An Mi-24V Hind is flying through thick snow, inside was a team of Spetsnaz troops about to get deployed.
“They say this place should be perfect for our Northern Fleet to stage an invasion, comrades of the Guild of Red Star, it's our time to be thrown into the hungry war machine!” The burly man's Russian was thick and strong.
“URA! Let’s get this over with and go home! I want to eat some McDonalds!”
“Da! How far are we from landing?”
The fuselage of the Hind was rattling violently as it flew through the thick snowstorm, its two player Pilots in absolute concentration in controlling the aircraft with immense precision.
“Vulture to Wolf, we’re less than One Kilometer from the landing zone. Prepare for insertion.”
“Da Vulture, Wolf is ready for deployment.”
The Gunship slowly descends, the icy ground becoming visible from the cockpit and passenger windows. The Pilot then sees flashing lights inside the snowstorm, indicating a landing pad. With precision movements, he’s able to swiftly and softly land the armored helicopter, the doors flip open and Wolf exits it and their squad leader greets the truck driver who’s gonna transport them to the Forward Operating Base,
` “доброе утро. The truck is ready for you guys, follow me.” The young looking skinny man takes them to his truck, a Ural 4320. Below the back chassis, a blowtorch is turned at full power, pointed at the rear axles.
“Comrade, how cold is it here?”
“Negative Forty, Sixty at night.”
“Ну и блядь. That’s extremely cold.”
“Just like how it is in the Urals ehy?”
“Hahahaha, back at home.”
They board the Ural and the trucker removes the blowtorch below the chassis.
“Vulture to Wolf, we’ll be taking off priyom.”
The helicopter takes off behind them, billowing snow and shards of ice as it vanishes into the snowstorm. The truck slowly rolls and as it gains traction, the man driving accelerates and gains high speed on the empty flat ice. The 8-man Spetsnaz squad callsign Wolf stays silent on the entire way to the FoB. Cleaning and checking their weapons. All of them were tall and burly men in Winter Gorka’s with 6B45 combat vests over it and 6B47 Combat Helmets with 1PN141 NVGs mounted on top. Armed with AK-103s, MP-443s, RPG-26s and PKPs. The Squad and Team Leader has AK-104s with a GP-25 40mm Grenade Launcher underslung, all armed and equipped to the teeth with not a single patch of skin showing.
The truck tumbles as it makes landfall, making contact with the shoreline and going through an abandoned medieval fishing town. It passes through a frozen forest before entering an icy wasteland. A vast empty field of nothing but snow and dead beasts. The Ural follows the dirt path made for carriages, going above 40 Km/h as Hellspawns appear from the snowstorm. Able to keep up with the vehicle’s pace. One of Wolf’s team members who was seated near the tailgate points his gun at the Seven Legged Hellspawn on the right of the vehicle, seeing its mangled body that seems to be a mismatch of animal and human parts.
“Боже, помилуй…” he muttered. His view was suddenly blocked as the truck turned a tight left, this time the path turned to a trail of wheels which varied from large, small and tracked. Meanwhile, the Mi-24V Hind lands on a Moskva Class Helicopter Carrier named “Красная Звезда”. The icy ocean was extremely violent, making the ship rock like a roller coaster on the frigid cold winter.
“COMRADE COMMANDER, COMRADE ADMIRAL!” The player swiftly salutes to the two commanding officers.
“Da?”
“Wolf has landed and is confirmed to have arrived on FoB Stalinium!”
“Good. Tell them they’ll have Close Air Support the moment the Snowstorm dies down. For now, only Cruise Missiles and Artillery.”
“Yes sir!”
The Admiral looks at the Commander, bending down the console as the ship tilts violently.
“It’s Cold.”
“And hard.”
“...”
“Admiral, are we actually going to get reinforcements?”
“There should be. The United Nations has proposed a massive rearmament plan that’ll change everything. Even the compositions, I’m sure those ships will only be commanded by four to eight players while the rest are skeletons.”
“Five Sovremenny Class Guided Missile Destroyers… I thought we didn’t have the material to create that much.”
“That’s thanks to our comrades in the Men of the Woods, Astra Shipbuilding Guild, Paladin Steel Factories, and the Knights of Eldwood. That’s more than Forty Two Thousand tons of steel that’s gonna get built and deployed.”
“If we even last the intended days.”
