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π™Έπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš–πš’πš›πšŠπšŒπš•πšŽ, π™Ίπš•πšŽπš˜'𝚜 πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš–πš’πš›πšŠπšŒπš•πšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŽπšπš’πšŒπšŠπš• πš‹πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπšœπš’πšπš—πšŠπšπšŽπš 'πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš—' πš–πšŽπšπš’πšŒ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπš•πš˜πš πš•πš’ πš™πšžπšœπš‘πšŽπš πšπš˜πš πšŠπš›πšπšœ π™°πš•πš’πšŒπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπš› πšπšŽπš—πšπšŠπšŒπš•πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ. π™Έπš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ π™°πš•πš’πšŽπš— πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš˜πš˜πš” 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš πšπšŽπšŽπš™πšŽπš›, πš‹πšžπš πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš•πšŽπšπš 𝚝𝚘 πš—πšžπš›πšœπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πš˜πš-πšπš’πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πšœπššπšžπš’πšœπš‘πš’ π™Ίπš•πšŽπš˜ π™°πš•πšŸπšŽπšœ 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πš-πšπš›πš˜πš™πšœπš‘πš’πš™ π™ΌπšŽπšπš’πšŒ πš•πšŠπš’πš πšπš˜πš πš— πšŒπš˜πšžπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš πš‘πšŽπšŽπš£πš’πš—πš πš’πš— πš™πšŠπš’πš—. π™Ύπš‘ 𝚒𝚎𝚜, πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš—, πš’πš πš πšŠπšœπš—'𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒 πš‹πšžπš 𝚜𝚘 πš πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚜𝚘 πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ πš’πš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš•πš’πšπšŽ. πš‚πš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πšπšŽπšŽπš• 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, πš‹πšžπš πš’πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšŠπšŸπš˜πš’πš 𝚊 πš–πšŽπš-𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌 πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚘𝚏 πšŠπš•πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš’ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‘πšŽπš› πšπšžπš—πš-πš‘πš˜ 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšπš‘πš πšŠπš•πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš’. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš›πšπš’πš•πš•πšŽπš›πš’ πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚊𝚜 πš•πš˜πš—πš 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πš›πš˜πš‹πš˜πšπšœ πšŠπš—πš 𝙰𝙸 πš”πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš“πš˜πš‹ πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŽ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ, πš πš’πšπš‘ πš˜πš› πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πš‘πšŽπš›.

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Ilshar Ard’sabekh


Manageable meant manageable. The more severely wounded members of the Envenomed squad were not on the point of shortly bleeding out quite yet, and Ilshar supposed this was well enough. He still found it difficult to gauge how badly off an organism that was capable of bleeding out at all might be, but experience had taught him that if no large chunks were missing, odds were they could make it with someone to carry them to safety.

β€œInject her. I doubt any medical point the League might’ve had here survived our attack, or that extraction is at hand yet.” He stepped back, leaving room for Alice and Kleo to clamber onto the helpfully sloped Warform as the eyes looking upward from his shoulders uneasily followed the cannon’s arcing shots. Something whispered to him that the thing was foul in its virulent mechanized channeling, perhaps even blasphemous. By the Nexus’ will it would not be standing much longer if battle broke out again on the hill.

As it seemed it would.

β€œSo we’re doing that.” Ilshar did not address Rasch, or the squad’s handler, as he idly growled over the comms, so much as himself. The suspicion had been with him for some time, and bitterly enough it did not surprise him to see it confirmed. On Enthuur, the Dominion had at least refrained from bombing their presumptive allies, but the Intransigence had no stake in territory, did it? He wasn’t sure of what its interests were, really - keeping a low-intensity conflict going as long as the UCL’s operations were thwarted, he imagined, or something along those lines. He should not have cared much, either; he had only ever fought for his world, and Zanovia was not it. What happened to the ZRF should have been no business of his. And still, the whole thing tasted like poison in his mouth.

