A 7OX Story Written by MarksmanKNG Reviewed by Mgrams ** Planetside 2: Beacon **

On the planet of Auraxis, there is only war. Three factions battle in a long war in the goal of achieving dominance on the planet. Battles span across the continents of Auraxis. Human blood had been shed thousands of times daily for over many years. The end has never been in sight until now.

It is now a week since the Terran Republic managed to discover an ancient artifact on Auraxis. The New Conglomerate and Vanu Sovereignty sought to stop the Republic from acquiring it at the Indar Excavation Site. The Republic cobbled a force and pierced through enemy lines to recover it successfully. The two factions then sought to stop the Republic from making use of the artifact by launching large scale assaults for the heart of the Republic, its warpgate. The Republic forces held the line albeit just barely. If it wasnt for the various Republic outfits working in unison, the vital flanking counterattack launched by the 7OXes could not been successful. The Republic would be lost and annihilated completely.

The successful defense had forced the New Conglomerate and Vanu Sovereignty back. The two factions withdrew to their lines and recover their military strength. The Republic reinforcements from the continents of Esamir and Amerish launched a swift counterattack and managed to regain vital ground such as the Tawrich Tech Plant and Zurvan Amp Station. The lines were filled with tension in the quiet silence. The Republic cannot expect to hold against two factions for long. The New Conglomerate and Vanu Sovereignty cannot wait forever and must race against the clock. The day that the Republic had been waiting for had come.

** Planet Auraxis Terran Republic Warp Gate One week since artefact discovery 1100 hours

Ham strode his way across the warp gate landing pad. Numerous aircraft were shuffling about to load and unload valuable goods and personnel. His goal is one of the landing Galaxies. He waited as the engines shut down and cargo bay doors open. Out came out a squad of men, marching with pride. He offered a hand to the commanding officer. Good to see you.

The man accepted with a tight grip. Likewise. Maegra let go and they were quick to the topic. You guys managed to find something pretty important.

Ham acknowledged as they resumed stride towards the airbase terminal. Yes we did. He felt sullen over a quick refresh of the lost commander. We lost Blades in the process.

Maegra sympathized. It is always sad to see another brother lost. I am unfortunate that I couldnt bring the rest of the outfit to his funeral. Maegra had been leading the second platoon of the 7OXes in a bid to take control of Esamir. Their progress had been decent until they had been recalled by Republic Command.

Ham nodded as they stepped aside for a crate to drive by. The battlefield is more important than the time to mourn.

Maegra nodded as they resumed and fell in step with the squad. Lets join the meeting at Republic command. Well see how your hard work bears fruit.

Meanwhile on the other side of the air pad, Onu of Hammer flight was regrouping with another bunch of old friends. The brown haired pilot settled his helmet against his hip. You guys sure are taking your time.

Helm settled his matter with the servicemen before turning with a smirk. About time you came to say hi.

The Liberator pilot shook the fellow pilots hand. So how are you mosquitoes doing?

Helm gestured to his bird decorated with red stars. Its been fun. Amerish is the best place to fly after all. All the canyons and trenches make it such a wonder. How are you whales doing?

Onu snorted at the retort. You know the usual.shooting ESFs out of the sky with the Dalton. They cracked a laugh as the other pilots of the seven ox mosquito squad arrived. Good to see that you guys are still in good shape. Weve been having quite some major trouble before you guys came in to reinforce us.

Anton called out as they offered hand. Wheres our round of drinks? You promised them if we managed to take Splitpeak pass with only a squad.

Onu accepted the round of hands. Come with me then. Kool has it on the house.

Helm smiled as they turned around. Bring it on.

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Military War Factory Terran Republic Warp Gate 1100 hours

Mav, pass the electric scraper. Knight wiped his black brow as Maverick handed him the tool. Knight set to work on top of the turret of his Prowler, scraping the melted chunks of armour to be replaced.

Muffin entered the factory that is catering to the construction and maintenance of the vital Prowler Main battle tanks. He gave a wave to the repairing tank crews. How are things here?

Knight twirled the small brush like tool in his hand. Things are moving fine so far, fixing up our tanks. The second phase of combat really made a mess on her. Post reinforcements of the various outfits in Esamir and Amerish, the 7OXes chose to regroup and joined in the counterattack. The Rival platoon suffered some damage from infantry arms fire during the attack on the Zurvan Amp station. They were fortunate that most of the damage done was on the surface.

Muffin gestured to the half dozen burn marks on the tank. How soon are you to finishing your repairs? 3

Knight clucked his tongue. Well, probably need some time to really fix all the chinks and make it fully a hundred percent.

Muffin threw a suggestion. The Tawrich Tech Plant is increasing production of the MBTs. You could do a swap for the time being while the mechanics fix this one.

