The long yellow plains sighed in the wind, shifting and moving in silence. The many caves and holes that dotted the long savannahs held homes for many of the long necked white-red creatures that resided here, and the thin brown ape-like creatures that hunted them. The thin grasses hid me and my hunter squad from the occasional Alliance patrols. Their battle mounts patrolled the area frequently. Just then another passed through the area. The runner riding the strange beast seemed distracted and tired. The creature he was riding was far more dangerous looking though. It had four mammal-like legs, with four large leathery wings, four yellowy reptilian eyes, with a dolphin-like furry head, and a long spiked tail. It was patrolling the area voraciously. It didn’t see us, however, passed far too close for comfort. About five minutes after it passed by, we began to run at top speeds, with us being hidden by the tall grasses. The tall creatures that lived here paid us no mind, allowing us the privilege of not having to choose to startle the animals, alerting them to our possible position, or, going much slower. We melted into the grasses, and lost ourselves in the time as we ran. Our mission was simple, destroy the most powerful military base we had knowledge of. We were quite close now, and we couldn’t afford the luxury of letting our stealth slip, or slow down any. There were 20 of us, and we were the one of the best three squadrons, an we were made up of pure legends. Me and Sulf were there, but we were the only originals. All of us wore Ammit-Class power armor. We had Baku-Type genetic mods, held Lavellan guns, and felt like total badasses as we tore through the grass, and as long as I had been geared up with shit this powerful, I don’t think it is possible for me not to feel that way. The Ammit-Class was cool-looking, extending about two inches from my body, with every molecule useful. It had a thin layer of powerful layered neutronium, an extremely large and tightly connecting element found rarely anywhere other than neutron stars and thankfully actually harvestable. It was part of a hard, pointy, and really dangerous grass-looking fungus. It was being grown industrially, but still wasn’t making enough. They didn’t skimp, but there still was not enough to go around, so many didn’t have suits yet. It could take a PR(pocket railgun) point blank, without a scratch. Then, to counteract the immense gravity it would bring, we had anti-gravs hidden throughout our suits. We experienced ½ grav while in it, making us far more agile. However, whenever not in missions, we had opted to have them at 4x grav, making us far stronger and faster in the lower grav. We had the latest plasma thrusters in our boots, elbows, shoulders, elbows, and hands. Time it right, and while running you could push on the feet-equipped ones and go far faster than normal. Well placed mechanical joints also far-boosted our general speed and strength, allowing for some intense hand to hand. And as if that wasn’t enough we had mag boots, grappling hooks, and large shoulder mounted AV(anti-vehicle) that blew apart most anything. And then when you added on the AI partner you had ingrained into the suit, and you were in for a tough time if you tried to fight these. And of course my friends and I had the next-gen genetic combat mods, that of the Baku-class. With much better physical capabilities of all kinds, being much smarter and having many other variables, one would wonder whether or not we were still human. The Baku was unique due to it being highly customizable. You always had the most muscle gaining biology possible, and you always had slight touches to your body structure that made you faster, lighter, whatever. However I had also done a few other things to myself, like no hair other than that on top of my head, and multiple clear eyelids that let me see in infrared, x-ray, heat vision, night vision, and also, just one that let me see underwater. I also had gained electro-sensitivity, which was a sort of sixth sense that allowed me to sense things within 12 meters. On top of all of this, we had all gone with faster reflexes and better senses.

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We continued to run, and run, and run. Claw mountain came into view, with the grasses beginning to thin. We transitioned into a sprint for the next 30 minutes, reaching a cave just in time and getting some cover before the next patrol came by. “Damn,” whispered Lii. I gripped my Lavellans tightly. They weren’t guns in the traditional sense looking more like halo energy swords. The ‘blades’ were the charged rods used for the railgun, and also held some ammo. They had additional ammo cartridges as well, and fired through the gap. They were lighter, smaller, had more ammo, packed a bigger punch, and could be dual wielded. They were however semi-automatic so not the same insane firing rate, but precision more than made up for it.

“We should rest here. It’s as safe as we’re going to get, and we’ll take turns standing watch.” Suggested Helian.

“Great idea!” Sulf responded. Everyone began to pack up. We’d fight tomorrow.