“We will. I have full faith in your men, comrade.”
Back at the FoB, it was a medium size one, only about eight hundred meters wide in all directions. T-90As and T-80Us parked on the base were completely frozen and its Crewmen were desperately trying to unfreeze them. As the truck drives deeper into the base, the men of Wolf squadron could see piles of Hellspawns being burned and used as a means of heat.
“How many have they killed…?”
The Ural 4320 stops at the Base Commander’s tent and their Squad Leader doesn’t hesitate to go inside and greet the Captain.
“Comrade Captain, Squad Leader of Wolf Squadron has arrived.”
“Finally, reinforcements. Are you all they sent?”
“Da, eight Spetsnaz.”
The Captain takes a gander at the tall soldier, noticing how he’s armed and equipped from the bottom to the top.
“I’ll make things plain and simple. FoB Stalinium’s primary objective is to hold the line till proper ships have arrived to reinforce us. We'll basically be taking the full brunt of the enemy assault and wait for the Combined Naval power of the United Nations to arrive. Enemy contacts so far have been the Hellspawns. If you have played Dark World VR long enough, you’d know these creatures are very near to the Demonic Colossals the player fights after entering the Labyrinth of the End. Right now, we’ve killed over three or four thousand ever since coming here. More are expected to come, direction is direct South, though flanking attacks do occur coming from the East and West.” The base commander then moves to the finer details of the base and the defensive structures they’ve put up.
After a long and arduous briefing, the Squad Leader who was taking notes was dismissed. He immediately ordered his men to go to their tent and discuss how they’ll defend the base from invaders. After planning and staging, the Spetsnaz squad prepared for the upcoming battle. Inside the Communications Tent, alarms blare as intruders start to approach the base from all sides. The head Lieutenant rings the Base Alert system, sending the troops over the concrete walls, protected by barbed wire and tank traps with an electrified fence right in front of the wall.
Silence for a few minutes and the soldiers stationed in the Eastern side of the base open fire, Spetsnaz troops rush to support them and see multiple Hellspawns getting gunned down mercilessly. More came on the Western and Southern side. The FoB was firing on all the angles being attacked. After a few moments, the hundreds that tried to rush the base were all dead.
“Well that was intense.”
“This is only the beginning Dimitri!”
The Spetsnaz once again ran to the North of the base, overlooking the single road that leads to the place. One of the soldiers on a Bunker was closely looking at the snowstorm, waiting for a hint of sound or movement. His wish was granted and multiple Hellspawns followed by fast Zombies rush the North gate. The Wolf team leader was ready to fire when the soldier next to him told him to put the gun down and look closely at the field.
One by one, the Hellspawns and Zombies hit Anti Infantry mines. Blowing them apart and turning some of the Zombies into a plume of red smoke. This was the last attack of the day, in the following week, the amount just kept multiplying, sometimes it’d be thousands then it’d go down to a mere hundred. The men inside the base were all wearing Ratnik combat uniforms, well equipped and trained, they knew how to hold their ground. As the skies opened up, Helicopters were able to provide air support and sometimes patrol the perimeter the entire day.
But after One and a Half weeks stationed, the base was about to get its biggest siege yet. Standing on top of the Guard Tower, the Squad Leader of Wolf was awaiting reports from Forward Observers about any enemy movements when it happened, they replied.
“This is Parrotbill, we see a size of a thousand Hellspawns. Prepare the furnaces, nothing special here.”
“Affirmative, return to base priyom. We’ll take care of them.”
Shortly after ten minutes, the horde of Hellspawns arrived, their mangled bodies once again rushing the base, just to get gunned down by 12.7 KORD Heavy Machine Guns and 7.62 and 5.45 bullets.
“When will they learn?” The soldier proudly stands above the piling dead Hellspawns mixed with Zombies and Demonic Wolves. The Captain who was filing paperwork suddenly had his cabinet and desk shake inside his tent. He grabs his MP-443 Sidearm and sees the large commotion outside his tent. The tanks were at full RPM rushing to the outside of the base. He immediately runs to the Communications Tent which was absolutely silent.
“What’s happening?! Why is the ground shaking?!”
“Sir… the men on the walls say the horizon was black.”