The tanker shook his head in disapproval. That aint gonna work. Knight got off the tank. You see, no two Prowlers are the same. Each tank has its own set of quirks. It has to be fine-tuned very precisely by its driver to suit his style. He tapped his tank by the side. This here is my baby. She and I are bonded through the rigors of battle. Some damage wont be enough to split us apart.

Muffin shrugged as he gave up. He probably wouldnt understand it all. Well, okay then. Just dont die out there. He turned for the door as Knight threw a casual salute.

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Shackle of second platoon first squad strode mightily in the hot bask of the sun. His large frame made it difficult not to be noticed. He is still smaller than his combat form but remained taller than your average man. The extremely large and tight muscles also added testament to that. He entered the barracks in search for his squads executive officer. The barracks is quiet. The constant hours of battle had worn them out with much needed rest. The wounded werent here for they would be in the medical wing on the other side of the warp gate. He was about to leave when he heard the quiet but sharp screech of metal. His eyes darted around in search of the source.

It was from one of the beds. He approached it carefully. It is a chainblade being sharpened on the bed. A lean warrior treated the weapon with care, carefully sharpening the blade end while recharging the battery.

Shackle greeted the soldier. I see youre out of your suit for once.

Shadow, in his pants nodded in response. Likewise to you. The infiltrator gestured to the arms of the bulkier man. You have new scars. White jagged marks dragged along the arms and forearms of the bulky man. There are probably more under the black singlet of the MAX trooper.

Shackle agreed as he took a seat in the opposite bed. I had to fight an equal. Its fortunate that I am still alive.

Shadow agreed as he returned his attention to sharpening. I am glad that you are alive then. Too much of life is lost at every death. The Rebirth system essentially gave everyone immortality. However, it doesnt mean that anybody mind dying. The ones whom died would lose their most recent memories since their essence was saved away in some database. If those databases were to fail, they too will truly die. It is fortunate that there is always a backup to it. The issue did eventually lead to a group of purists whom chose not to join the Rebirth system. A good example was their missed commander Blades.

Shadow paused for a moment of though before continuing. Will there be an end? Shackle was confused to the question. Shadow iterated further. An end to this war. There is no sight of the end. Will we keep fighting for the rest of our lives?

The MAX man had no answer to that. Well, I dont know. Nobody truly dies after all. As long we have nanites coming, we can keep up producing weapons and ammo.

Shadow paused his sharpening. For man to turn into pure killing machines, isnt it like losing humanity?

Shackle raised an eyebrow. Arent you implying me? To become a MAX, his body had been partly infused with nanite technology to boost his physique to support the extra weight of these weapons that a normal man cannot carry.

Shadow narrowed his eyes with guilt. To a degree I suppose yes.

Shackle nodded. We can only hope that the rest of the Republic we protect doesnt become lost in their ways to victory.

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Next to the barracks is the mess hall. There, the crowd is bustling with men and women needing to eat in order to serve the Republic at their best. A soldier returned from combat reached for a tray to get much needed food. The aged man strode slowly to take a queue. He noticed a familiar woman. He called out to her. Ufemia, I see youre looking gorgeous as usual.

The intelligence officer turned around, tray in hand. Gram! She gave a wide smile. Of course. How can I not be to motivate you men into fighting harder?

From the table next to them, Capto called out with a smile. That would only work if we could actually see you in the battlefield.

Ufemia shot back. Thats job parameters, soldierboy. They took the same table as Capto. The intelligence officer enquired further of the squad leader. How are the front lines?

Gram answered as he ate a spoonful of whipped potatoes. Things have settled down a bit. You all did a good job.

It is only expected of us Infiltrators. We get whats needed done. Ufemia leaned back as she ate a cracker. Why did they pull you guys back from the lines?

Gram gave a smug smile. Wellits simple. We ran out of ammo killing everything in sight.

Capto replied as he settled his drink down. What an interesting way to brag.

We are Seven Oxes. We are always interesting. They laughed as they traded more recent stories of the battlefield.

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Republic Command Terran Republic Warp Gate 1200 hours 6

Muffin joined a few of the outfits superior officers in the Republic commands War Centre. Ham, Maegra and Soap were settled down in the back rows of the circular room. Ham threw a question down his way. Whats the summary?

Muffin explained as he took a seat. The whole outfits generally back in fighting condition. Rival tank platoon are still repairing their damage but theyll be able to provide support. The Hammer flight are almost repaired, theyll be ready in time.

Ham pointed towards the bunch of white haired generals in the centre of the room. Good. Now time to listen to this.

The Republic war council began their report. The vital reinforcements from the Republic forces on Esamir and Amerish had managed to turn around the tide of the battle. The centre projector displayed a large map of Indar. It showed half of the continent under red markings. We have now retaken a considerable swath of our territories back. We currently hold Crossroads Watchtower, Howling Pass Checkpoint and Scarred Mesa Skydock as vital points of the nanite grid.

