[I'm back. Damian kept me up to date on the posts while I was away so no need for a recap. Thanks again for that.]
As the mechs fell to the ground, Varn turned around towards the other marines. "Looks like Seth did a good job training you pups. Keep at it and one day you'll be as half as good as us." He patted the nearest one on the back."Meet up with Mercury. I'll relay any orders the captain may have towards him."
"Should we look for rest of crew?"
"We got scattered but finding them wont be hard." He pointed in a direction "I think that's Viper's situate over there. Come on, let's see whats our next move."
Iska glanced at the roughrider and then at Varn. "And dropship?" she asked as she nodded towards it.
Virin listened to Lion's comment and considered possible ulterior motives for the sudden outreach. Despite his suspicions, he couldn't reach any conclusions. It just seemed that this former colleague of Yanim's was a decently sociable person.
Yanim suddenly snapped out of a trance, sneering with a hopeless disposition. "[Unfortunately, I'm not that easily fooled, Lion. It doesn't take a computer to estimate the forces involved with that explosion, but it certainly helps to have one,]" she said, tapping the neural bridge on the back of her head. "[No... No cargo container would be built that strong. Our ship's reactor core wasn't even built that strong.]"
Virin sighed as he heard the rebuke. "[Nice meeting you, human,]" he commented dully. "[Here's hoping your heart and head converge one day.]" With that, he and Yanim slung their rifles over their backs and walked away, searching for usable weapons and tools among the fallen soldiers and debris.
Lion sighed. "It was worth a try." He stood up and begin walking off when he stumbled into Viper. "You alright?"
"The dropship is back at the base, right? The HarkArk's troops should be guarding it. If you have anything in there that we can use, you should go get it."
The kanad's words shook Viper's loyalty towards it's Captain, the doubts of his and Dwan's implausible survival and their unlikely rescue lingered in the Sanghvi's mind. Despite this, Viper would remained steadfast in it's loyalty towards Lion.
It's slowly glanced over Lion for moment before turning away to look towards the distraught Yanim, wondering what it could say to comfort her as Viper felt partly responsible for her abandonment of the crew.
Viper was taken out of it's train of thought when Lion accidentally walked into the Sanghvi. Viper turning to look down at Lion instead of Yanim as asked about the Sanghvi's state.
"Several very minor injures substantiated during flight due to reentry and constant high G-force maneuvers. Otherwise, I'm physical adequate for further operations..Sir." Viper answered before looking over Lion shoulder to view Yanim and her crew walking over to salvage any useful equipment from the dead.
"Glad to hear." Replied Lion as he stood next to Viper, overlooking the battlefield. Warren and the others from Spectre unit joined them and positioned themselves around the duo.
Lion opened up the crew channel. "Crew I'm relaying some coordinates, rendevouz in ten."
Pippin stepped out of cover and jogged over to Iska and the others. "Does the base have a medical center?"
"If they don't, then every poor fucker that is bleeding out isn't long for this world. Why, are you hurt?"
The Sanghvi looked at Captain with an distant stare. "Roger, Captain....I'll be there." Viper said in an distracted tone as it slowly turn to look over towards Yanim and her crew. "But I might be an tad late for the meet up. Sorry for possible inconvenience Sir." Viper told Lion as it started to walk towards Yanim alone.
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The Argos last pockets in the underground labyrinth that made up the Crimson Son's outer defense we're finished, their very last held onto the centers of their spires, dragging the surrounding Crimson forces into an bloody clean up of these cockroaches to secure their dens.
"This is Alpha One, Olympian fleet's primarily liaison's for this operation. I hope you all have heard our previous and last warning...Let us hope you did as said and stood out of the way." The Admiral spoke over the Privateer's and their allies comms channels as the second wave and far larger wave of landing groups slowly moved towards Zeruel's upper atmosphere, just above the planetary energy shield.
"No worries." Said Lion as Viprr walked off. He let out another deep sigh and used the temporary calm to relax.
Warren was next to him, busy calibrating his rifle.
"Tell me Lieutenant..." began Lion, "what is the difference between a marine and a army trooper?"
Warren looked up. "The latter is yet to be forged in fire, sir."
Lion chuckled. "Indeed." The question he had asked is something all SSMC officers ask recruits on their first day, something that they would repeat untill the day the recruits graduate.
"So, where are you from?" Asked Lion.