“Какого хрена?!” Cursing the baffled men inside the tent, he goes outside and notices the Spetsnaz troops watching over the Western Wall. Their Winter Camouflage gives them away from the others wearing the Olive darb of the Russian military. After walking to the scaffolding 15 Feet above the ground, he took his binoculars out and pointed it in the direction of West.
“That’s… that…” It was hundreds or even more Hellspawns with Ghouls all slowly approaching them. The player near the Captain was calling in everything they could in the long range radio. The Admiral back on the bridge of the Helicopter Carrier was scrambling all Hinds and Havocs they had on station. The two Sovremenny class Guided Missile Destroyers open fire with all they got.
“This is Rear Admiral Donetsky of the Kirov Class Battlecruiser Ded Moroz, signing in to join with Red Star, we have two more Sovremenny Destroyers with us. Siberia Trail and Anastasia’s Revenge. Requesting your vectors over.”
“Blessed be! You came just in time! The FoB we installed is about to get overrun by Demons! I suggest you go to Emergency Speed and fire Cruise Missiles on the coordinates we’re about to send!”
“Da comrade Admiral. Ded Moroz shall lay waste to them all.”
Back at the FoB, an insane amount of hellish creatures were piling higher than the wall on some areas of the base. The tanks that were defending the perimeter were overrun and machine gun nests inside the base constantly fend off any of the beasts trying to get inside. Mi-24V and P Hinds were dropping bombs, firing missiles and their guns and cruise missiles landed around the base, throwing hundreds of them up to the skies as the massive explosions incinerated them.
The defenders showed no signs of wailing, standing strong on the walls and the Mortars inside didn’t stop firing, its skeleton crews kept dumping shells into the tube, wearing them out quicker than expected. Dshk and 2K22 Tunguska Mobile Anti Air tanks inside the base were leaving mountains and mounds of spent casings with ammo trucks scrambling everywhere, throwing ammo boxes near the stairs of the scaffolding and some jumping into the moving Anti air tanks and manually reloading them as they opened fire.
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The day came without a single break, they just kept coming and coming like a tidal wave, relentless in their attack. Sieging all angles and directions, but when the Kirov Battlecruiser and the two additional Sovremenny class Guided Missile Destroyers arrived, they managed to win through sheer attrition with overwhelming firepower. The decks of the Destroyers were full of spent shells from its 130mm guns firing from the shores and providing artillery support. The landing pad of the Moskva Helicopter Carrier had boxes and missile carts laying around with hoses for Aviation fuel left on the ground as the players rearm and repair them as quickly as possible.
The Ratnik uniform of the Captain and many soldiers were drenched in Purple and Black blood from the Ghouls and Hellspawns. Completely tired and worn out from the attacks, they celebrated as the remaining thousands retreated as more Cruise Missiles hit them and choppers cut them down. Some didn’t have the time and just plopped to the ground they stood on, sleeping or resting from spending so much adrenaline for the day.
Without even taking a moment of break, Wolf Team already started reloading their weapons, getting more AK mags and grenades. The Captain on the other hand goes to the Communications Tent to talk to the Admiral about their reinforcements.
“Admiral… I’m tired, we’re all tired. When is that landing force coming in?”
“We have bad news, comrade. The United Nations needs more time, so instead a combined force of Eastern player Guilds will come in with skeleton NPCs to help you out. They’re gathering as much as they can, even calling in the Kuznetsov Class Carrier named Pestilence to aid us. Just wait for a few more days.”
“Fuck you! Did you not see how many came in?! Our entrance is blocked from the piles of dead monsters! Send in a helicopter and evacuate us!”
“Negative comrade Captain, you did very well. The General himself will come there and help you out.”
“What?! General Yurimosov should stay in that carrier! It's just death here!”
“He insisted he wanted to join you. He took with him the entire Special Purpose Company here. Advice Wolf the rest of the Spetsnaz will be deploying there.”
“Affirmative comrade Admiral. It's been an honor.”
“Just hold out comrade Captain, you won’t die as long as you live long enough till they arrive.”
“Knowing those Cykas. They’re probably arguing and bickering against one another.”
“Nyet, we all agreed to the Uniting Hand Accordance of the UN. They will come.”
“Whatever, what about missiles? How many left?”
“The four Sovremmeny said they still have more than twenty Cruise Missiles in the tube. Also, the Flagship Ded Moroz is near the shores, she still has all Twenty tubes closed. That’s more than a hundred missiles priyom.”