The audience applauded as Maegra pondered through the information. That meant that they currently hold territory against the Vanu from centre of the continent to the northeast. The Conglomerate is being held back from west to south. The chief commander of the war council continued. Next, I have good news. The scientists managed to crack the purpose of the artifact. Professor Winford, if you may explain.

An old scruffy man in a lab coat came onto the stage. He addressed to the room. Greetings warriors of the republic. I would like to daddle a bit on a complicated system. He walked in a slow pace around the projector. Since last week, some brave warriors managed to recover an alien artefact from the deserts of Indar.

Soap lightly dug his arm into Muffins rib. He means us man.

Winford explained the results of their work. Weve managed to uncover enormous amount of detail within the artefact. It is actually a form of crystallized supercomputer.

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The professor stopped to face the audience. As you know over science class, our current nanite technology has security firmware which essentially sets user limitations and access control. We commonly use it to deny the enemy the use of our blueprints and weapons and so do they. A new image replaced the map, showing a cylindrical device half the height of a regular man. To our current projections, this beacon will force an override on the firmware of all the nanites on the planet. If it is successful, essentially all nanites become under Republic control. All their weapons, tanks, aircraft will become under our control.

Soap was bewildered along with similar sentiments across the room. Dayum, thats seems pretty farfetched.

Maegra couldnt believe how possible is such implications. That would essentially turn the war to a landslide victory and with minimal blood spilled. That kind of information is definitely not going to be something that the blue boys and spandexes going to take lightly. Ham agreed with his squad leader. I know right. They arent going to like that any one bit.

The professor went on. Weve already built an interface to the artifact device and are ready to field test the system. As agreed with our chief here, we will be beginning the operation tomorrow.

A hand rose from the crowd. Ham recognized the commander of the 107th, Field Marshall Griffin. The bearded veteran posed a question. Where will this beacon be placed?

The chief council answered. Theyll be installing this at the tallest peak of the continent. The Crown. That made perfect sense. The high ground ensures that the signal could be transmitted reliably and they have terrain advantage from any assaults. Any attack would be seen from miles away.

Soap was excited over the new superweapon. This bloody things going to change the entire war.

Maegra agreed. You bet it will.

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Terran Republic Warp Gate 1800 hours

Dusk is turning to night as Gilliam entered the two storey building dedicated to the seven oxes. There, fellow officers were busy and bustling in getting as much done as possible. Communications were sent to and fro rapidly across active ox units still in the field. The third platoon first squad leader went up to second floor into the strategy room.

Inside the meeting room, the leaders were grouped around a large table, discussing battle tactics. Ham questioned his logistics. How are the preparations?

Capto answered as he handed the datapad for the outfit leader to review. Weve got good surplus of ammunition. Approximations would put it enough to last for a few hours in intense combat. We will be carrying extra to stack as much as possible into the Crown.

Onu, leader of Hammer flight noticed Gilliams arrival. Just to keep everyone clear on the plan Major, can you explain our formation?

Ham nodded as he manipulated the projector on the table, revealing the map of Indar. The map narrowed down towards several hexes around the Crown. We will be the main bulkhead of the defending force. Ham placed three numbered markers onto the map. We have three platoons. First platoon will be stationed at the Crown, Second at TI Alloys and Third at the Palisade. He then added a dot of tiny tank models in a straight line. CIK is placing its armoured forces towards the TI Alloys as it will be the most probable avenue of armoured assault. The Palisade will be reinforced with several other units such as TRG, DYO and Redback Company by a defensive setup of Crimson Bluff Tower. SOCA, JUGA and HMRR will be deployed as advanced strike force. Theyll be doing recon and hit and run attacks on the enemy.

Onu added two markers. Hammer flight and the 107th will be maintaining position at Crossroad Watchtower. Theyll act as a reserve mobile force along with Kevins detachment. Kevins detachment included another full platoon of mostly light assault troops. They are a lightly armed but highly mobile force comprising mostly of Flashes and a few Harassers. They would handle the small incursions if any. The second marker lay on the hills in between Crossroads and the Crown. Rival Platoon and the Armored F1st will be deployed here on Magrider hill. Theyll be our heavy anti air support.

Maegra agreed with the plan. As I said before, this is our most feasible plan so far. Command assigned us this role for we are the ones that are in the best shape for a slugfest. They had the numbers, ammo and most importantly rest to prolong the battle as long as necessary. We wont let them down will we? The others nodded in agreement.

Ufemia added her report into the list. Our scouts have been monitoring heavy traffic in the Conglomerate and the Vanu. They suspect there are a lot of reinforcements, outfit sized numbers.

Gram bit his lip. That means a whole lot of them will be coming right at us. Good ones too.

Shackle rolled his eyes. Oh yippee, more Vanguards.