Warren finished calibrating his rifle and put it in his lap. "Terra, sir. My parents were doctors and my older sister was a SDF medic during the unification. Before the war we used to live happily in a small valley located in Europe. I was aiming towards becoming a doctor too when the unification happened, made me realize that we'd need all ablebodied men and women that we could muster."
"A noble cause." Replied Lion. "Tours?"
Warren nodded. "Before I got roped into the SSFD I did two peacekeeping tours on Titan, one tour on Haryth II and one tour on Xu IV."
"Quite the experience then, how many years in Spectre?"
"All the way since the start."
There were thousands of corpses.
Yanim and Virin, dressed in black and grey, respectively, looked like crows from afar as they stooped to the ground, occasionally finding a grenade, or a decent set of binoculars. They would take an item and carry it for a while, then exchange it for a slightly better item. Sometimes they would find a wallet with credits inside, but they would leave them. Both were above superstition, but Yanim especially felt the moral weight of their actions and a desire to only take what would help them survive the battle.
Eventually, Yanim discovered an anti-tank rocket launcher built by the Crimson Son. It was ID-locked to a particular user, and had apparently been discarded when the allied soldier who originally looted it realized he couldn't use it. Yanim tossed it onto her back, confident that she could hotwire it.
They approached a downed fighter. It had slammed into Zeruel belly-down, nose pointed upward as if the pilots inside the two-seat cockpit had been fighting the decent to the very end, unwilling or unable to eject. With a bit of a struggle, the kanads pulled the canopy open to find them- a human pilot with a phirin gunner.
The human's head was slumped in a way which suggested a broken neck. Virin lifted the phirin's arm, checking for a pulse at the wrist. "Nothing," Virin muttered as he dropped the hand. "Looks like he hit his head on the canopy... I wonder why he wasn't wearing a helmet." They found a first-aid kit and Virin clipped it to his hip. As they turned away to leave, a sanghvi approached.
"[What are the odds?]" Yanim wondered aloud. "Viper, that's you, isn't it?" she asked loud enough for it to hear.
"You would be correct, Yanim." Viper said as it finished it's step towards them, slowly starring at the mangled bodies that littered the barren ground around them. Blood of various colors and consistency covered much of the corpses, identifying anything from this mass gave would almost be an greater effort than the one that made this possible in the first place.
It was amazing how greed was able to push these individuals to their own doom. Most of the Privateers had an reason besides that of an paycheck but many others, like the staggering amount of corpses from these ill-fated mercenaries and contractors was something that the Sanghvi had trouble figuring out. Viper was almost sure that life was the one thing that all but the most exceptional of soft-carbons held onto the most in their existence.
Then again, it was always the exception that these individuals would join these groups in the first place, from peer pressure and reassurance from their comrades to simply paying back that of an old debt. The reasons we're numberless for joining an organization like the Hiscan Guard trooper that lied among the rest of his or hers comrades in what looks to be their armored transport beside the GRIZZ soldier whose lower body is seemly skewed across the nearly rocks on the ridge of this battlefield, again these sights are nothing new to this veteran.
After spending several seconds in deep thought, Viper looked up from the ground and towards Yanim's face in an confused matter stare as it met with her eyes. "So..I see that you already have made something of yourself in joining with these...individuals, which this one seems to be fairly competent." Viper said as it gestured towards Virin with it's frontal talon in an calm but stern tone.
"So that brings up the question..Why are you here?" Viper said in an more stern tone while keeping it's distance from Yanim and her crew.
Yanim was silent for a moment because she hadn't expected the question, despite how simple and obvious it would seem on the surface. It became apparent how strange her decisions have been lately. Her crew may have grown used to her peculiarities along the way, and accepted each revision she had made to her motivations and their collective mission, but to an observer it must have all seemed reckless and improbable. The simplest answer was that this is what she wanted, but she felt she owed Viper a more personal explanation than that, especially since the last time she had the opportunity to open up to the sanghvi, she chose not to for the sake of brevity.
She looked back on that short conversation she had with Viper before their ill-fated battle with the Auditors. "Remember back on Kuromo when you asked me how I was holding together, after everything started going wrong?" Viper answered in the affirmative. "I told you that we all had strong feelings after Hanza, after Lion and Dwan... [I]left us.[/I] You were already aware of the price I paid fighting the GKVR," she said as Virin shifted uncomfortably. "I told you I was setting aside my feelings for the sake of the crew, and for the sake of my work. I said, 'we all have to hold on a while longer.'
