VSR-8 Overcoil
The air inside the Horizon facility feels too sterile, filtered, recycled, and humming faintly with the sound of hidden machinery. The trio moves through a corridor lit by flickering strips of white light, the walls scarred from the fight just minutes before.
The door to the storage room hisses open under Red’s override spike. She steps through first, her visor flickering with code as she scans the room.
“Clear,” she says flatly, voice low but calm, unreadable as always.
Blue exhales, rolling her shoulders. Her metallic arms shimmer faintly under the sterile light as she checks the ammo belt in her MG. “Finally,” she mutters. “I was starting to think Horizon built this place outta bad luck and bullet magnets.”
Astro follows silently, the faint green glow of his eyes cutting through the gloom. The damage to his rifle is obvious. The barrel warped and melted, the polymer barrel shroud fully melted and fused with steel and circuits. He carries it in one hand like a dead thing.
Blue notices, frowns. “That thing’s done, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah. It’s not coming back.”
Red’s gaze shifts toward a heavy crate near the back of the room, half-buried under debris. The logo catches her eye first — HORIZON SYSTEMS R&D / DIVISION 9.
She walks toward it, kneels, and wipes away the dust.
Her scanners hum. “VSR-8 Overcoils,” she murmurs. “Experimental models. High-yield, modular. Still in prototype rotation.”
Blue whistles in awe. “So, the things do exist. Her fingers trace a path over the crate, rolling over a opening for a Bio-key. Shame they’re all biometrically locked. Figures Horizon would make guns that only like their own.”
“Wouldn’t matter,” Red says. “Even if you could crack the case open, the locks are coded into the internal mesh. Only responds to registered Horizon unit signatures.”
Astro steps forward, staring down at the crate. There’s a strange expression on his face, somewhere between curiosity and recognition.
He crouches, placing a hand on the lid. For a moment, the circuits in his arm flicker, a brief pulse that resonates faintly in the air.
Blue tilts her head. “Hey, you good?”
He doesn’t answer. The latch clicks open with a sound that makes both twins flinch. The crate slowly releases a hiss of cold vapor as the locks disengage.
Red stands up straight, her voice sharper now. “That shouldn’t have opened.”
Astro ignores her, reaching inside. His hand closes around the grip of one of the rifles. The weapon is sleek, silver steel and black polymer comprise its body. As his fingers touch it, the weapon responds, lights flickering, coils spinning up. Astro’s eyes flicker, his systems synchronizing with the rifle.
The rifle hums to life. Internal coils spin, charge building, a rising tone like breath being drawn.
Blue takes a step back. “What the hell?”
Red’s tone is cold, but there’s something beneath it, a note of unease. “Astro, put that down.”
He doesn’t. His grip tightens as data floods through his neural interface. His HUD blurs, cascading with strings of code. For a second, flashes of memory slice through his vision: surgical lights, voices shouting in synthetic harmony, pain written as data.
ARC-09 / UNIT DESIGNATION: AR10C-H.
Astro staggers. The gun steadies itself in his hand as if comforting him.
Blue’s voice cuts through the haze. “Astro! Hey, talk to me, what’s going on?”
He looks up at her, eyes glowing brighter. “It… knows me.”
“Knows you?” she repeats. “What does that even mean?”
Red steps closer, scanning the weapon. The HUD in her eyes flickers violently. Error codes, corrupted Horizon encryption. “It’s syncing,” she mutters. “You’re not supposed to exist in its registry, but it’s syncing with you anyway.”
The gun emits a deep, resonant thrum. Astro’s systems hum audibly like a robotic sigh. “Feels… right.”
Blue exchanges a worried glance with Red. “Define right.”
Astro glances down at the weapon, then at the glowing reflection on the steel floor,
“Like it remembers me,” he says quietly. “And I’m starting to remember it.”
The silence that follows is heavier than any firefight.
Red finally says what both are thinking. “Then Horizon didn’t just build weapons.”
Her gaze flicks to Astro, unreadable. “They built you.”
A weapon designed for versatility and total superiority. Blending both aspects of Railguns and Coil guns, the VSR-8 Overcoil is a Helical-Railgun that is capable of releasing withering streams of armor shredding sabot rounds, or singular, accurate shots that are capable of turning an armored truck inside-out. Despite its abilities, the eggheads at Horizon found that such a weapon should never be sold openly on the market. Biometrically locked and unable to fired outside of Horizon’s sub-net, the VSR-8 is a legend on the streets of Storm City. Jailbroken models have found their way into the black market and sold for absurd amounts. However, these black market models are rumored to be lacking in power compared to models used by the elite Horizon security forces.
A variant designed to sync with Horizon’s ARC-09 combat Robot program was produced in limited amounts, but are not on record in Horizon’s own systems. Where they are and what they are actually capable of is unknown.
Of all the mystery surrounding the weapon, one thing is well known among the criminal and Lancer circles of Storm City. The Overcoil is a threat unlike any other.
(Sorry about not being alive for like….2 months. New job, finishing school, moving out with my partner, and general burn-out was killing me. I am back tho. next gun is another GTFO thingy c:)
Mods in Screenshot:
Aokiy’s Echo Arms Part two (10/10 mod btw) https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3531838884
