I never left that elevator, but I can still feel something with me, the darkness bears on me. Common to Vampires never needing the light it’s oppressive now as I’m stuck within a tube, so quickly was I corralled to where the rest of the 144,000 were. I faced no direct reprimand.
Likely wherever we were being sent was punishment enough.
Fracturia was the words that slid across the interior of my visor as against my will it flickered to life.
Like an optical illusion, I felt as if I was in a theatre gazing upon a grand presentation, in reality I was still uncomfortably squished into a metallic thin metal coffin shaped like a pill.
My eyes grazed over the data I’d been given again, and again since I’d been shoved inside brushing past docking where lesser castes were set out to deploy.
I thought we were special.
I remember the pain and suffering of our training vividly, I didn’t see reverence or respect in their eyes, only fear and disdain, often both together when they set sights on me.
This was something I immediately noticed.
Go figure.
I’d always imagined Krul had been chosen. He hated us because he was hard on us. Jealous, maybe it was isolated, but the vis-stasi hated us just as much nearing deployment as in the city.
I remember often how those castes constantly looked down on me and degraded those like me.
It’s having me clenching my fists tightly
There is hardly the sound of anything other than the shifting mechanisms of the silo I was placed into.
We hadn’t trained for this, it was obvious what was going to happen to me, I didn’t bother taking otherwise.
I was last to arrive, I set out to meet Arianne, I wasn’t sure if the others were in similar positions, but with the way I could feel something through the immeasurable layers upon layers of dark-steel bulkheads stuck with me.
‘I’m going to break out of this death-pod and ‘bring death’ I feel myself going stir crazy.’ I say in mind before I hear her.
I know it’s Saiyah…. No one else keeps me tied down well, besides Arianne. But it has me questioning if my connection with Saiyah is supernatural.
She knocks two more times, quick and I can sense the anger in it, it’s to my right in the darkness.
She’s fuming I didn’t respond; she just knows I’m in the pod. I’m questioning how she could know I was slotted into the silo beside her.
The ship was noisy enough–.
Clang!
I’m on auto-pilot as my right-hand impacts the thin disposable wall of this pod twice, but doing so to reply only has me to come to greater worry...
My hand went through the steel giving an awful screech and clang as my hand hit the bulk of the ship’s silo, it’s as if I tore through paper!
I don’t scramble despite everything urging me to begin panicking, unsure if this death pod would even work.
They want me to insert to orbit in this….
I consider feeling the bulkhead, having to lean over, as I touch the outer part of my death pod (self-named)
I realized immediately this silo is big enough for a guided weapon.
Cruise missiles, Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles We’d learned a lot in Shocktrooper Academy, I thank Krul even as heh- Cruel and unusual as he was, he told me things I hadn’t learned even from Yervandal.
It pauses, my thoughts that is the very mechanisms that bring them forth slow up. I hadn’t even realized it, but Victor did.
Victor was fast, faster than me.
This ability–this thing I have, he was learning it faster than me.
I can feel the ship I’m in, I am wired in a sense to it.
It’s massive, bigger than the city I was born in, yet it’s hardly even a carrier, stretching for miles upon miles, large enough to house the army I saw walking in from the space-elevator.
What the hell…we’re above the planet.
I can see the screens flow through my mind, the currents and data entering my head are numbers, signs I easily translate.
Every bit of the data is a 1 and a 0.
Like always.
Victor is reading it.
Yes-no-yes-no.
That’s how the data is input, insignificant and small to the ignorant, technology was binary to me and it’s all I could sense and feel.
They were already above the planet, and it felt like no time at all. I can read an output of their sudden jump, 10 light-years in an instant from New Persia…my home...won’t see it again likely.
[‘TERROR-SPACE JUMP COMPLETE’]
It’s what finally flashes through my mind, the output is so strong I feel as if I’m linked with my helmet.
I confirm his glancing up and the imagery of the data in my mind is displayed In front of me, purplish bold with a tint of red.
The death pod rumbles, it’s loud due to me puncturing it, I settle in but I’m left vibrating heavily, I can feel gears turning, I lurch as if the pod slides down, I can see few sparks from the hole I left in it.
I’m in a thin steel pill within a ballistic weapon’s silo, if my father could see me now, he’d weep.
Arianne would cry, but maybe I would cry with her. I can’t feel the pre-battle excitement, I feel void.
