion Cannon simultaneously fired at the higher defensive perimeter. The white-yellow beam grazed the gravitational vector and Alita's side, scorching the ground and creating white-hot cracks.

Both aircraft dodged simultaneously, and the distance between them was even closer than before.

Alita raised her hand, using the decoy vector to block the search line that was piercing from behind. Red light wrapped around her wrist, and a judgment message appeared.

Alita stared and suddenly gave a cold laugh as she snapped the string.

"I hate the definitions they give."

"So it's very suitable to be interrogated," said the vector.

"Now there's someone else who deserves your wrath more."

Her magnetic attraction swept several crocodile demons, along with debris from the ground, to the side, giving the elite guards a half-way to retreat.

"The Five-Faced Monster illegally detained you, distorted your perceptions, forced you to witness, and used you as evidence in their trial."

She looked at Alita.

"Your anger can legitimately be directed at them."

Alita's optical mirrors lit up, and her pink outer armor finally seemed to gleam with a metallic sheen.

The vector continued, "As for Megatron..."

"His war troubles won't disappear, and his help now won't wipe the slate clean."

In the distance, Megatron's fusion cannon roared, his extendable blade stained with blood, and he looked away in an instant.

The vector said, "I will review it."

"When that time comes, I hope you'll be by my side."

The sound of the vector was clear.

"Watch the trial with your anger."

Alita looked at the crocodile demon, whose fingers were still twitching as he fell to the ground after being knocked down, and asked softly, "May I?"

Can I stand there with this overwhelming anger and not pretend that I have forgiven?

Can I just leave them out and watch him finally stand trial?

The vector said, "Of course."

Alita's optical mirror trembled.

"Your anger can be there," Vector said. "Your exhaustion can be there too."

The vector gently stroked her arm during a gap in the stroke.

"You don't need to get rid of them to be qualified to stand beside me."

Alita let out a broken sound, first raising her gun and firing several shots, repelling the strange man who was trying to break through the elite guard's defenses.

"If everything ends, I want to go shopping with you."

The vector was taken aback.

"Just take a walk, or sit for a while."

"Let's hold hands, or have something to drink."

He gripped the battle knife tightly, drawing his arrows.

It was like an ordinary afternoon, a future that neither of them dared to easily promise.

Finally, Vector said, "I'll add this to my to-do list."

She said seriously, "The one at the top."

Alita finally laughed, though her eyes were still wet: "Why did you put something like this on your to-do list?"

At that moment, a new shark demon pounced in front of her, and Alita kicked out with a sweeping motion, simultaneously severing another shark in half.

The two finally drew close to each other, and suddenly Yin Xiang called out to her.

Alita I.

Alita paused slightly, as it was rare for the vector to call her by her full name.

She looked at Alita, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"In my hometown, this name has a beautiful meaning."

Alita listened, her silhouette illuminated by the gunfire reflected in the optical system.

"It's a bit like being chosen, or to put it bluntly, being 'the chosen one,' but I don't think it's fate that chose you."

"It is you who, time and again, amidst anger and exhaustion, still choose to follow your own heart."

Alita was stunned, and suddenly felt that the part of her chest that had been tightly gripped by war had finally cracked open, allowing her to breathe.

She doesn't need to suddenly become tolerant, gentle, and worthy of being praised.

She remained angry, exhausted, and filled with hatred.

But those things now have a reasonable direction for expression.

Alita raised her gun, finally no longer concealing the tremor and emotion in her voice.

She pulled the trigger on the crocodile and shark demons charging across the shattered ground, unleashing a barrage of fire into the enemy ranks.

The tired appearance was replaced by vitality and the carefree spirit of the past:

"Let them taste my wrath!"