With a stealth restriction, my nightime activities were always interesting. One time I snuck on to a orkian base deep behind the their frontlines by hitching a ride on an empty supply truck. It was a few hours before dawn and I see the orkian cooks preparing breakfast. So I thought a bit and remember reading starship troopers about a talking bomb.
So I pull a large demolition charge for destroying bunkers and place a voice restriction to countdown loudly in orkian from nine to one. It cheerly goes "This is a nine second bomb!" once the mess hall was near capacity. I put in a stealth restriction camera to watch the startled orks that froze at that sudden announcement.
When it cheerly continues "This is a eight second bomb!" All hell broke loose as orks rush for the doors. But unfortuneately for them, the bomb activated a prison barrier over the entire mess hall. As the orks pour out of the mess hall they found themselves trapped by a barrier one meter from the mess hall walls. They scream and pound at the barrier as they hear the bomb counting down their demise.
Orks outside the barrier watch in growing horror as they hear the bomb counting down and fled in terror. The resulting boom vaporized the mess hall and damage the surrounding buildings. My fancam went viral in two means, people like the ukrainian who celebrated my kill. While those who condemn me for playing with orks before killing them. Blame Heinlein, not me. lol
Those who read starship trooper gave me the thumbs up on my fancam account saying it was the funniest thing ever. I had talked about it on my fancam before deploying the bomb in the empty mess hall. Many of my fans thought it was a great tribute to Heinlein book, beside we were all curious to see how a room full of orks would respond to a talking bomb. They pretty much did the same thing as the aliens in the book. Though I added a one way invisible prison barrier as my version to the talking bomb.
One of my civilian products was spray skin instead of bandages. Any wound can be seal in with an bio degradable second skin that can be remove by alchohol. The spray skin comes in a variety of colors, allowing people to choose their favorite color for personal expression. When the war in ukraine started, I sent ten thousand three ounce emergency spray skin bottles for the medics and frontline troops.
Each bottle is more than enough to seal at least ten bullet wounds, by instantly stopping the bleeding, many lives were saved. Ukrainian medics called the spray skin second life, as they can even stop the bleeding of amputated limbs. By using a single bottle of spray skin, they can seal an entire amputated leg and stop the bleeding, giving soldiers and civilians extra time to get medical attention.
I heard the orks were looting any can of spray skin they can find, after all using tampons to plug their wounds is just not right.
Next came the Reaper hives that soon became the worst nightmare for orkian troops at night. These babies deploy three hundred small foot tall humanoid drones armed with double scything arms. They travel in small hunting packs of ten and attack sleeping orks with their enchanted mono edged arms. When defeated they detonate, showering fragment for five meter radius. When damage, they seek something to destroy, like depots and vehicles.
The western media quickly nickname them kamakazi chuckies as dying ork battlecams finally captured the newest terror the orks were recently dying in droves at night. Each command chucky, having decided western media had a good nickname, had a their own battlecam. If it gets destroyed, the hive can switch to any survivior of the squad and assume control of the squad. If the command battlecam was still broadcasting, the new command chucky will retrieve the magnetic battlecam and stick it on their heads. Which means the limit of a portable hive is thirty command units.
Fortuneately for the world, I do not sell drone hives. The thought of a terrorist deploying a drone hive is enough to want to slap the people who ask for them. To me, they are just toys I thought up while fighting the orks. Of course, I knew my people will research the bloody things and look forward what they come up with in the future. It's not like my people enjoy killing, my past lives had instill my people the desire to research and improve anything they see.
They have a special habit of improving my toys, since I often create them at the spur of the moment. They lack refinement as a weapon, so my people feel the need to turn my makeshift toys into professional looking ones. Along with varius improvements they thought needed to make them more efficent. Drone hives became a special favorite, as many battle computers were more than willing to design their own killer drones to fill the hive's void space with their own version of deadly toys.