Like those bits of footage displayed by and of Vis-Stasi, I can’t share the wide smiles they had prepping for a fight.
They enjoy the violence, but such doesn’t come to me.
But I do not worry about lacking such fervor I am sure all the 144,000 have a similar countenance I have in this thin pod accompanied by the ambient hum of the ship's spinal engines, I’m very assured of it.
Bitter, Sour discontent.
common in humans and vampires, excitement and naivety of the battle, it doesn’t come to me.
Maybe I know too much...
I can feel his blood start to boil, he’s thinking of Arianne, of home…of them.
I have no warmth even I’m undead yet still… I feel what is like glaciers form at my feet and fingers, making me tense with scorching pain akin to how humans described frostbite
Is it fear?
I can’t fear. Not now…
I shake at the sensation of the tube buckling, my breath is being stolen from me…it’s as if all the air has left the silo.
They opened my silo in orbit…They opened mine first.
I’m not strong enough, I don’t have the mind for what’s to come.
So, my eyes closed, I’m not Aleph now, soon I’ll be Victor I need to be someone else…I can’t be me…I can’t be human... I can’t
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\\ Fracturia 3049 August\\
I’m Victor now…I must be.
I can feel that ship lurch and my pod make the jump.
Shards of heavy metal erupted all around me washing me and armor in an ocean of scratches I couldn’t hear being made.
It was rapid and violent.
My pod burst early due to the damage I inflicted with the hole I punctured, I’m above and hurtling in toward a planet glowing with violet lights.
Falling from orbit out of a sea of stars.
Fracturia…is it?
I can see a greyish planet engulfed in brutal violence, it’s a vast metropolis covering the surface in grand degrees I can see some of the skyscrapers even as I hurtle in from orbit, I’m enough distance for this trip to have taken longer had I not been shot out.
I maintained much of the velocity and only began to fall faster– and faster.
My eyes scour around and in the sea of stars, I can make out pods parallel to my left and to my right.
KAT-THUNK
No sound but a vibration, it's hot and I can feel the heat through my armor, it doesn’t dissipate at all for a while as I hurtle toward the surface.
High-velocity projectiles of pure energy bright pink spheres with tails violently shoot for me at me.
I hold a shout of pain as my entire being is engulfed and a fire rages on me along with my re-entry burn, I’m heating up and the armor is doing nothing to cool me, just contain me.
I can almost hear fire rip through the air, but not toward me.
Toward the distant pods of them,
Saiyah! Asaph! Anna!
I’m unable to evade myself, I’m focusing on hindering the pain of being scorched as my armor burns red hot. Aleph is too weak; his pain is double that of any human!
Less than a human–!
I shut my eyes for a moment before glancing as the heat dies down yet I’m still burning in.
The color of the atmosphere and sky is circling around me as I’m reaching into the atmosphere of the planet, and I can almost hear wind in the environment of low oxygen.
My eyes frantically whip around sometimes taking my whole head to get a view.
I’m not safe even dropping in so suddenly at this velocity, they had us zoned in the moment this ship came into orbit...
They must’ve predicted that we would be launched like this.
Static scrambles my ears as I can almost hear the voices of all 144,000 but it’s so distorted we have to be subject to jamming. Or radiation-based interference.
Titanic vessels of immense size slug each other brutally with powerful and large projectiles, my eyes can clearly see them go at speed on par with light, and beams of energy slice cleanly through vessels.
Among vessels that aren’t Purple, that are not of my people, my Empire.
I see strange vessels, arrayed in black and white, a primary arrangement of black with milky white, brutalist vessels bordering on large boxes, fist-shaped as if to punch into atmospheres.
They are strange having weapons concealed in humps on the armor plating coating the ships, I launched from a destroyer and knew from the Academy the power a Vampiric ship could lash a vessel with.
I watched such dramatic power in the form of a darkish beam purple with an outlining hue of abyssal black glance off a mechra ship.
Two of theirs returned fire, projectiles barely the size of most of the shells we were launching.
I was illuminated by a bright purplish fireball above me from the ship I’d descended from, parts of it flew faster than I could perceive with my mind, fireballs accompanying our descent down.
Like light they shoot down impacting the surface.
This is going to get bad. No this is going to be bad! I do nothing to comfort myself. I need to understand I’m going in.
Low Intel. Low support.
