So I suppose I will. How far this will go, I know not. I don't even hav a title yet.
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The room was dark. Very dark. But no completely: a small, but high-powered light was working its way across the wall, illuminating everything in it's path. This light was attached to the end of a rifle.
The rifle was in the hands of a large being, its dark blue armour nearly impossible to see in the darkness. It swept the rifle across the room one last time, and then stood still. If you were standing there, next to it, you would hear nothing, but if you were scanning the correct communications frequencies, and had the correct decoding equipment, you would hear a flood of chatter.
"This is Surveyor four, building 071 is completely intact and unoccupied," said the being.
"Copy that four. The whole place is deserted. They must have fled before the bombardment," said a voice, over the comm waves.
"I assume we'll be heading out soon, then?" asked the being.
"Yes. Get out to the main plaza, and we'll get the Phasmatis to flash us back up there," said the other voice.
The being walked out the front entrance to the building, and started jogging down the empty city's main highway towards the Central Plaza. Up in the night sky, flashes of light could be seen: the KFS Phasmatis must of attracted the attention of a security task force after burning the city to slag. The being quickened his pace, and took off his helmet, eager to free himself of the overwhelming flood of HUD data.
The creature beneath the helmet, as tall and brown-furred, looking in every way like an anthromorphic otter.
"Hurry up Lieutenant Streamdiver. They're not going to wait forever," could be heard coming from the helmet's internal speakers. Kothra Streamdiver pulled it close to his head. "Yes Captain. I'm on my way."
Kothra scowled. These people were so impatient. He clipped the helmet to his belt, and set off running down the highway towards the main plaza. He could have activated his jet pack, and gotten there quicker, but the glow would give away his position, and he wasn't about to give the presence of the squad away to any enemies just so he could move faster.
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TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Below the city, in a partially collapsed subterranean bunker, the city's Resident Commander, sat at his chair, looking at the fuzzy feeds from the few remaining cameras throughout the city.
So the Kalarii had struck after all, just like he had told the council. though the Commander.
at least I had the city evacuated a day ago. The casualties would have been enormous...
It was now time to rid the of the invaders. The Commander turned to one of the command consoles, and pulled up the command interface for all of the stilll functioning auxilary reactors. He tapped rapidly at the screen wiht his feathered fingers, sliding icons around, starting and stopping reaction sequences, and ultimately, setting the reactors to produce more power than they physically could.
The Commander set back in his chair, estimating about ten minutes of time before the reactors overloaded. He set the databoard's chronometer for ten minutes, and laid back in his chair, thinking of his family, and his friends, which he knew he would never see again.
Five minutes passed. He looked at the clock.
0:04:58...
0:04:57...
0:04:56...
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Yeah. Tell me what you think so far.
~KS~
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