No time for recrimination now, however. CivSec and their allies would not be grateful for any incidental aid. His gun in his hands, Ilshar loped back towards the treeline he had used as cover at the very beginning of the assault on the League’s position, placing the dropship’s wreckage between himself and the lower slope. As luck would have it, the ZRF seemed to mostly still be on that side as well, and would perhaps be the first to take the brunt of the approaching new hostile - if they were not too fast to turn their weapons on the Envenomed, that was.
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Jubilation had overtaken their allies, raging with the same intensity as the wounds blighting the flesh of realspace. Where the icons of imperial domination once stood was the bleeding pollution of ethereal distortion, tearing metal, foliage, dirt, and implant-ridden flesh alike. A hated enemy reduced to even less than the term should allow; what need did they have to even pay attention to their allies - their means to an end? Yet it had been done with their help; the revolutionaries were dogged and harsh as living under the boot of membranous and pink-fleshed frequently was, but they liked to think of themselves as a different stripe.

"Friends, friends of the Struggle! Now, those who died before us can rest with the footfall of our dancing in their ears, not the rumble of their armor!" The sound of the gealtirocht leader's hand slapping the upper back of Salvator went out with an audible clunk. The tone of stern vitriol had vanished; alien still to ears both human and post-human, but bereft of the tone that felt accusatory even if solely aimed at the occupiers.

"Our mission is finished! No need to bother with this hunk of junk. Why, maybe we can recover it for our own means, at the very least as a trophy!"

He was too focused on interrupting himself, pausing to shout and banter with his surviving friends. Many of them had taken out personal hand-phones - cheap, off-world, and just from a glance unsightly with the various modifications they'd no doubt had their own engineers install. The little clicks of their phone apps going off in sequence could barely be heard above their celebrating, the cameras like a tiny pitter-patter of clapping and applause to the cacophony of their joy.

His eyes were not following the inputting into the control panel of the artillery cannon; the way the weapon shifted and groaned barely garnered attention from the surviving insurrectionists, even as the barrel began to shift. Until, it had shifted too much and Salvator said what he said.

In the brief moment before Salvator vanished from where he once stood, he would not have required the most advanced scanners to know the way the eel-like being's features had twisted.

His comrades had turned, hearing the blink, seeing their allies suddenly falling back, and feeling, hearing, dreading the way the dots had fallen into place.

"You... all along you were-"

The cannon fired and silenced the leader's voice, a wash of ethereal power coming over them. Some had fallen onto their knees, phones dropped, watching as the same wrath that had given them historic victory now stole the taste of victory from the battlefield. The bunker, a fare more diminuitive structure than the mobile command center or repurposed stadium, was not silhouetted against the birth of a wrathful sun. Neither did the support trucks and their convoy; with the same uncaring judgement of the beyond, there was but a near-perfect inverted-dome crater.

There was no time to watch the scurrying of horrified, shocked Front forces; now tasting the same horror inflicted onto their tyrants in a cruel twist. Their weapons would speak.

Near immediately, a rail-cannon swung forth and zeroed in on the largest, heaviest target - the same one that had formed the bulwark of their advance. Rifle fire and grenades flew as readily as howling rage, too incoherent for speech as language and round flew with equal intent. A few rounds glanced the unztadtlige's armor, a few clanging against its bulk - rattling armor, but brusing rather than cracking. Semi-automatic weapons appeared to turn automatic, a torrent of blasts erupting as the traitors fell back.

A crackle over the coms; friendly, but blurred, grainy, unclear doubly so over the retaliatory barrage sent from former allies.

"-Active jamming! We can't track your location, ghost data-"

A sound like a whistle tinged first with a loud thud. Before even enhanced senses and ocular capability could detect it, two human bodies simply vanished; clouds of fizzling mist and squirming innards leaving two torsos standing. Two trees in front of the Envenomed squad's retreat simply lost massive chunks of mass around their middle; bark exploding outwards as if tinder, sending bramble and branches crashing down before them.

"-Unit! I repeat, specialist-"

One of the humans leapt out of the way, rolling away from a torrent of smoke-trails slamming in a v-shaped line. Anti-personnel rounds shred three more survivors - comrades became skeletal remains, tattered centipede-like creatures holding onto bits of bodily mass and armor, the other surviving gealtirocht a pincushion for serrated, whirring shrapnel-saws slowly powering down as if fattened on anguilline meat and juice.