"But the truth is that I hadn't set anything aside. I had just gotten through with telling Varn how I felt this mission was changing me as a person. How being skilled at killing and destroying things was getting to be more important than making things and helping people, and that I was taking to it like a fish to water. When we lost the captain, I couldn't set those feelings aside anymore. I desperately needed help but right then Lion and Dwan came back from the dead, and I didn't feel like I could trust anyone around me. I freed our prisoners. I stole a ship. I bought a bunch of weapons on Terra, and I tried to murder someone.
"I let you all down. If the rest of the crew is still alive and they ask about me, you can tell them how I feel. I'm still trying to sort all of this out, and I think I'm getting a handle on it... I don't want to waste what I have left hurting innocent people and burning bridges for the sake of catharsis. But I still kept looking for trouble after Terra, trying to find an outlet to pour everything I had pent up inside, and eventually, it brought me here. And honestly, I think it's going to keep taking me places."
Varn looked at his packet of cigars. "Damn. Last one." He lid it and looked at the battlefield as he walked to the rendevouz coordinates. Pieces of metal, body parts and blood littered the ground. Medic teams were helping those who were still clinging to life. Salvage crews and scavengers were already pilfering through the carnage, looking for that next big score. Even tho things were quiet, the chaos was far from over. Those medic teams were dealing with dying screams of agony and those scavengers can already be heard arguing among themselves, ready to shoot the other for the bigger cut. Even so, Varn felt a certain calm and serenity in him. This is what he was born to do. This is where this genetic freak of science belonged. On the battlefield.
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"Sir, Mercury's team has reported that they have broken through the Sun's barricades with minimal casualties. The privateers are already pushing in the tunnels and blowing them up."
"How are we doing on troop numbers?" Seth asked as he scratched his chin nervously.
Noble expression turned grim "One third of our guys are dead. Half our APC are gone. But we still have that one tank."
"Then we move out with the next assault wave. Tell the men to prepare. We have been sitting on our asses far too long."
After a few minutes the communications between the Boome's lid up as orders from Seth were coming through. "The white wolf is on the field. Repeat, the white wolf is on the field. Get in formation and start pushing with the assault wave."
Varn had shown Iska where Blaze was located and she went on her way.
She was going to find Lion and see if he had some orders, Pippin and Varn could scrap equipment all they liked as long as she wouldn't have to be part of it. When she had reached the fort she couldn't find Lion so she sat herself down in the shade of a SDF dropship. She felt her neck to take out her necklace when it struck her. Iska sighed deeply and looked up to the sky, whatever Yanim is doing I hope she knows what it is, she thought to her self. Having not sleept in a while and being halfway into a bloodrage for a concideral amount of time, Iska fell asleep, seated and propped against the hull under the dropships wing.
"I..I understand Yanim...But this..this." Viper tired to mutter before shuttering on it's words. Staring at the ground between them for an moment, confused on how to express it's feelings.
Viper then took an deep breath before rising it's head to met back with her eyes. "It's quite ironic isn't it?" Viper said in distressed tone to Yanim.
"Despite from coming from two opposite species. We have both seen and bared the full blunt of the wost them respectively in our own individual cases." The Sanghvi said as it slowly walked forward with it's voice slowly becoming more colder in every word.
"I too once desired to used my skills as Sanghvi drone to help instead of invade, to protect instead of destroy....But the cold harshness of the void pulled down these dreams and left me in ruin once again." Viper added on as both the place in it's words and it's speed.
"I turned..Hollow, my care for any individual fated and my cold and unsympathetic nature took over. I didn't see people, I saw targets. I didn't see any care or love for anyone, I just look if they we're an asset or an decrement towards the mission..It took an long time to drag myself out of this state and I'm afraid you're end up the same." The Sanghvi warned Yanim as it voice turned cold.
"Or do you continue onto the same path and don't let yourself devolve into an machine...You keep who you are and push forward with your heart at your side and truly believe you will secede in your goal..." Viper said with it's voice taking an lighter and warmer tone.
"Then only look around to see what will eventually occur." The Sanghvi said as it gave an expressionless gestured towards it's surroundings.
"It might not be yours but what about the ones that follow and operate under command? Are you prepared for the ever so heroic sacrifice of your comrade? And what of yourself?" The Sanghvi asked as it stop right in font of her.
"What about when it becomes the norm rather than the exception? When they all become nothing more than number to you? Their deaths are no longer remembered and bare no scars on your mind...It's just inevitable and pointless to bond, you think to yourself." The Sanghvi pressed on it's questions.