And among them is a moon– but it moves, it’s long, tilts and dwarfs a great deal of the surface of this large planet–
No that’s a ship!
It is the flagship of our enemy…. The Mechra.
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I see what thousands of tiny dots must be shooting back and forth like a hive of insects toward the planet and back from it.
Dropships…. This is going to be bad. That many….I’ve heard of massive battles when man had touched the stars, but that’s just too many of those are dropships…–no I know those are dropships–!
My worries are amplified as I’m struck unable to change angle due to sheer velocity, a laser domes me from the surface, as I break through a cloud hurtling in as I catch fire.
I feel heat intensify on me, but nothing is too foreign compared to the heat that engulfed me when I donned this armor. I’m tilting back as if the laser had kinetic force behind it.
Something solid hits my armor with a CLACK-CRUSH I feel bits of the parts holding my helmet together shatter as It cuts apart in the atmosphere.
The surface of this world is scorched by bright pinkish spheres of energy, detonations bordering on nuclear in size as I see it swallow bits of the continent from so high up.
I hurtle down toward one of them as it dissipates into a cloud of white smoke, the surface under it a crater and the grounds stained white as if the very fabric of being below had been vaporized into nothingness.
The entire world’s sky is being drowned out in clouds of white ash as I come down, obscuring my view of the orbital engagement.
I hear the wind, it’s like an avalanche rushing by my ears, a thundering sonic boom as I break in close, I tightly ball together to protect my equipment.
The fireball dissipated and I hit the ground, it was a short moment as I touched and it was like electricity as I finally hit the ground and I not as Victor surprise myself, Aleph. –no I..
No, I’m surprising him, I’m not Aleph.
I surprised him, Aleph!
I rebounded the moment I struck the ground; I had my equipment on me.
It’d been rattled all the while and withstood the heat just as I knew my armor would, it has me wonder if the method of equipping it and scorching my flesh past the abilities of my regeneration to make me wear it Was for situations like this.
But that ended quickly, I got three things in the plan.
Rally, Regroup, Reorganize.
I have the worst place of all, even as I stray far from being Aleph, I share his one weakness inherited.
I can’t let them down.
I’m in dirt, I struck with the force of thunder, and an explosion back into the air and onto my feet, I skip like a stone twenty no–! Fifteen miles.
I see nothing but what has to be humanoids in the distance, but I can’t sense a heartbeat, and I smell no blood.
Machines.
I can hear their steps speedily approaching me…I haven’t encountered the Mechra yet, my finger taps my rifle as I wrench it from my back,
Tugging a sling made of malleable metals that bend as reliably as a simple leather strap.
I can sense it; my mind is cloudy.
I almost forgot to regroup, so my eyes quickly scan and spot in the sky, mentally working with my helmet, I can feel it invade my mind.
VLIR is the name of it, as it lives inside my visor, and I am quickly working with it to track trajectory.
Mountains surround me, cities all around, I’m in cratered ruins of one, with the ambient sound of gunfire, likely thermonuclear detonations by mushroom clouds quickly rising and what I now am presuming to be the destructive weapons of the Mechra.
Anti-matter charges.
Thunk thunk.
The Mechra is fast, faster than any machine that could still readily match me in close quarters back on New Persia.
I wrestled most of my equipment into place but wasn’t prepared–! They cleared distance, killing it faster than I could think, and I usually thought as fast as possible.
I’m struck twice, and I can feel the force of the impact cause us both to sink into the ground, massive, armored machine struck my head, with such force sparks fly and I can feel heat generated.
Winds pick up and howl as a shockwave wraps and doubles fifteen feet around us twice.
I lived. Albeit if I was human this would’ve turned my insides too mush!
I recovered faster than it can resume attack, it closed distance rather than capitalize on its range. A big mistake!
I’m in darkness, no problem for me as a Vampire but I thank God that I am cursed to be as I am now just to win this fight that I may live another day.
I turn to a light that switches on and rapidly illuminates me, pinkish, it’s cut off just as soon as it shines on me.
Planted into a weird visor built like a misshapen cross, glass bordering on the strength of heavy armored metals, I nearly crushed my gauntlet and hand just to wrestle through with that punch.
My body tenses, I can sense electrical currents, five sources with enough to power a city twice over.
My head snaps.