“Affirmative, I suggest you pray for us comrade Admiral. We’ll be respawning back at Geraldia.”
The Captain angrily puts the handset down. He grabs his AK-74M and heads back out, he’s surprised that everyone was outside his tent. Looking at him with tired and sleepy eyes with many slouched from the challenging day. One of the Lieutenants stepped up with his hands up.
“Yes comrade Lieutenant.”
“Your orders, Captain.”
“...” He takes a deep breath.
“Get the bulldozers and tanks, plow out the field surrounding us and pile up the bodies. The Snowstorm is dying down. Tonight I’m sure it's gonna be clean, use it to clear out the surroundings. Take the Fourth Engineering Company with you and replant all mines, those of the Third Tank Brigade, ditch Armor Piercing, only carry High Explosives and High Explosive Anti Tank. Spetsnaz, wait at the landing pad for the General, he’ll be arriving. Other squad leaders, in the tent. I’ll be reorganizing everyone.”
The crowd quickly comes to life, following his orders, the men take the B10M2-S Armored Bulldozers and start plowing the surroundings, many piles are erected, some reaching twenty feet high. As the Dozers worked, the Engineers with their Sappers planted more Anti Infantry mines. A demolition squad suddenly exited the base and started digging holes, planting plastic explosives around the bases perimeter.
After hours of labour, the Sun was lowering from the East and the beautiful winter sunset was disturbed as three Mi-24P Hinds with four Mi-8MTVs in a Vee formation appeared. The Spetsnaz team eagerly awaited for the General at the four helipads of the base, located in its middle. The Hinds landed with their commanding officer in full combat uniform, guarded by Spetsnaz troops wearing all Black Gorka’s with the same 6B47 they were wearing but with a Riot Helmet Glass. The General quickly approaches the Wolf Team's squad leader.
“Amazing work comrade.”
“All in the day's schedule sir.”
“Haha! Humor is good! Keep it up! Today, we’ll become like the Heroes of World War Two. Till the end, we shall stand strong!”
“Of course comrade General.” Wolf’s squad leader makes a snappy salute.
The high ranking man quickly sends his men to the walls, and others to defend the frontgate. The entire base had patches of Demon blood scattered on the Tents, vehicles and ground. He could even see remains of the Hellspawns' human-like legs stuck on the walls. Flesh and limbs were also everywhere, it was a perfect horror scene that no movie or game could recreate.
The Night came and work was nonstop. Choppers continually came in and out, dropping supplies and explosives. They’re putting down all they have as they know, tomorrow is gonna get even worse. The players operating the B10M2-S Armored Dozers had to eat their dinner inside it, continually cleaning and plowing the fields while the Engineers happily celebrated as Flamethrowers got airdropped via Mi-8. It was Soviet Era LPO-50s which they used to burn more piles of corpses.
Wolf team was inside the base, helping move ammo to the walls, various RPGs and heavy machine gun boxes were piled underneath the scaffolding while piling as much as the metal could handle on top. The MSTU Twin 12.7mm Dshk Heavy Machine Guns on the four guard towers were replaced and cleaned while the heavily used ones were placed inside the base to provide killing alleys.
Even though being a General, he didn’t shy away from helping around. Moving ammo boxes and mortar shells and even driving the Urals around to help supply the walls faster and clean out the axles of the tanks. His proactive nature increased the morale of the men, knowing that this ragtag force has a dependable General with them.
The Morning slowly came, Ka-27s from the Sovremenny ships were sent to patrol further through the horizon and count enemy numbers. Songbird was one of them, flying over the FoB and straight West of Stalinium.
“Da Kapitan. I’m about a mile from the Forward Operating Base. Still clear over.”
The small scout helicopter quietly flies along the winter wonderland, vast openness with patches of forestry here and there. After Ten more miles, he finally arrives at the mountains. It was clean at first, but as he got a kilometer in, he realized the mountainside was completely covered with Demons. The light snow that came with the morning buried them, he immediately contacts the Kapitan 1st Rank and requests artillery fire missions.
“Y-yes! The entire mountain side! They're everywhere!”