"And I know that Lion and Dwan's story is no more fictional than that of full scale galactic pace, no matter how much I tell myself otherwise....But then why do I follow them onto this surely suicidal mission? Because it's the only thing I have left to do for myself...To ensure this crew survives since I was first stationed on that blasted Vessel in some vain attempt to leave all of this behind in first place." The Sanghvi said as it took an step back from Yanim.
"And sure you know how the saying goes, so I won't repeat it." Viper said as it resumed an less threatening stance towards her and in it's usual tone, calmly waiting for her response.
"I'm fine, but we need a way to get the injured either to the base or to a ship with large enough medical facilities."
"Do you see a red cross, circle, square or anything else like that on our armor? We don't need to help them. We can't help them even if we wanted to. Our job is doing that." Varn pointed at the husk of the enemy tanks and mechs." Over and over again until either we die, or the Sun is wiped of the face of the galaxy. I don't know about you, but I've been focused on that task ever since captain Jeremy died at their hands. Now come on. We have to meet with Lion."
Viper's questions came fast and they cut deep. Sometime during the tirade, Virin realized he ought to give his boss some space, so he took a few steps away and began chattering with the crew in the air, telling them about the encounter with Lion. Mentally, Yanim disconnected from their communications so that she could pay attention, and one by one Viper's questions pierced her self assurance.
Viper had seen things far worse than what Yanim had during her time on the Archius. Viper had fought a war against its own race. Viper had every right to question her actions; in comparison, Yanim seemed almost pathetic with her intolerances, her cynicism, and her vice. She had been stricken on a personal level by the Collective government. She might never return home. And yet, her home was still out there- her brother, her father, her mother, fate had not truly taken them. What about Solari?
And yet, if Kanadys was truly such a special place, why did she leave it to begin with? At one time, she wished for a life on a planet like Terra. Free from surveillance and tyranny, uncorrupted, safe and warm. She confided with Neasha that she couldn't settle down in a place like Terra, that she was too restless. How petty it all seemed. And yet, she had not burned that bridge. Terra and a hundred other planets like it were smattered across the galaxy. And yet, and yet, and yet...
"Maybe I'm wrong," she managed to say, searching for some fixed point to anchor her world, but finding none. Her voice was nothing but a squeak. "Maybe I should just put the damned rifle down and go fix something. I don't know what I'm working toward, but I like my crew... and I like my ship. I think we'll keep doing what we're doing until we're ready to stop. And any one of us can walk away whenever we want, Viper, we're just having a hard time figuring out when 'whenever' is."
She drew a long sigh. "...and I suppose, if it's true Lion was really welcomed back by the crew, even with that paper-thin excuse, then you all really have met with Saw. Dwan sent me a message, saying I won't ever be paid for what I did on the Archius. This has been a hell of a learning experience, either way."
Pippin shook his head. "Are we just supposed to leave them here?"
Varn continued to walk towards Lion's position. "You are free to help them all you want. But I wont be around to protect you if the Sun attacks you. This fight is far from over." He raised his hand in a gesture to stop." Call me cold, call me a monster, I don't care. They knew what they signed up for." He stopped and turned around to face Pippin" You need to start thinking with your head, rather than your survivors guilt." He continued to walk towards the coordinates.
Viper recoiled sightly in it's stance. "It has been for all of us I would say. This whole trip has for better or worse, has changed us in some way." Viper said in much more comforting tone before taking an deep breath itself. Leaning it's head towards the right side as it looked down on the Kanad with an rather relived stare.
"I know that you're still good person despite everything that you have done and has happen to you." Viper said before taking an long breath before continuing. "Just know that you can still quit after all this, that this doesn't forever set you on an way of an mercenary. That you can simply leave after your done here and make something of yourself that isn't built on blood and death." Viper said as it shifted it's head back and look towards itself.
"Because I know I am....This is my last last hurrah in this field. My compassion and sympathy are but lost as I push myself though this gauntlet. I feel the emotions that are holding me back are fating even now, the crew I care for is the only thing that keeps me from descending into something horrible." Viper said as it pulled it's head back up to met with Yanim's.
Yanim looked down at the ground for a moment, taking in the severity of the situation while reconsidering her "lost" prospects. There were two distinct futures available to her, each with certain undeniable benefits as well as difficult consequences, and she found herself unable to commit to either one. Viper had called her a "good person," but she doubted it; after her run-in with Shenkada and her attempt to murder him outright, she was acutely aware of her own vice. Maybe what Viper meant is that Yanim was still a [I]genuine[/I] person. A [I]moral[/I] person. A [I]reflective[/I] person.