Cobrate noticed the arrangement of the CIK tank line. Speaking of Vanguards, they have a good eye view if they assault from Botany wing. Why are our tanks arranged to face an assault from Ceres Hydroponics?

Muffin glanced at Ham whom in turned nodded to him. Muffin took over and explained. Sure that option look sweeter but their assault path is dependent on two chokepoints. He marked the bridge in between the two locations. If they try to attack TI alloys, they need to get through the bridge which is a lot easier to hold with use of the AV turret emplacements. If they try to go through Snake Ravine, we have a major flanking position on any advance towards TI alloys. If they go for Crossroads first, our tanks can reposition and flank them in the other direction. Also another fact, the road to Crossroad is very narrow and makes the tower a very defensible location. Dread Legion has taken the task to mining up the path and setting up a defensive mobile position at Xenotech labs.

Gram asked for an opinion, circling the area on the eastern side of the continent. What about the Vanu? Do you think theyll go to the Palisade as planned?

Ham was skeptical. Maybe. Its hard to say. Therere not many options to get through to the Crown from the north. Ceres Hydroponics is under NC control and Im sure the Vanu are not interested in passing through enemy lines. That just leaves Palisade as the fastest option available. The other companies at Crimson Bluff tower would slow them down for any major assault and provide early warning. Then again they might just go through Ceres and well have a heck of a problem.

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Capto noted to the team. Be forewarned, Republic Command is rerouting the nanite resource flow to the Crown. There wont be any supplies or ammunition made onsite. Well be driving stockpiles from the Warp gate to compensate for the time being. The Logistic boys are running active convoys and theyll be taking some of our fighting strength to protect them.

Shackle threw his hands into the air. Ahgreat so we now get pack mules. How much worse can it be?

Soap replied. At least you still have your stuff.

** 7Oxes Outfit Headquarters Terran Republic Warp Gate 2310 hours

Ham closed the door to his personal quarters. Theyve finished their battle tactics session for tomorrow. The plan had been narrowed down to the finest detail. Whatever that could be changed is now up to the luck factor. One can only plan so much.

Ham kept the lights off as he headed for the bed. He will need rest for the battle tomorrow. He lied down onto the bed before he noticed a flickering blue light to his left. It was his personal communication terminal. He grunted before getting up. He turned on the terminal and reviewed the content.

The terminals 3D projector came online, displaying a woman in a blue dress beside him. His eyes took a second to adjust to the sudden blue brightness. She twirled her long blonde hair with a smile. Hi there Ham. Its been a while. How are you? Ham checked the terminal, its only a message sent earlier this evening.

Ham couldnt stop himself from speaking. Clara

Clara picked up a toddler onto her lap. James is doing fine. Hes already grown up so much. Say hi to daddy. The boy waved towards him. He misses you so much. Ham could feel a pull in his heart.

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His wife gave a small wave. I know I cant take much of your time. So come back soon. Love you. The message ended, leaving the room back into the dark.

Ham clenched his fist as he turned off the terminal. He closed his eyes as he settled back onto the bed. He missed his family so much. I hope so babeI hope so. Darkness quickly took over.

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Ham... Wake up Ham

Wake up! Ham snapped his eyes open as explosions rang in his ears. He was looking at the cloudy sky as a face filled it. Wolf said as he felt a tap to the cheek. You alright?! Ham could barely speak as Wolfs attention was taken by a burst of gunfire. He replied with his rifle before grabbing Hams hand. On your feet! A pull and Ham is up. Ham staggered as he regained his footing on the soft black dirt. The symphony of guns and explosion filled the ambience in the normally quiet continent of Amerish.

An exploding Prowler caught their attention for a moment. Wolf pressed against his helmet. First squad, whats the situation?! Ham couldnt hear the brief radio chat and realized he lost his helmet. Relocate to the tower and give some covering fire! We need to hold the Bastion until reinforcements arrive! Wolf waved to Ham. Come on, Shellshock isnt going to kill you.

They moved as Ham armed himself with a Repeater. Blades stepped in line with his CO. The enemy tanks are advancing quickly to the gates! The whole platoons broken! We wont be able to hold out for long!

The outfit leader calculated before decided. Seven Oxes! Pull back to the rally points! We are leaving! They moved for the outfit Sunderers parked within the tower when it happened.

Someone yelled in the distance. Incoming! Ham heard a shrill before felt the world shake with explosions. His ears rang before dropping to the ground. His eyes went blurry as he sought to regain sense. He felt his mind go blank as a pair of hands grab to him. He saw rather than felt his body being lifted and supported by the outfit XO.

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Blades supported Ham from the shoulder. Wolf had recovered and reached out before bullets kicked up dirt by their legs. Wolf turned and fired a burst of bullets. Blades yelled as they saw more enemies arriving. Wolf! Lets go!

