On realizing just how much their minds had been altered, the medic in Commander Chase immediately hit the alarms. His voice was filled with passion and authority.
“Alright, I’m putting a stop to this,” he said. “No more Prometheus for the rest of the cycle. There’s something else going on here, and I’m not allowing that to harm you!”
Eva would’ve much rather spent the remainder of her time in a Promethean Merge out in an actual machine. Just the few hours she had been out here had already changed her perspective on piloting. No way was she going to give that up.
“Aww, but there’s so much more I wanna check out,” she said, somewhat hazily. “And besides, we’ve still got hours left on our merge!”
“No! Absolutely not! You’ve clearly been affected! No way can you keep goi
Godeater? That doesn’t sound good at all. Perhaps it can only be appeased by chapter comments?
111 Years Ago - Dendrus IV Fire fell from the sky as multiple fleets tore each other apart in the upper atmosphere. Dendrus IV’s gravity pulled down the debris and detritus greedily, and burned them to atoms as they descended. As though in offering. In turn, the ashes and soot darkened the sky and blotted out the sun. Cast under ominous grey shadows, the planet was battered by constant conflict year after year for nearly a decade. This left almost all of her surface scarred and wounded and incapable of life. Those who fought for domination of the planet left it little more than a ravaged, barren rock. Amidst the ruins of a once-bustling Federation city, Legionnaires defended bitterly against a combined platoon of elite Hegemony Hussars. Unlike the hard, solid angles of the Legionnaires’ m
A few kilometers away on a ridge overlooking the city, a handful of Hussar officers watched as the horrifying battle unfolded before them. Though most of them wore faces of defeat and despair, one was stoic throughout. It seemed as though her face was carved out of stone - her expression was unblinking and unyielding despite the devastation her troops suffered. And although her eyes were lit by flame, her stare was cold and hard. "Report," she said, her voice frigid. One of her officers immediately came up beside her. His datapad was filled with all manner of battle reports, with one half scrolling blindly as new and updated intel scrolled by on the other. "Colonel," he began, "the 201st Hussar Regiment's casualty report is still being compiled. Thus far however, sen
Deep inside the bunker, only the sound of groans and buckling metal filled the darkened rooms and hallways. After a moment, emergency orange lights switched on as the secondary generators spun up and delivered much-needed power to the nearly-dead base. The thick heavily reinforced bunker walls had cracked and crumbled everywhere, with some areas having collapsed entirely. Large chunks of the ceilings and walls had fragmented and caved in, which allowed piles of dirt from the hill above to come pouring in as well. The unfortunate few ended up crushed to death under those mounds of rubble, though the impact had killed most of them instantly, thankfully enough. Those who were truly unlucky died slow, agonizing deaths as the dirt and debris asphyxiated and compressed their fragile human bodies. Getting buried a
The colonel and two hundred of her Hussars dashed over to the bunker with maximum thrust. They were the first of four waves assaulting the Federation bunker, which was on its very last legs. All they needed to do was deliver the killing blow and convert the entire thing into a tomb. “What’s their status? I want a report of their energy readings.” asked the colonel. One of the unit’s recon officers came on her comms display. His face was filled with concern. “Main power appears to have been knocked out, but our sensors detect low-level energy currents throughout. It’s probable that their backup generators kicked in. Readings are too low to see what they’re up to, however.” “Is power going to their turrets?”
The captain paced back and forth inside the command center. Her face was creased with worry, though it had lessened thanks to the chainguns’ valiant defense. Everyone in the bunker had heard them roar, even through the thick walls. They also felt the vibrations that each of them had made. They were subtle, but could easily be felt under their feet. Much like the beginnings of an earthquake. When they were all going at full blast, the whole base shook with a constant tremor. Many nervously looked on as the cracks on the walls spread slowly, and some soil came trickling in. Thankfully, the ceilings held. “Captain!” yelled a comms tech. “Pillbox comms just got patched in. The perimeter commander’s now online.” The captain’s
The captain’s fist slammed down on his controls out of sheer frustration. The Hussars brought their heaviest weapons to the battlefield. Their intent to collapse the bunker was one hundred percent clear. And to top it all off, they were more than double their numbers. “All mecha squadrons,” he ordered, “enemy Hussars inbound, eight hundred strong. Stay sharp!” A shiver ran through his command as he displayed their loadouts over comms. Some had seen those hammers in action, and never wanted to see that again. But now, they had no choice. “I want all RR units to head back to the bunker asap,” he continued. “One wing from each squadron will escort all of you back to base. The rest… we stay here and provide support to
The dust had barely enough time to settle before the colonel and her units blasted back down towards the ground. They slung their hammers back, and slammed down on the hill right when they reached it. THOOM! The combined force of nearly four hundred Resonance Hammers pounded the soil, and the sound of their impact reverberated throughout the bunker. Everyone inside felt it deep in their bones. The Hussars had set their microvibrations to a specific frequency - the kind that caused reinforced structures to fall apart on a molecular level. Waves of energy shook the ceiling and walls as they traveled through the bunker. Though the impact was nowhere near as powerful as the artillery strike or the rockets, the vibrations were enough to cause the whole bunker to shake and shudder. Everyw
While the colonel was distracted, the captain immediately retreated from the fighting. With the pillboxes mostly useless, there was no point in them continuing to defend their positions. All they were doing was be more fodder for the slaughter. “Fall back!” he ordered. “Point alpha-sixer, acknowledge!” “Hooah!” His remaining squadron officers confirmed and pulled their troops away as quickly as they could. They were battered and in pieces, but jetted over to the captain’s designated rendezvous point. The mecha set up a small perimeter less than a hundred meters south of the bunker’s entrance. This allowed them to cover the airlock and the two remaining pillboxes, and vice-versa. While their most damaged sat in the center