After watching the clone wars, they adapted a version of the buzz droid for a space defense hive. They look like armored four armed tentacle mechanical squids. Obvious liking the matrix design over the star wars one. One arm had a mono edge saw, one had a laser cutter, and two manipulating claw arms. They were design to take apart enemy fighters and well as infiltrate ships and damage it from within. Of course, they can detonate their self destruct device with three cubic meters for high explosives in their void space to avoid capture and destrpu whatever part of the starship they happen to be in.
My people were enjoying the make believe worlds of science fiction and fantasy writers around the world, and making reality some of the make believe technology. They certainly love mixing a matching techs to see what fusions can be developed. Especially to see if any symbiotic effect can be attained and researched for improvements. Typical battle computers mentality of constantly improving what they see. I do not blame them, I behave the same way except I am far more picky on what I spend my time tinkering with.
I had to abandon nato's gifted mwap and pulled out six greymetal warskiffs so the I can take my ukrainian posse of over two hundred followers and become a mechanized unit. The captured ork stuff keep breaking down, besides they were so slow. Plus the growning number of technicals as the fame of following me grew out of proportion. Since I handed out greymetal tech to the western nations for starship hulls, building underworld warmachines out of greymetal seem a natural path to exploit for more money.
I may be a kid to most, but I know limited quantities sell for sky high prices. Plus I was not exactly keen on arming the world with underworld partial nuke resistant warmachines. Besides, watching the stolen orkian armor being slowly outnumbered by ukrainian technicals just did not sit well with me. So I continue to order more warskiffs to allow my growing ukrainian followers a safe vehicle to follow me in. Of course, one of the main reasons was I would no longer be tied down by ground vehicles. They anti gravity warskiffs allow me to fly from one battlefront to next in record saving time.
The western nations were jelly of ukraine's monopoly of one underworld factory. They had to contend with each other for the second factory's production. I laughed, I had plenty of factories, just did not want the world to know what my true capacity was. So when I announce a third factory was being construction, they threw parties in response.
With their extendable shields, camping at night was a safe bet. With popup missile turrets providing counter battery fire to ensure a good happy night's rest. The terrifying whistling death the orks were afraid of, lulled my followers to sleep, as each whistling launch meant another ork artillery was destroyed. Camping in a war torn countryside with warskiffs was a luxury my ukrainian friends never expected.
Ukrainian high command pleaded for my warskiffs, but I refused since warskiffs are underworld security vehicles. But I relented with magically inscripting any western infantry vehicle they send to underworld towers. The americans promptly delivered their bradleys to underworld trade towers for magical inscriptions. The underworld trade towers used transit gates to send the bradleys to the warsaw trade tower. Then nato drivers drove them to ukraine.
Of course, the newest bradleys off the production line also were sent for magical inscription. These were sent to nato nations who happily purchase the new bradleys for their own inventories. These nations in turn sent their older models to underworld trade towers, where they were magical inscripted to be sent to ukraine.
Because of this american initiative, I raise their trade relations from zero to two, which made the americans happy. Now they needed one more point to gain trade towers again. I was no longer angry with my treatment, after all, time flies when living in my subspace.
I even purchased bradleys from nato nations in order to get ukraine three hundred magically inscripted vehicles as soon as possible. I offer the price of a new bradley for their older models, so many quickly jump on the offer and had my three hundred inside a week. Took my people a day on the thirtieth floor to magically inscript all of them. Then delivered the lot of them through transit gates to warsaw trade tower. Two days later, they were all serving on the ukrainian frontlines.
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Ukraine was all too happy find themselves with a excess of magically inscripted bradleys being delivered weekly. The mobile barriers the new bradleys offered made assaults on orkish positions all too easy. With the lightning barriers detonating mines, and the barrier protecting from all matter of orkish munitions. The ukrainian assault units now have an extremely high survivability rate.
