OOC: You're new so you weren't here for a lot of important information but seeing as you put in all this work... And I see an opertunity for some Lemuria world building for me. You might not like this but what the hey.
IC: While Lemuria has been somewhat busy given the UTF Orbital Bombardment almost a month ago the highly centralized government has managed to deal with the situation over the past month and the bump in the road it posed is fading. Also despite the orbital bombardment the Lemurians still have their greatest defensive weapon for defending their homeland. The Berdune marines make landfall and see hardly any resistance. They continue their move inland. They see a barren landscape still recovering from the nuclear war of World War III against the Hyperboreans, Lemuria having served as the major battleground during that conflict, and while there are parts of the nation which have recovered through the help of technology and other areas weren't heavily impacted at all, this area is one of the number of regions which has yet to see any recovery efforts since King Ramtha's regime took power.
The Berdune marines make their ways inland across this wasteland receiving heavy doses of radiation. However after making their way inland they are engulfed by what looks like a sandstorm however the sand on the wind isn't like any of the soil around them but is instead black in color blocking the sun from view. As the "sand" begins to contact the marine's clothes and armor and weapons it is as if such materials begin to corrode even if it isn't made of metal. Eventually the infamous nanobot storm which is one of the banes of the UTF eats through their weapons and armor and clothes and begins eating away at their bodies. Within minutes a number of the marines have been reduced to what looks like black ash that is quickly swept up into the "sand" storm. If this hell couldn't get any worse the few remaining marines swear they see something moving around in the darkness of the storm. Then in a blur something rushes in grabbing one of the marines and dragging him off into the darkness, then another, and then another. It would seem that some unknown creatures of this wasteland are taking advantage of the Lemurian nanobot storm or perhaps have been released as a part of it.
While the marines that have made landfall are being eviscerated by the nanobot swarm and gods know what horrors are lurking within it the Berdune naval task force sees what looks like a black fog approaching on the horizon. As the fog comes into contact with the hulls of the various Berdune ships the metal begins to corrode and buckle. Then once in the heart of this darkness the Lemurian ships appear as if from nowhere. The Lemurian ghost fleet has arrived to once again drive away the lone Barbarians like they did when the Viking ships of the Greater Viking Empire sailed their ships too close to waters the Lemurians claimed as theirs. Once again there is but a small moment to retreat and prevent being devastated by the Lemurian defense.
General Randall and a handful of marines are able to escape the mainland with their lives with many of the surviving marines having gone insane by horrid abominations they saw dragging their comrades into the darkness.
