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Region: The Dimensional Rift
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.