Bradley medic vehicles were equip with a diamond enchanted with a regeneration field. So any wounded would be able to walk be the time they reach a field hospital. They only need to rest to recover their blood loss. Because of this, underworld corporation was a respect by the ukrainian people. The ukrainian casualties were basically reduce to kill in action, as ninty nine percent of the wounded were toss in the new bradleys or regeneration staff medical facilities for full recovery. Only a few critically wounded died in transit.
With the bradley medic vehicles number one hundred to take care of the wounded. The regeneration staves were given over to hospitals to take of the civilians wounded in the war. A month later, ukraine only purchase a hand full of regeneration staves allowing the rest of the world to begin purchasing highly desired items. Since underworld only produces thirty each month, ukraine had monopoly on it since it first came on the market.
Heartwood staves are easy to magically inscript, but unfortuneately, less durable. In fact, the staves decay after month of service, eaten from within by the magical energies and turning to dust. But they were so efficient compare to paying healers for every spell cast on a patient. Of course I get heat for not producing more regeneration staves for the world to use. But I simply told them to blame the militaries around the world who want their equipment magically inscripted.
Ukrainan assault team was hunkering down, having crawled for hours to get into position to assault an ork forward base. When suddenly several whistling sound could be heard from the left of their position and three explosion rocked the ork base. One tank and two armored vehicles promptly exploded, lighting up the base to expose a single attacker rushing toward with an assault rifle blazing away.
The ukrainian squad captain goes "We are witnessing an assault on our target by what appears to be the Ork Slayer. I am hearing what appears to be the whistling death the orks are gossiping about lately. The ork slayer is wearing full body black armor and has a magical shield as I see hits on his shield. The guy is nuts, he just ran into the base firing at will.
He got some kind of backpack missile launcher, that can hit three targets before auto loading. He just took out two incoming helicopters and their ammo dump!" His battlecam showing two smokeless missiles take off in a blur and curve up and slam into the bottom of the both helicopters turning them into burning scrap.
While a third zipped away then causes a massive explosion as ammunition begin cooking off instantly afterwards causing the ukrainian assault team to duck for cover. The ukrainians had all rushed foward to help out the lone hero that has been raiding the orks north of kyiv. No one knows who he is, but his underworld fancam videos have become famous worldwide.
Especially after building his prototype ogre out of destroyed orkian tanks on the second day of the war. There are many magic users and evolved on both sides making a name for themselves, but this unknown guy had constructed a fearsome fighting machine out of destroyed orkian tanks had caught the world's attention. Especially since, the guy talks about playing an old board game and decided to see if he could make something to honor the game.
The first prototype ogre was hastily contructed, but had terrorized the orks advance troops that spend an hour to destroy the nightmarish titanic tank. With popular vote, was as best used of orkian junk north of kyiv. As the kyiv ogre stumbled upon an ork convoy and single handedly destroying the many of parked vehicles before the orks could combine artillery and air strikes to start damaging the frankenstein tank sprouting turrets and machines guns that shoot in all directions with unlimited magic ammo.
Orks in the rear began turning around their vehicles and escaping. While those close to the the ogre, abandoned their vehicles and fled on foot as micro missiles destroyed every third vehicles to cause panic. I jogged down the line of vehicles from a hundred meters away to record the battle for my people to enjoy. Some orks tried fighting back at first, but that just catching the attention of a micro missile or a burst of homing bullets.
Some times I'll pull out a big gun to fill my vision with big explosions, much to the delight of my subscribers and of course my own people living in my underworld subspace. I jogged after the kiev ogre watching as my ukrainian friends went about securing abandoned vehicles by vandalizing them with ukrainian colors before driving them away filling the exploding battlefield with their out of place laughter.
I had taught them how to hook up a portable fuel cell generator to the tanks and armor vehicles so they can drive the out of fuel orkish junk away. I also gave them bottles of spray paint, with one horizontal swipe, the top nozzle sprays out blue and the bottom nozzle bright yellow. Perfect and quick way to cover up the stupid Z symbols with a foot tall ukrainian fast dry colors.