As if to hear the approaching rotors, the ground around the base of the mountain rumbled like a giant was awakening. The Monsters wake up and the entire white snowy side of the mountain turns black from the giant numbers of Hellspawns. Even worse was Troglodytes appeared, with dull Swords. He uses the Ka-27 2A47 30mm autocannons to dogfight them. Knowing he can’t retreat, he stayed fighting the flying horde of little monsters. Shells from the Kirov and four Sovremenny destroyers quickly hit the ground after a minute, he then corrects their trajectory to the front of the approaching army whilst shooting more of the flying demons.
“Captain, you’ve heard the word.”
“Yes, General! ALL MEN TO THE WALLS! LOCK AND LOAD!”
Everyone scrambled, after a short rest, they’re back at it again on the wall of the base. There’s more men on the Western wall as they know that’s where the bulk always arrive. Back at the mountains, the Kamov Ka-27 Scout helicopter was slowly getting surrounded.
“Yes! Move it Fifty meters North from the previ- Гребаные идиоты! Songbird to Kapitan! I’ll be RTB! I’ve spent all my ammo!”
“Affirmative Songbird. The Kapitan says a bottle of Beer awaits you.”
“Ahahaha! Roger that!”
The Pilot quickly tilts the helicopter and gains speed. His chopper flew over the sea of Demonic creatures on the ground unbeknownst to the Pilot that a large shadow was slowly encroaching upon his Scout Naval Helicopter. He looked at the Pilot side mirror and could see a large Dragon which turned into an arrow as it dived towards his tail boom.
“Oi blya-” before finishing the word, his chopper was completely destroyed by the small dragon. Going through the top of his rotors and down through the belly of the chopper taking him with it.
“Songbird!?”
“Kapitan!”
“I know. What does the radar say?”
“There’s way too many flying objects to make a statement.”
A sailor then barges in.
“Songbird’s crew has respawned at the makeshift Church below decks!”
On the Western wall, the ground slowly shakes once again, intensifying as the horizon becomes dark from the Demon army approaching. The shaking got so bad that tupperware and objects on the table started falling. Inside the Comms Tent, one of the Radio Operators inserts a cord from his Walkman to the Base Intercom system.
“Let’s see if this works.”
The bases speakers play Vera Lynn - We’ll Meet Again, as the song slowly plays, one of the soldier shouts “URRRAAA!!!” raising his AK-74M to the skies, everyone followed, screaming as the Horde stepped into their minefield, prompting them to open fire with everything they got.
“We’ll Meet Again…”
Casings quickly fill the scaffolding as the Demonic wave continually walks to their landmines, getting ever so closer like a tide slowly rising. The 2K22s aim high, shooting down the Troglodytes and hitting the Undead Dragon, its weakened scales weren’t able to stop the 30mm rounds coming at it at 5,000 Rounds Per Minute. Slowly, all sides of the base were once again covered by enemies. The mines did their job but it was merely a way to stem their numbers as the main horde arrived, crushing everything on its path.
“Don’t Know Where…”
As the undead army hits the wall, the Captain of the base orders the explosives to blow.
“FIRST LINE DETONATING! TAKE COVER!”
The entire perimeter Two Hundred meters around the base explodes, the bodies of the Demons flying high and blood splattering everywhere as the ground rises from the underground explosives. The explosions gave them time to reload and take aim once again as the horde continued to seep to the bases perimeter.
“Don’t Know When…”
Eight Mi-24V and P Hinds all carrying 128 S-8 HE Unguided Missiles missile pods underneath its four pylons supported by another eight Mi-8MTV-3s carrying 192 S-8 HEs approach from the East, firing its rockets five hundred meters away. They perform rounds, firing as much as they can. The Pilots bird's eye view could see the horde reaching all the way back to the mountains.
“But I Know We’ll Meet Again Some Sunny Day…”
Cruise Missiles then pierce through the clouds, lighting up the mountainside, Artillery then followed, barraging the surroundings of the base as more and more came. Some of the Hinds were later shot down by overwhelming numbers of Troglodytes, though only armed with Swords, Bows and Lances, they still were able to do damage by suicidally flying into the tail rotor and diving into the cockpit glass multiple times, weakening it and then cracking the glass.
“Keep Smiling Through…”
One of the Mi-24V Hinds spots two more Undead Dragons escorted by Demonic Hippogriffs approaching the base, the Pilot and Gunner sees that the remaining three Hinds were busy taking on the Troglodytes, making the decision to take them on. The Pilot swiftly tilts the helicopter but not too much as to prevent his Gunner from not pivoting its Yak-b 12.7 Tri Barrel Gatling gun.