The one who jumped gripped his midsection; the pain of re-attaching to the lower torso was punishing. His aim was shakey - cracking off two spiteful shots at the Envnomed, before he ducked again.

"-Bile! Can't land until-"

One last scream of anger as the same weapon that pulped the first victims fires; this close, it was a piercing report, a firecracker in the lower registers - a deep gavel pound rather than celebratory popping. The gealtirocht's voice vanished as did his body; raw physical shock from a massive automatic rifle-cannon overwhelmed reinforced armor. Turned to a footnote in history before his body even fully became a scattered mess of multicolored, moist matter and electrcuting armor fragments. The hellish spray of gunfire swept over the battlefield and the rest of the ZRF vanished behind it. No silence stilled the battlefield as dirt and debris rained, a counter-rhythm against the pounding, heavy footfalls of an approaching threat.

A shipping container groaned as a mammoth forced knocked over, the jutting tail-fins of the burning gunship swatted away with even less trouble soon after. Through the smoke of its judgement, it stomped through.





What stomped through ddid so as thruster jets on the back of it shoulders powered down, blue anti-grav pulsations diminishing as wheels on the edge of its boot-like feet retract, stability prioiritized over speed. At 26 feet tall, it was even denser in its bulk than the warform even if its two visible weapons were notably smaller. A preliminary scan revealed missile pods stored in its shoulder but soon, electronic disruption makes such things difficult - something on its body is deliberately targeting them their coms and combat electronics. The former was silenced yet the latter can only struggle.

Given by the muddy-looking smears on its knees and hands, combined with the crude graffiti of a string of triangular, mantis-like heads impaled on a sword with a wingled handle, it's clear it had been very busy even before it was called over.

The heavy duty "machine gun" in its arms locked onto the warform immediately and fired, not just at the Envenomed but through the trees they are putting between themselves. A few rounds slammed into Echo's multipedal body; they did not pierce, glancing hits, but they hit hard enough to stagger the massive warmachine. Its shoulder-mounted cannon swivels around; it points at Ilshar's general direction... but it seemed to avoid aiming at him deliberately. Perhaps it was unable detect his specific location - the camera-pod sitting atop of its shoulder mounted cannon scanned the area. The weapon thudded out its judgement - HE-shells flew as close as within 15 feet of the hidden tarrhaidim, annihilating whatever foliage was behind him, lighting up the woods as the massive machine advanced!
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"Unfortunately, we don't have many options at the moment." Alice replied as she heard Kleo grumbling as she handed her a bag with medical supplies.

Soon after, with the warning of the arrival of more enemy units, Echo approached them, suggesting for Alice to load Kleo into the unit carrier section of his warform and continue the treatment inside.

"Will do, thank you, Echo." Alice said, quickly getting up, putting the bag of medical supplies inside Echo and preparing to carry Kleo.

"I would like to avoid injecting any more stims... But considering extraction is not an option at the moment..." Alice said to Ilshar with a heavy sigh as she began carrying Kleo to the back of the warform, albeit with a bit of difficulty.

"We will see. Depending on how the treatment goes, I might be forced to use more stims." She said, replying to Ilshar just as she finished loading Kleo and getting herself into Echo's back.

"We're good, Echo. Please take care of us, for the time being." Alice said as she turned to Kleo in order to begin the treatment.

She knew things were about to get real hot outside once again, but considering Kleo's state, she would have to trust that her teammates would be able to deal with it. At least until Kleo was properly treated and out of immediate danger, then she might be able to go out and help. Her wound were minor and superficial when compared to Kleo's, after all...