Wolf shook his head. A commanders gotta do what hes gotta do. You have command now. Go and fulfill your duty. He nodded to Blades whom accepted and continued carrying Ham towards safety. Ham felt his vision fading as Wolf stood against half a dozen man. Wolfs silhouette vanished to nothing as the world disappeared.

Ham shot to his feet when he woke up for real. His eyes scanned his room with arms ready for a fight. Realizing his surroundings, he looked at the clock. It showed six in the morning, soon to roll call. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He didnt expect the memory of that day five years ago to resurface. The day was named the Purge following over seventy percent losses of the outfit. The Rebirth generators were only prototypes at that stage. He gazed at his face as he remembered the loss of their chief, Wolf. He steeled his spine and prepared for roll call.

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The next day.. Military Outpost -The Crown 1200 hours Subjugated under Terran Republic Control

The Republic chief commander stood his ground atop the towers airpad as he slowly inspected the troops. His men stood ready in fabricated defensive positions. Sandbags, emplacements have been setup in anticipation for the major assault. He turned his attention to the brains of the Republic. Is it ready?

Professor Winford responded as he operated his tablet. The device is ready. We can turn it on at any moment.

The chief commander ordered. Power it up. The professor sent the message down further into the central area of the tower. The room, originally the towers rebirth centre has been improvised into 13

the communications relay. A generator stood in the middle with the artefact held within the centre, viewable only through highly tempered glass. A young scientist grabbed a lever on the device and flipped it to the other side. Power began to surge through the generator. Purple electricity flowed across the artefact which glowed in response.

The Republic troops can hear the rising whine of the Crowns communication antennas. Ham could see the lone odd terminal shut down from lack of power. The process has begun. The chief commander turned for the command vehicle which is waiting for him below. It will drop the war council at Crossroads for the strategic management. Theyll notice us and know this is the latest they can hold back.

**

Ham could hear the hum of the radio antennas at the top of the Crown. He gazed across the open vast desert north of the Crown. It wont be empty for long. The afternoon is arriving and it will be a sunny hot day. He reached into his outfit communicator and spoke. Seven Oxes, this is Ham. I trust that you know what we are doing today. We are going to attempt to claim a true victory against our enemies.

He gazed at his men down below. Ive been with the Oxes for six years. Ive known most of you guys and that you guys excel in any situation that weve faced. Friendlies cheer us, enemies despise us. We are the Oxes that strike both fear and awe to all that see us in battle!

His men beamed with pride. Im proud of you all. Now I must ask more from you. Today may be the last battle for the Republic. I need you all to do better than your best. Keep a cool mind. Support your comrades. Stay alive and fighting. We must win this no matter whats the cost. All platoons report in.

Cobrate reported. First platoon ready!

Maegra said confidently. Second platoon ready!

Gram added next. Third platoon ready for combat!

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Knight cheered. Rival platoon is ready to dish armour superiority!

Helm responded afterwards. Eagles ready to soar.

Onu boasted. We are the skys hammer, point us a direction.

Muffin completed the checklist. He nodded to his commander. All platoons are ready.

Ham nodded as he continued. Good. Seven Oxes, I am glad you eager! All units are to remain on alert. Now we wait.

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It didnt take long. An hour had passed quietly before reports came up on the radio. Adam of SOCA had been bored on his heels in the seat of his Harasser. The scout forces have been making small patrols ahead of Ceres Hydroponics. There had been no sight of the enemy. He noticed an anomaly in the distance.

He grabbed the binoculars and observed. He could see dust clouds ahead and another cloud to the left. The dust clouds that were brought up are extremely large in nature. The dust clouds coming from two directions could only imply one thing. He ordered. Lets go! The Harasser revved up and accelerated for base. He went loud on radio. Command! This is SOCA Four! We read multiple incoming vehicles! Estimates three to four dozen of them! He then hears the screech that nobody on the ground wants to hear.

Miska, his driver warned. We got aircraft on us! Adam turned around and could see the tiny silhouettes in the sky. Spin it! The Vulcan revved before firing rounds rapidly. Dozens of red rounds shot into the air ineffectively. The fighters ignored and began strafing the vehicle. The Harasser skidded left and right across the sands to dodge the shots. The Vulcan only served to keep the fighters from coming to point blank ranges.

Adam could see the bridge linking the Crown and TI alloys and yelled. Floor it! Miska hit the boosters, flooding the engine with high grade nitrous fuel. The light assault vehicle shot forward and

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under the bridge into safer lines. The fighters backed off as antiaircraft guns deterred them from continuing pursuit.

**

Muffin reported to the commander. Major, the advance lines are spotting numerous units. They caught sightings of AG7 forces towards the west.

Ham raised the major question. No sign of the Vanu?

His XO shook his head. Not yet but I would not expect them to be somewhere else. Even if they are in a truce, I cant imagine them working hand in hand.