But a good person? She just didn't see it in herself. She saw it in Jeremy, who died rescuing his crewmate's loved one. She saw it in various shades throughout the rest of the crew, in Iska and even Sledge. People who didn't wait to make bad decisions before evaluating their motives. People doing the best with what they had to offer. Good people were rare.
"Thank you," she said, unable to bring herself to voice her disagreement. "I think I understand, to some small extent, what you mean about the crew. They're depending on me to do right by them, and I've asked them to help keep me in line." Taking a deep breath, she looked up to the sky, hoping to catch sight of the Belladonna somewhere high above, and for once considered what it could do to bring her closure. "I think we'll be ready to stop as soon as we're ready to start something better for ourselves. We'll keep after it, I think. Thank you," she repeated, "for trusting me."
"Are you two done?" Virin suddenly interrupted. "There's only so much time I can kill in a field of corpses before I start getting antsy." He certainly had a wry sense of humor. "Fighting could start again at any moment, and I'd rather be inside the base, boss."
"You're welcome, Yanim.....It was good to see you one last time." Viper said regretfully, sadden by itself own words not pursuing her in changing the path she had chosen. However, Viper remained confident that Yanim will make the right choices in the future. that she will not be so filled with pity and regret that Viper holds for itself. Always wondering if every failure, every loss, every death could have been avoided.
Yanim's crew begin to shout towards their captain, requesting her presence for whatever plans and likely scenarios that they might face in the upcoming battles in this invasion that so many had already given their lives towards and will continue to.
"At any rate, I'll let you get back to the rest of crew then. I wish what I said has made you realize the same mistakes I have made in past. And that you will hopefully avoid them." Viper said as it begun to turn to face towards Lion's rally point to discuss the next phase of action on this terrible rock. hesitant to leave as it felt that there was so much more to tell Yanim about but at the same time knowing that it's warnings would eventually grow hollow and meaningless like everything else to the Sanghvi.
As Viper begin to take it's first step towards the rendezvous site for the rest of the Archius's crew, it suddenly stop dead in tracks. Frozen solid in it's stance for an moment before slowly turning it's head to look behind it's shoulder towards Yanim.
"Just know that you have great potential for changes in this universe. That this endless violence doesn't need you, it's not the only way you can change things for the better. Don't let it consume and mold you, like it has done to myself." Viper then turned it's head back around to face in the direction of it's destination marked on its implant's HUD.
"I would regret to met again in similar circumstances. Next time it might not be quite as easy for the both of us.." The Sanghvi coldly remarked in an voice low enough that only Yanim and itself could hear.
"Farewell once more...troubled one." Viper said before finally leaving Yanim and walk towards the rest of the crew at the rally point.
"Plant the beacon!" Yelled Warren. Two of the soldiers from the Spectre unit sprung to life and deployed a large metal spike into the ground. "Beacon set!" Said one of the soldiers as they hurried back to Lion and the rest of the group.
A few minutes ago Zhaneys had notified Lion that the fleet of SDF dropships were forming up for deployment. But to do so they first needed confirmed LZ's from which to begin deploying marines, vehicles and supplies for the war effort.
"Hit it." Said Lion to which Warren nodded. As he clicked on his wristmounted touchpad, the beacon started emitting a bright green light. Lion knew that right now other SDF soldiers around Fort Blaze had planted similar beacons inside the external perimeter which was large enough to house the landing force.
After a few minutes of waiting one of the SSFD soldiers cried out. "Friendlies spotted!" Immeadiately the group turned their attention to a specific spot in the sky. Slowly the sky became darker and darker as waves of dropships entered the atmosphere. Led by five Goliath-class landing craft there were hundreds of ships heading down towards the surface.
"This is Striker One-One Heavy, inbound with precious cargo. Over?"
Lion smiled. "This is Lion, we read you Striker One-One. Procceed with operation."
"Copy, procceeding."
The five larger dropships started slowing down while the numerous SDF adeptors continued to their designated landing zones. Dozens flew past the defensive position before returning to the fleet, dropping down containers full of ammunition and other supplies.
Most of the ships however landed, unloading squads of marines which joined the friendly forces on the ground. Some adeptors only landed momentarily, taking off as soon as the vehicle carried underneath had been deployed.
Five loud thuds could be heard as the goliaths touched down and opened up their front hatches, deploying even more tanks, artillery pieces and squads of marines.
"It's just like Mars all over again." Mumbled Lion to himself. The sigh of marines deploying gave him a sense of nostalgia, back to the days of the unification.
