Mototronika research station - Svalarheima Sector 2 clear, perimeter secured, all enemy combatants accounted for, the fusilier gave the report over the comm, his hands still shaking as he looked to the female soldier beside him. Her eyes were trained intently on the fallen Brigada convinced the monstrous power suit would get up one last time even as blood poured from the numerous wounds and torn armor. The fighting had been a brutal, dirty affair as PanOceanian officers clashed knife to knife with their Tunguskan counterparts. If not for the timely orbital drop by the Sikh regiment their position would have surely been lost. As the snow swirled and the temperature dropped the female fuslier finally looked to her counterpart, Screw this, Im putting in a transfer to Varuna after this...
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 01:06:54 +0000
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