Five more lights–I don’t need a flashlight or night vision I can see in the dark, they’re huge, even bigger than the one I just fought, this is not good!
I’ve got my attention on five, they’re taller than me, far above seven-foot-seven, each one has an arm mounted with a cannon–It’s humanoid to such a degree it’s a machine segmented like an insect, with curves.
The segmented portions likeness of a ribcage, jostling up and down not fully attached as they sprint for me.
It must work as armor!
I can sense the machines, I feel them in the ground, this ability I’m imbued with is giving me double an advantage over my vampiric seventh sense.
Three more! -Three more behind.
I fired a burst of rounds from my VK-419.
Each round rockets out with force and sound akin to an explosion, rapid and immediate.
Purplish high blazes from the end of my rifle, rounds pound the dirt merely by traveling above, a trail and blast wave.
I watch five figures fall as heads burst into sparks and metal, whilst I hear thuds behind me
They which had been moving at speeds comparable to an armored car hit the ground their ribcage armor broken my my Viper Shells rocketed off, they struck dirt and kid,
impacting bits of ruins that had somehow survived or been unearthed by whatever weapon was used on the surface, turning structures of concrete into powdered clouds that traveled with their tumbling bodies.
Thunderous booms roared around me, as I finally realized the peculiarity of their design, as I watched a body land not far off something strange ooze from it.
They’re ultra utilitarian despite a design that boders on ceremonial, the pseudo ribcage– Its armor!
I’m slamming my foot into the ground– dirt and rocks kick up, stones fly by clattering by at the force of my evasion
I’m swinging my torso forwards closing in on the dirt beneath, blazing heat like sun flies over my back.
Missed swing– but too close!
The machine is sinking into the ground, massive and heavy its sheer weight felt in the dirt around us, even debris in the massive crater we’re in is powdered as it takes steps to readjust and try and get another swing off on me.
I throw my rifle up toward the arm that comes into my Peripheral, it takes strength to throw it off course, I can hear a whirr, a guttural whine from the machine.
It’s second arm is coming for me whilst I turn, and two others come, they’re different.
These ones are much smaller, about my size exactly, bulkier albeit and more wide as they are tall.
Blades atop their arms extended, I can see collapsible portions of it as it swings over my head
Swiftly forcing myself back in an awkward bend.
Watching metal wipe cleanly off my helmet.
They know how to go for the head and have blades hotter than the crucible which forged my armor-damn!
I rise with a swing of the buttstock of my rifle, using it like a paddle to slam into the chin-piece of its humanoid head.
I see what is like a secondary casing and helmet open as the machine screeches, I already turned my rifle around and planted two rounds quickly.
I move fast, counter-charging the other two machines, I throw myself into it.
My head shooting in every direction looking for cover–It’s too obvious more machines are coming.
This is getting bad!
The machine is not only strong enough to catch me but nearly throw me to the ground, I stumble off side, losing grip of my weapon, clattering against my abdomen as a blade comes for me.
In the dark, surrounded, alone, without communication.
My mind burns with rage– I throw a fist as the blade sails for my head, swiftly catching the arm as I lance over to the machine, merely a few feet away the second is on me.
I can’t give a strike into this one’s visor.
I’m forced to duck back as it nearly cleaves my torso in half.
I’m being assailed by two machines, they get fast, faster than I can see for a moment before my eyes adjust.
I’m weaving left-right, my mind acting up, their arms move with such speed I can see fire trail on their blades, they’re precise, they picked up on it!
They picked up on my movements, I can barely get a fist in!
I cut the bladework with my gun, grabbing my sling, planting barrel ahead and firing toward both!
Damn-!
They hold the blades out like a shield, blocking VIPER rounds.
Those blades are too durable.
I’m in a crater alone.
Thud thud.
I can hear more marching, I fire into them, throw my feet into the ground and hop backwards, dashing as fast as I can a few good meters.
I can sense more machines, I know their inner-workings, it’s like we are soul-tied as they march toward me.
[Command-Entity-Spotted] I see in my mind as if I have a copy of their script.
It’s like their inner workings are relayed to my mind our armor lacks personalization and they immediately isolated me as primary lead.
I’m surrounded by blades, more of them come out swinging, I can see heads and blades pop out bits of what looks like the underground sewer system that just barely survived the apocalyptic bombing
Massive pipes where they begin to flow out!
I got to frag the bastards!