“Just Like You Do…”
The Gatling guns barrel spins and shoots down the Black colored Hippogriffs and Troglodytes that was on the way, the Dragons quickly spot the large armored Soviet Helicopter and hovers to fire its deadly breath. Knowing this, the Pilot levels his chopper, shooting rockets into it and blowing it open and swiftly Yaw the rotorcraft to the right, just as its fire breath was about to reach the chopper did it blow up from his rockets.
“‘Till The Blue Skies Drive The Dark Clouds Away…”
Celebrating, he turns the helicopter around just for it to get pierced by a Gleaming Black Sword. It entered the tail, punching through it and into the engine. Losing power immediately, the Pilot was unable to recover, crashing straight down to the horde after a violent graveyard spiral.
“So Will You Please Say Hello...”
The soldiers holding the wall slowly crumble as the overwhelming numbers start to get to them and the players get staked by the Hellspawns crab-like legs. The Spetsnaz on the other hand started using Fire Magic and Curses, inflicting AoE debuffs, but even that wasn’t enough as more poured through.
“DETONATE THE SECOND LINE!” No one answers the Captain, he looks to the direction of the soldier holding the Clacker and notices that his head has been pierced by one of the Hellspawns. The soldiers around him were so busy shooting that they didn’t even notice.
“To The Folks that I Know…”
He crouches and takes the Clacker from the dead soldier. Clicking it and detonating the second line, the ground four hundred meters away from the base explodes, sending more of the horde to the skies. The horde was slowly getting thinned out, as more artillery arrived, it looks like they have hope of surviving another day.
“Tell Them I Won’t Be Long…”
They kept firing and firing, after what seemed hours which was only minutes, they could see the tail end of the horde. Prompting them to fight harder, the remaining Engineers rushed to the Armored Dozers as the tanks defending the front gate ran out of ammo. They use themselves as a makeshift wall, stopping the Demons from just running into the base. Back at the ships, the makeshift Churches were getting overwhelmed with respawning players. Though they want to go back, the lack of Helicopters prevents them, making the Officers instead opting to let them rest and prepare for a second round in the near future,
“They’ll Be Happy To Know…”
As the last of the helicopters fell, their Air support was completely cut. The Hellspawns and Ghouls remaining were high level ones, able to tank 7.62s and even take cover and dodge, rendering their AKs useless. One of them notices the Guard Towers with Twin Dshk were able to kill them, prompting the mangled mismash of bodies to ram into the supports, using the piles of dead Demons to jump straight into its middle section, weakening the structure as it bit into the steel. The players tried to shoot it, but it was too late. The Northwestern Guard Tower shakes violently, the people operating the machine guns on top still firing as more Beasts ram into their tower.
“That As You Saw Me Go…”
“Hail of Aziel’s Fire.” Bright orbs of fire appear from the mountains, it then shoots large beams into the FoB. The men on the wall notice the long arrow of fire headed towards them, some cast shields while some take cover behind sandbags and trenches, digging themselves in. The fire engulfs the entire base, completely leveling it and then the air combusts, destroying whatever remains.
“Well, that was easy. Couldn’t believe all that Demons weren't able to overrun them though.” The young blonde man with a kind voice makes his bat wings appear, flying to the remains of the base. He is followed by another young man in a blue Victorian officer trousers and hat with a silver feather. They land on the entrance, noticing the baked Armored Dozers with one of its drivers burnt in his place, attempting to climb down the ladder and take cover. Slowly, some of the less damaged bodies turn into Mana. Disappearing, while the completely burnt ones stayed. Completely devoid of any life force to be converted.
“Look at this one! He died posing like a baby!” The handsome well built blonde youngster in the white noble tuxedo and tailcoat laughs at one of the soldiers who died in a fetal position inside a sandbag cover near the gate. His AK-74M and body armor are still letting off vapors of steam from the heat. He lifts his bleach white cape, preventing it from touching the muddy corpses of the soldiers that held the line to their end. The two curiously looked at their equipment and devices. Deeply troubled that these otherworldly humans have one upped them in technology.
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*Photo of Wolf Squadron at the secretive Dark World VR Arms Expo, showcasing their rendition of the Ratnik armor.