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Region: The Dimensional Rift

Nathrasil wrote:Before they can reach back they are assaulted by Phenex’ forces, five YP x5460 tanks, they were originally on their way to the city, but upon spotting the retreat of Zyrothius moves to intercept and firing their 76 mm guns at their tanks with the .50 calibre machine gun firing at troops outside armoured vehicles.

The five others yet remain out of their line of sight as they head to the opened portal. A megaphone sounds. “Once enslaved by the devourer, once more enslaved by the IDC, then enslaved by the demons of this place. And here comes the humans, no doubt to enslave us again.” the voice was that of a woman. She sounded ancient.

While the Nathrasilians did not speak English, there was the exception with Rikhas Phenex. The woman that had led the attack on the humans in FT-12 when they were still under the rule of Hir’oruzz, the devourer. Having partaken in the peace talks and the summit, she knew the language, but she was the last of them to do so, and she would most likely die of age within the next few years, taking the language to the grave.

“I shall show you the justice slavers like you deserve, and you will know our pain!” the voice said before they shut the megaphone off, Rikhas had spoken from her base at Phenex’ qov, meaning she was not present and had only got the report from her soldiers at the scene.

The expeditionary force isn’t composed of humans. Over half of it, in fact, is composed of Dunes— aliens that appeared to be made entirely of sand.

How Rikhas Phenex didn’t see this is a mystery for the ages.

This hideously elementary mistake aside, the troopers fight back against the Nathrasilians as they fight their way to the portal; ballista shots and tank shells assail everything and anything in their path.

“I’ll take ‘ignorant, confused b*tch’ for 100, Alex.” Mimi says as she strikes up a match to light one of her cigarettes.

Kurt ducks out of the way of a .50 caliber bullet.

“This isn’t a time to be joking, Mimi. There’s a very real possibility we could be killed here.”

“Yeah, whatever. We called in reinforcements.”

“You are placing a… shocking amount of faith in command.” Kurt says as he draws his pistol.

“Mm-hm.”

Kurt pops out of the APC hatch, and aims with his sidearm.

He could see the exact trajectory each bullet from the gun would take; how it arced, how wind resistance and gravity would effect it.

Five shots rang out in quick succession. The machine-gunners of the YP x5460‘s .50 caliber machine guns slumped over dead, bullet holes placed neatly between their eyes.

He ducks back into the APC before he can take any fire himself.

This was going to be a long day.

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