“Grah!” I clutch my gun tightly as I duck and roll yet fail to be able to remain stationary enough to land more shots
Too many are coming! This thought is mixed by me narrowly avoiding five more blades moving at a speed faster than any bullet I’ve evaded.
It has me thinking of all the times Yervandal cut me apart with a blade for months, has me working harder than even that training, has me fighting harder than I ever thought I could.
This is taking everything we have!
I can’t imagine what the others are going through, isolated, fighting an enemy we’ve got no intel on, as far as I know, I’m being surrounded and even if I make it out we only have the objective of smashing the enemy's surface side.
I can’t make an escape, but I see an opening amidst the horde of machines rushing into the crater.
I begin to dash uphill but am being stopped.
They’re too fast, too maneuverable, these ones are smaller than the first few I engaged but are maneuverable, lithe. These are unlike any of the machines I encountered in training, I can’t even hope to compare the machines we use to these ones.
Their bladework immediately adjusts every time I evade, I’m forced to switch up, I’m pushing my undead body to limits even Vampires have, twisting unnaturally.
My armor is heavy, yet it hardly slows me down–But it doesn’t need to.
The weight of this fight has me nearly hurtling to the ground as I’m knocked down by a machine, twin blades strike near my head.
Too close–!
This can’t possibly be right, but I know it is, I think back to the brutality of our training, I haven’t even been told half of what I truly am.
You’d need to be a one-person army to survive even one of these things, and that’s exactly what I have to be. I’m fighting to live up to what is required to survive!
First engagement and I’m assured I’m going to die.
It’s up to me, I must stop thinking, utilizing everything I’ve been taught.
I lean into it, it’s primal, yet far from human so I cling to it.
War.
I trailblaze dashing and firing whilst maneuvering
I can see them adjust block and deflect rounds with those blades, even the explosive nature and plasma payload of a Viper round couldn’t destroy those blades
I’m no longer worried I can account for this!
I prioritize any machine going for my rear flank, they sprint down into the massive town-house sized crater after me and have their visor caved in.
It’s something that tests the limits of my undead flesh and the armor surrounding, it’s tough to break through, I’ve dismantled machines with my fists before but they’re something else entirely!
Compounded with how fast they adapt, how I some almost weave my punches even if I get unpredictable with technique in tense CQC.
They are immediately reading every movement, every decision, they seem to adjust mechanically and internally to such a degree they account for the flap of a butterfly’s wings, its every second.
I can hear an ambient hum each time they do, they’re fast.
I can read it immediately, they’re a hivemind of machines…
That’s not enough to kill me! My fist clenches
I can already anticipate regardless of this connection I have to machines they try to relay new technique and blade work on those looking to flank me. It’s not predictable it’s elementary.
I give sporadic gunfire knowing it’ll be avoided, but I utilize the full capability of my body.
Throwing my fist back into any of them that seek to round behind me.
My fist cleaves into the visor of five machines looking to get sneaky!
One gives a mechanical roar its visor light coming on.
Amid a battlefield a clean white robot with black primary markings, adorned like a religious servant launches at me
Others pursue me going further than a simple sprint then swing,
they leaped at me, I avoided the blade, but I evaded into another, a blade caught the opening my leg armor, nearly slicing my leg off.
I grunt, Aleph would’ve screamed, glad that I take fold glad I am in control I can recover from this pain doesn’t weigh me down like it does to him, I have to take control of him I was made for this to supplement his weakness–his humanity.
Fire burns my flesh, the pain is greater than anything experienced, its hot enough to be plasma or at least I’m sure it is and yet does not cauterize the wound
sending a burst of blood out of the open wound as the open wound explodes from heat and pressure!
I’m not Aleph, I’m not Aleph!
The pain torments me.
I can sense the machines, but my mind is overloaded, this ability has limits.
I know this because there’s twenty-more!
I’m locked in!
The machines are fast, I know this as I reload it takes only a second to eject and pound in another sixty-round mag from one of the storage bases on my armor.
It takes them less than half that to close the distance again from more than fifteen feet.
The large clearing of this crater is filled with the bodies of machines and only now I realize I’ve been piling them to the top.
I’m nearly at the end of them but they keep coming.
Blades swinging faster than speeding-bullets, metallic chassis that takes an uncomfortable amount of damage before the payload of the Viper shell finishes them off.