Shadow, lurking in the outskirts of the northwest cliffs of the Crown reported We have sight of enemy armour. Vanguards, Ham grabbed the binoculars. He zoomed in enough to see small toy sized tanks in the distance. He counted about four dozen Vanguards in addition to a dozen Lightnings and Sunderers. Ham realized how significant the size of that armour force coming right at them.

He saw small flashes from the tanks. He yelled on instinct. Take cover! A few seconds later, the explosions began as high explosive shells peppered the cliff face. He leapt into cover of the tower. Everyone hit the dirt as the shells whistled before exploding in a fiery blaze. Ham yelled on the comms. Can we get our tanks to shoot back?!

The Prowler by the cliff reversed into the tower as a shell exploded just before it, killing a man. Those tanks are out of range! Those Vanguards must have some spotters!

Knight, his platoon stationed on the hill between the Crown and Crossroads cursed. Goddamn. These are the times where I wish I had 150mms instead of 120s! I could try to counter snipe them back if I did.

Ham ordered their available option. Ufemia, move out and get rid of those spotters!

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The infiltrator responded. We cannot get close. They will spot us too easily in this open desert. We need another option.

Ham had to agree with her. The heat of the desert would make it easy to spot any cloaking. Can you snipe those spotters?

Shadow interjected. They are using Stalker cloaking. It will take some time. Well get it done. Their IFFs vanished as they moved to complete their objective. The tanks fired in staggered volleys, blasting rock more than infantry. It felt forever under the assault.

It was about a few minutes when Cobrate noticed. Those tanks are slowing down. Maybe they think its a waste of ammo to shell us at this range?

Ham narrowed his eyes as the bombardment slackened. Somethings wrong.

Muffin questioned his officer. What do you mean wrong?

Ham left cover to look at the open battlefield. His senses are tingling with warnings but he didnt know what. Its too passive for a major assault. Theyre on the clock. It looked as though they were waiting.

Cobrate called for reports from within the platoon. He shook his head from the results. We got nothing wrong. Motion detectors catch nothing.

Ham remained unconvinced. He strode out to the cliff edge and looked around. There was no sight of NC except for the small dots in the distance. His hunches were still flared up, warning him of something but he just cant see it. He took an EMP grenade and tossed it down the hill. The grenade threw sparks of blue energy. It shortened out electronics and revealed half dozen men in blue sleek armour.

Cobrate was already on point. Infiltrators! Light them up! Seven oxes of first platoon fired at the targets. The infiltrators that could be seen were quickly eliminated. Several more EMP grenades were thrown, revealing more sneaky men. Caught, the infiltrators shot back but outnumbered, outgunned and in horrible terrain ensured quick deaths. 17

Ham yelled on outfit coms. Infiltrators! Check your corners! Dont let them through! Acknowledgments came back briefly as first platoon began infantry combat.

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Their sneaking caught in the act, the NC began aggressive manoeuvres. Muffin caught sight of movement. Theyre advancing the transports now!

They know their gig is up. Ham reached for the rocket launcher on his back. Get some lock ons on them! He went onto a knee and aimed at the lead transport. Indicators added onto the Sunderer, each marking the transports being targeted. Rockets shot forward, striking the charging column. Armour shatter as guided rockets penetrated Sunderers and exploded. He managed to catch two kills before being distracted by an explosion. The Vanguards have resumed bombardment, peppering the lower levels and cliff edges with shrapnel.

Cobrate yelled as he collapsed to the ground from a close call. God damn tanks! Rockets couldnt be shot from the enemy suppression.

Smoke began to develop across the sand. First squad leader unlatched his rocket launcher. Theyre deploying smoke! Get some fire on those Sunderers! Several non-guided rockets shot forward into the smoke in hopes of destroying targets. The results are minimal as Sunderers manage to get past and park under the cliff, out of sight. Now the battle will shift to infantry combat.

Ham received a new report from third platoon. Incoming troops from the east!

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At the Palisade

Arc of first squad approved the setup defences. AV Turret line is ready. We can contain them here for a bit. They had setup a line along the left side of the main road. They will be able to get good vision with high ground above the most probable enemy approach.

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Whiplash, second squad XO reported. Second squad here. We have the buildings secured.

Gram heard the whistling that no infantry wants to hear. Its a strafing run! Get down! Gram grabbed the XO and pulled him to the floor. A squad of Scythes flew over the outpost, peppering plasma rockets from northeast to the southwest. Men toppled with burns or deaths. Turrets were destroyed. The land is hot with plasma.

Whiplash scrambled to his feet. Where are the bursters?! Anti-air MAXes began to pepper the air with flak. Several rockets shot in pursuit. The Scythes banked hard and out of sight. What came next was the Liberators. A full squadrons worth flew over lazily, pumping heavy weapons fire across the ground. Screams rang out across the platoon radio. The entire unit was in chaos.