"As I said previously, I would like to avoid using any more stims... But tell me if the pain is truly unbearable and I'll try to inject just a little bit more." Alice said as she opened the medical bag and began taking off the old, improvised bandage in order to properly treat Kleo's wounds. Including trying to take off any fragments that might be lodged inside, with Kleo's help, of course and closing the wound afterwards.
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π™Ίπš•πšŽπš˜ πšπš˜πšžπš—πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšœπšŽπš•πš πš‘πšŠπšžπš•πšŽπš πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚘𝚏 π™΄πšŒπš‘πš˜, πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚊𝚜𝚜-πšŽπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 πšπšŠπš—πš”. πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πšŒπš‘πš˜, πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš˜πš‹πš˜πš πš πš‘πš˜ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš“πšžπšπšπšŽ 𝚊𝚝 πš•πšŽπšŠπšœπš πšœπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πš›πšŽπš•πš’πšŠπš‹πš’πš•πš’πšπš’ πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš’πš πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšžπšπš˜πš–πšŠπšπš˜πš—πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšžπš™. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπššπšžπš’πš/πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš— πš•πšŠπšπš’ πšπš›πšŠπšπšπšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš’πš— πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ, πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πš‹πšŽπš’πš—πš πšπš›πšŠπšπšπšŽπš πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚜𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš•πš’πš–πš™ πšπš’πšœπš‘ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 πš πšŠπšπšŽπš›. π™°πš•πš• πšœπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš›πšŠπš  πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš‘ πšŠπš—πš πš›πšŽπšπš•πšŽπšŒπš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš’πšπšžπšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— πšŠπš—πš πš’πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšœπš‘πš’πšπšπš’ πšœπš’πšπšžπšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—. πš‚πš‘πšŽ 𝚜𝚊𝚠 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš— πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŠπš’πš— πšŠπš—πš πšœπš‘πš˜πš  πšŒπš˜πš—πšŒπšŽπš›πš— πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš–πšŽπšπš’πšŒπšŠπš• 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš πšŠπš—πš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπšπš’πš–πšœ πš˜πš› πš’πš—πš“πšŽπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ. π™³πš’πš’πš—πš πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πš‡πšŽπš—πš˜ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πš‹πš’πš˜πš•πš˜πšπš’ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπš‘πš’πšπšπš’, πšœπš’πšπšπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš—πšŸπšžπš•πšœπš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πš’πš—πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš πš˜πš›πšœπšŽ.

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Salvator Rasch


The voidhanger emerged from his last warp utterly exhausted and crumpled flat on the ground, albeit in cover. Salvator would have loved nothing more than to have a few breaths to even try to recover, but judging by the comms, that wasn't in the cards. Void Jesus, what an awful day this was. He groaned, forcing himself to reach into one of his pouches and pull out a combat stim, administering it through a port in his armor. Almost immediately, temporary adrenaline flowed through Salvator, and he scrambled up to a crouch, leveling his carbine at the walker from behind cover.

Right. Judging from what the cut-off comms had said, extraction wasn't an option until they'd at least cleared the air, both physically and electronically. Echo's warform was the best option they had against the damn thing, but its machine gun alone was staggering the warform. Damn. They still had wounded inside the warform too. The kid hadn't done much to endear herself to...well, anyone so far. But that didn't mean he was just gonna let her die. First things first.

"Rasch, squad." He tapped back into comms, boosting the signal as much as possible to try to cut through the jamming at close range. "Issuing orders: Echo, pull the warform back. Get that siege cannon of yours warmed up as soon as possible. I'm starting an active scan for weaknesses now." Salvator did as he said, frowning at what he saw. Or was able to, anyway.

"It's got poor visual confirmation. Looks like that camera pod up above it's the only eyes it has." A quick mental stock of the available roster: Kleo was out. Alice was tending to her. Ilshar was pinned down. Echo's warform was commanded to retreat and fire up the cannon. That left the endoform. Salvator scowled to himself as he loaded a fresh AP mag and coated it in ethereal jacketing before he lined up sights on the camera pod. EMP was tempting, but there wasn't a chance in hell the mech wasn't EMP-shielded, especially against bluescreen rounds from small-arms fire.

"Ilshar, I'm going to run interference. Might get lucky and blind it entirely. Soon as it stops firing on you, get to a more defensible position. Echo, send the endoform out here to run backup, we're dangerously low on manpower. Alice, the second Kleo's not in danger of bleeding out, we need you back in the fight. Opening fire!"

He opened up with his carbine, firing several repeated three-round bursts at the camera pod before starting to reposition while behind cover. Couldn't chance more ethereal strain at the moment, otherwise evasion would be far easier.
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