24x154mm leaves shell casings scattered beneath my feet, my barrel smoking.
I can’t be bothered to try and provide space and distance to use my fist, too slow to use a gun.
I’m swinging wildly in a blaze of fury-!
I’m moving faster than I can think to offset the speed they throw their blades, my fists are pounding metal, sparks are flying at the velocity they strike, and as my fist caves in, I’m still hurtling to the next.
Maneuvering from target to target as my fist cleans through targets..-! They’re just targets…..
But I sense something else amidst the chaos, this unique sense of machines.
[PRIMARY DIRECTIVE – INITIATE PROCESS DEFEND TOWER]
“Defend tower.” I’m muttering that aloud it has me shaken enough that I can sense what is going on through the hivemind, for a moment I’m split.
I’ve never seen it before until now, it was tangible as if I could see it but it’s floating in my face even as I close my eyes.
Script revealing, they are trying to do something awful–It’s like revelation as my hand crosses into the machinery of one of these machines.
I feel what is like millions of eyes scattering on me, before my mind is forced out and I’m stumbling.
What the hell is a Quantum Crisis.
I pause long enough to be impaled by a blade swiftly.
Damn–! There was only one–Left! I’d fought my way out with my bare hands, covered in metallic debris, my armor scorched black from the internal mechanisms of these machines exploding onto me.
It’s strong enough to lift me, even as I weigh enough to start compressing into the dirt around me if I stand still too long.
It’s as if time has slowed.
I can see the machine, the screen.
-
I glance up, a smoke clearing, the remains of our fleet above, a painful screech hurtles from me as this blade goes deeper, and I begin to slide down.
I’m–Dying!
This can’t be it!
I’m about to be sawed in half.
I wrestle every ounce of my strength, and bring both hands onto the blade, my fingers cleaving off and parts of my gauntlet sliced apart, hot slag and scorched soldering flesh is left.
No no no no no!
I’m at my end, I paused for a moment, my mind danced too far into the workings of these machines, I got sloppy! Overworked...
I try to muster up what’s left.
My body pulsed and the heat of the blade cut off, the strength of this machine’s blade, which allowed it to withstand the rounds, it was an energy blade.
I catch myself on this blade as it stopped on my flesh losing its heat, but the burn is too much.
I can only muster barbarically throwing my fists in a rage toward this machine.
That blade was in my chest!
I nearly died.
I’m sliding backwards off the blade, falling into dirt.
Staring up into the distance out of the crater, the sky is black, as my wounds regenerate slowly, I’m low on blood, outnumbered.
This maybe it but I don’t let it end early, my wounds regenerate, but the metal of my armor remains wounded at the abdomen.
I’m down to the last magazine left in my gun.
I have more important people counting on me.
And worst of all, I have a worse enemy than anything I’ve faced. I know now this isn’t another simulation again.
This is real.
Because we’ve already lost. I know this for I see our fleet laid bare, and that horrific ship coming to land.
They won orbit, it’s a ground game now, and no army wins a ground game without a fleet…
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[Seven hours later.]
I think I’m a new man now, I got out of that crater, ran into several more patrols.
I can’t agree on a nickname for the bastards with the blades.
But it gets worse, I’m down to no mag, I encountered enemies that keep distance, I got close and had my visor busted, it runs ragged now, I’m keeping it together purely with my mind and hope – In a literal sense survival has brought this out of me.
I recognize the uniqueness of my ability, my connection with machines.
It’s what allows me to keep this machine alive, it’s the only powered part about my armor.
Talk about bad luck!
I got no powered armor; luck is a lie we’re more like the most powerful suicide workers.
I can’t imagine what we are expected to do against an entire planet.
The cities that remained amidst the explosions were protected by domes preventing orbital strikes, whatever human population that lived here is within them, I could sense hundreds to thousands of lives, likely millions.
Lights are on, bodies move, heartbeats are calm.
Humans in there are working with these machines, I can’t imagine why.
I’ve seen enough Vis-stasi corpses flayed and beheaded to think this would distress even the most hardened human mind.
They have better weapons, energy weapons, kinetics are rare but still just as deadly. This isn’t even half of it, I’ve seen aircraft flying overhead, fighting and disappearing.
The others are engaged, I’ve been heading in that direction for a while now.
I’m expecting to hear that some died by now. Things can only get worse from here. After all.
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