Soap struggled to get his voice heard over the bombing. The defence lines hit! The armour is getting through the chokepoint! His voice was shut off by an explosive shot landing just a dozen meters away from him. He dove into a building as the rain of steel kept coming.

A set of bursters fired into the sky which was quickly silenced by the Dalton of a Liberator. The anti-air turret at the Crown turned to fire at the squad but proved to be an ants bite to the amount of damage they are unleashing to the Palisade. A barrage of missiles shot from the Crimson Bluff Tower discouraged the Liberators to break off their assault for now.

Gram got to his feet as the noise started to subside. His HUD is filled with warnings and requests that he was confused. He decided to reorganize the defence. Squad leaders, status!

Gilliam was first to respond. First squad, half casualties!

Sly responded next. Second squad, three men down!

Soap reported, pain in his voice. Third squad, just four men left!

That left Gram with 18 men to fight off an entire force of the Vanu Sovereignty. Gram ordered. Rally the troops! We need to handle the enemy armour and re-secure that checkpoint! The infantry moved forward to retake their defensive positions. 19

Whiplash went onto a knee and fired his rifle. We have infantry! Engage! Engage! The enemy had managed to advance their fast vehicles forward during the bombing. Purple troops disembarked from the Sunderers as Harassers provided suppressive fire with their PPA cannons. Third platoon had broken the squads into two areas. First and second squad by the north and third squad by southeast. The Vanu had setup a position and begun advancing the infantry.

Gram sprinted forward into the fray. He used his jetpack to leap onto a roof. He sprinted and leapt off the opposite edge. He used his Hailstorm to spray three men in mid landing. He then leapt over a rock, shooting another man before rolling onto the sand to avoid a rocket blast. Gram slung his SMG and fired his Emperor on a knee. Two men went down as Gram sprinted forward. Up front, a MAX aimed its twin Comets at him. Gram took chance to close in on a Vanu soldier and into melee. He kneed the man in the gut and stuck the C4 charge on him. He kicked hard, pushing the soldier against the MAX to explode in a ball of fire.

Gram shielded his eyes as the explosion faded. There are more Vanu approaching especially MAXes. Seeing the enemy numbers, he changed orders. Were not going to get it done this way! Fall back to the buildings!

Gilliam ordered his squad. Fall back! The remaining platoon fell back as the Vanu continued their advance. He heard on radio as he dived into a small prefab shed.

Enemy tank force has advanced to TI Alloys!

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At TI Alloys

The enemy tank force that had been bombarding the Crown had shifted for a more up close and personal battle. Four dozen Vanguards advanced in a formation of eight by three tanks. This force is deadly to any armour force.

The four dozen Vanguards will be met with equal numbers from the Republic. Alright tankers, lets show them the might of the Terran armour. Four dozen Prowlers stood ready in a line and

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deployed ready to go mono e mono with the enemy. The Vanguards advanced towards the Prowlers, entering effective combat range and started the battle of TI Alloys.

All tanks, open fire! Vanguard shields engage as both sides pepper each other with heavy fire. The tanks traded fire. High ground and rate of fire versus resilience and firepower. The Vanguards rotated positions, moving behind cover to get emergency repairs and recharge their shields. The Prowlers held ground as the CIKs combat engineers worked on restoring the nanite armour of the tanks.

Even so, that is not enough to stave off casualties. Both Vanguards and Prowlers exploded into flames, burning smoke and flames into the air. It still did not deter the two sides from fighting in what will be trading blows.

Second platoon of the oxes were not content to leave the tankers to duke it out. An AV turret line had been setup to the rear of the tank line in higher ground. Maegra said as he strode across the line. Come on engineers! Coordinate your fire and support those tanks!

Two and three sync on me! Loopy called as they launched a trio of guided missiles. A Vanguard at the far left exploded from taking it from the turrets top. Retribution came back when one of the AV gunners collapsed with a bloody hole on his head.

Maegra heard a call for a medic before Ribs interjected. Watch out! We got snipers!

Dev called out to the platoon. Get some men to shoot back! Assault troopers! Get your lock ons onto those tanks! He went onto a knee and took a slow breath. He fired two shots of his AMR-66 and a small silhouette in the distance dropped to the ground.

Nick hollered as he zoomed in his binoculars. Enemy NC troops coming in from the southwest bridge!

Maegra ordered. Third squad, redirect those turrets! Setup defensive positions and dont let them flank us!

Cheese, leader of third squad acknowledged. Roger that! Third squad on me! Grab those turrets and get going! Several MAXes assisted the combat engineers by lifting the turret up whole and 21

shifting. The time they had was just a minute. The enemy Sunderers managed to park behind a tree and under cover. The enemy troops were already advancing cross the dirt road before being intercepted by leading members of third squad.