His moment of nostalgia was interrupted as he spotted Viper coming from one direction and Varn, alongside Pippin, from another.
"Good, you're here. Have you seen Iska and Dwan?"
"I don't know about Dwan, but I think Iska is in the base. I'll try to get her on the horn." Varn switched his frequency to Iska's. "Iska...Iska, come in. We need you at the meeting point."
Pippin started trekking towards the base. He passed by teams of medics hurrying to find any life in thread fields of corpses.
An hour passed
Fortresses throughout Zeruel were being installed closer than anticipated, the Crimson Son hurried to their stations and reacted with worry. HarkArk's forces were breaching and cleaning out any tunnels they had hoped to counter. While holding off without reinforcements they knew they wouldn't be successful in the long run.
Sertum oversaw this war, Brigade and Elite were great soldiers against these odds and were willing to die to the last man too. But their might must come together, they need to win.
"Do it." He said. Victus turned his head and stared for one second. "Their man power in the ground are strong but I think the SACs have done their job outside the atmosphere. Ready?" Victus asked him one final time, the ante was desperately raising the bar once more. Sertum rose from his chair and walked to see his other teammates.
"Bless our own who dare travel even the most treacherous path of war, for I cast our armada that shall storm our enemies and decimate them. Aiding our brethren to establish victory upon this bloodstained world."
Victus stared at him and nodded, his heart was closer to home than he'd thought, he pulled out a small device from his coat pocket and muttered the command to the device. He was surely confident as he pushed it within his coat and sat down. Sertum saw Dirge, Zane, Folter, and Mariahlus. "This battle will determine who will be the victors and thus make history. I am counting on you to ensure we will win." Folter shrugged, "What about you? Aren't you going to fight?"
"I must command the forces and make sure things go to plan. I am confident you can rely on yourselves for this." Sertum assured. Dirge walked up to his superior and stared at him before nodding, extending a hand. Sertum reached out and shook his hand, with such gratitude. "Farewell, Dirge." Dirge turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. "We'll give em the best skirmish this Galaxy will see in this century. Don't you worry about us." Zane said as he walked off. Folter saw Sertum and gestured outwards "How about a hug? It's probably the only kind thing I would want out of this job." Sertum shook his head and quickly did the deed before standing upright. Folter gave a remembered snicker. "It's about time you actually did something that wasn't so stoic."
He turned to Mariahlus, before placing a tap on the shoulder. "Take care Mariahlus." He said before taking off. The remaining Auditor stood in silence. Sertum watched Mariahlus dwell in her own thoughts.
"This is it, I told you yesterday that my days of being an Auditor are over. After we win, I will give up that title." Mariahlus calmly reminded him.
"I'm aware. Stay strong, and have faith you will make it out alive." Sertum said. Mariahlus slowly nodded "I will." Both shook hands, giving a final stare before they descended.
"Thank you."
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"We're clear!" A Privateer screamed out before sprinting back to the safe zone, getting inside the APC for protection at the mere sight of what will happen. A cache of the finest tools of destruction was ready to be detonated at the intended ground point, later to be identified as Ground Zero. The cache immediately detonated, causing a planet shattering noise that probably gave everyone an ear bleed just from the mere shock. The wave spread across the continent mass in a quick sec, the area utterly cracking the planet's crust. The attention to this territory however only gave way to more Crimson Son assaulting the fortified bases.
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"Lion, this is Kira. I am with a special ops team. We've breached the inner tunnels, we did it. Down there, it's a massive place right now we're not exactly there but we're seeing it right now." Her face showed up as a drone spied on the outlook of what looked like to be an industrial compound.
"Inside, they're probably shipping out thousands of tanks and soldiers, either way I'm sending you the pictures and to High Command with these. This will tell them the Crimson Son are underground after all. If only we had some firepower to flush them out in there. We're going to pull out and relocate to a safer zone, we can't risk any attention. Kira out."
Lion nodded. "Understood Kira, we're relaying the info now." He looked at the crew which had now gathered next to a SDF tank right outside of Fort Blaze.
"Alright crew, we got new intel on a high value target. We're gonna need to clear a path for the big boys so that they can flush out these gearheads once and for all. We got several demoteams out in the field and if we can give them enough space to blow a even bigger hole around the ground zero we'll have enough space to bombard these bastards from orbit."
Said Lion while getsuring towards a holographic map.
"If we can knock out this target we will deal a severe blow to the Crimson Son, possibly forcing them to retreat futher down."
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