As my ukrainian friends choose the best vehicles to steal first, then my mob of besties claim the rest. Adjacent ukrainian units pour into claim some much needed loot for their own use, as they were invited to pick after my crew was done. My two company of thieves raced back to camp with the looted vehicles and I drove back in the best ork tank just to lol at the backward tech their tankers had to drive.
Of course I shot off a few round for fun, but shooting at burning wrecks got boring really fast. So I drove this piece of junk back to the trophy yard, laughing at the haul. Word spread quickly of a full field of stolen vehicles donated to the ukrainian cause. I had sacrified the kyiv ogre for field full of armored vehicles.
Everyone went overboard and spray painted a complete circle around their vehicle to avoid friendly fire and for the glory of ukraine. Seeing the entire field of freshly spray painted blue and yellow stripes circling each armored vehicle turned into a morale boosting event. I had raided one of the endless orkish convoys of it's vehicles had shocked the world as much as the giant blurry thing on their flat screens television can only display pixilated restriction copies that everyone wanted to know. Many flocked to their friend who own restriction panels to see the high resolution ogre in all it's multi turreted glory.
While the world watch reruns of the pixelated kyiv ogre and wonder what the eff was that. I psyched out my friendly ukrainians with a field full of trophies as a reward for humoring me. Priceless faces everywhere, my girls were instantly laughing. Besides, I'm underworld corporate, not selling pieces of junk under my name.
At first, most of the world thought it was preview of a movie. A warmachine with so many turrets that it would give godzilla a pause. But when ukrainian drones began filming the broken monstrousity for the world to see. Then news crews began showing up to report on remains of kiev the first once the orks retreated back to their borders.
As civilians watch the reruns, the militaries across the world, with regards to the western nations. They all sigh with relief, that blurring thing was created on their side. While the eastern side crying, now we have to fight that thing? Promptly demanding their mages to produce constructs to counter the new threat. Their wizards, like the rest of the world, have no ideal about spiritual force cultivation and the array techniques that it empowers.
Retriction panels sales sky rocketed during this time. Despite the small monthly fee, buyers get everything a normal television would give you. Plus underworld internet grants youtube access and underworld fancam access. Streamers around the world found their new favorite toy to access fans around the world. Not to mention exclusive underworld series that won over millions of real world fans, especially the underworld battle rankings.
With ninty six races fighting wearing human appearance rings, they put on great evolved battles. The real world simply could not get enough of underworld battle arenas. After all, contestants went all out to kill one another. Since underworld subspace has a resurrection restriction, the defeated simply revive at the nearest spawn zone. Since the battle arena have their own spawn zone, the defeated can be seen materializing unharmed.
Rankers of the real world notice this and many of them bought tourist passes in order to fight in underworld rankings. In the real world, they were forced to hold back to avoid killing their competitors. So many believe they could have won matches if they were able to go all out. Seeing the revival system in underworld subspace, ranker from the real world saw the chance to go all out without worry of killing anyone.
Unfortuneately for the real worlders, my people in live in a dungeon and have fought monsters since they were old enough to hunt. As such the real world rankers found themselves being slaughter rather quickly. It took time for them to adapt, and they farmed the dungeon to gain real combat experience and level up. My people were brutal, they never hold back against these real world newbs. After all, most had centuries of farming in the dungeon.
The real world rankers cried foul, as they found themselves being defeated by juniors that were fourteen years or younger. When an underworld referee informed them that these juniors have been hitting the dungeon as soon as their fifth birthday. Which meant they could have as much as nine decades of farming experience, more than enough to beat real world rankers.
With that advice, the real worlders hit the dungeon to level up their combat stats. Slowly the real worlders began to forge ahead in the rankings, a little bit at a time. Though some quit, unable to cope with kids beating the stuffing out of them. But most found excitement advancing in the hardcore underworld battle rankings, where dying is not a problem.