Shimmers charged forward, firing quick bursts of the TRAC-5S to exposed targets. He ducked as a bullet whizzed by his ear. He leapt over a railing before throwing a grenade. He skidded behind the vehicle platform as the grenade exploded. He peeked out, taking down another NC before catching sight of the deadliest weapons to infantry. He yelled as he pulled his head back under cover of the platform. MAX Crash! MAX Crash!

Maegra was swift to respond. First squad! Move to help third squad! Bring out the Decimators! Several Light Assault troopers leapt up to the buildings and took perch in attacking the enemies. First squad was quick to mobilize with NS Decimators. These rockets are the only effective way to quickly get rid of these MAXes in close quarters.

Dev charged forward beyond third squad. He fired his rifle rapidly, the larger bullet staggering a MAX or two. He went onto a knee as bullets whizzed by his head. He fired twice more before throwing an EMP grenade. It sparked and shocked the MAXes, temporarily paralyzing them in place.

Dev fled back and Cheese revved his Machine Chain gun as they took cover beside Shimmers. He peeked out as the gun spun death. A line was drawn in the sand and the NC was forced to pull back from the charge into cover. Third squad managed to setup the anti-infantry turrets fast enough to hold the NC at the trees. The NC MAXes have been held back from advancing into their forte territory.

Maegra yelled as he witnessed the tank line battling for supremacy. Stand firm! We will not lose to this bunch for we are the Republics finest!

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At the Crown, the situation remains relatively light of combat. The enemy bombardment had ceased. Now the battle lies in the enemy trying to push up the cliff. The oxes have high ground and entrenched positions. It would be extremely costly for the NC to advance every meter. However, the oxes XO was not happy. Muffin grabbed Hams attention. The Palisade is crumbling under armour attack! They need reinforcements!

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Ham opened his commander display. The map showed intense combat at TI alloys and the Palisade. Estimated numbers at the TI Alloys remain even but the Palisade was strongly outnumbered. Wheres Kevins detachment?

Rege, his radioman noted. They are rallying up with SOCA and the other scout units! Theyre preparing a counterattack against the Palisade. They need some time.

Ham called in his reserves. Send in the Liberators to back them up. Prepare Rival platoon for mobilization.

Rege paused as he listened to his radio pack on his back. 107th are mobilizing to assist the Palisade as well!

Muffin hissed. Knights tanks arent in good shape for close combat. We might just be throwing them away.

There was no time to argue for Mikhail warned from the cliff edge. Incoming Galaxy drop!

Rege called back. How many?!

Mikhail added. I count five incoming! The commanding officers could see five bulky Galaxies in a charge in open sky.

Cobrate yelled. Bring up the AA! Flak and rockets shot towards the lumbering beasts. The Galaxies maintained course, taking all the damage without impunity.

The Crowns northern anti vehicle turret fired a round, clipping off the port wing of the Galaxy. The doomed bird flew out of control as the Galaxies flew over the Crown. Ham reached for his Haymaker as he saw troops dropped off from the transports. Muffin yelled as he too readied his T9 CARV. They got through!

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Cobrate ordered first platoon. Search and eliminate these troops! We cannot let them flank our defence! Bursters and anti-armour to hold their positions! Hammer Flight reversed course and redirected to support third platoon.

Dukan yelled as he fired below from his perch. Enemies charging up the hill! A large shape of red went pass before skidding along the cliff wall to land onto the only path up the hill.

Shackle engaged Lockdown mode as his Mercies began spinning. You shalt not pass!

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Knight watched the radar intently. He caught sight of enemy signals, heading straight to the Crown. Anti-air squad, new targets incoming twelve o clock! He caught sight of the charging Galaxy drop. The four Skyguards and four Prowlers aimed their guns towards the enemy aircraft. Hold steady, we dont want to hit the communications relay. As soon as they entered weapons range, he yelled Fire!

Their guns roared as 120mm shells struck the lead Galaxy. It struck the cockpit, causing it to crash onto the ground. Maverick! Shift fire target two! The Vulcans shot at the aircrafts, piercing through armour. Another Galaxy came on fire before losing control. It went into a lazy corkscrew before it exploded into fragments of metal and flames.

Maverick came on the line. We got incoming Scythes, 3 o clock!

Knight saw a squads worth of aircraft incoming. Skyguards, engage them! Well handle the bigger targets! The Skyguards redirected fire, firing 40mm spikes of death. The Scythes scattered, shooting past the hill at top speed. The Skyguard remained persistent and tracked the incoming fighters. The Scythes had broken off to individual flight paths, allowing the rest to dart past the hill.

It would not be long for the Scythes to counterattack. Deploy smoke and scatter! The Skyguards activated their smoke canisters, spreading smoke on Magrider hill. They moved quickly down the hill towards Crossroads as its anti-air turrets came online.

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Watch your rear! Knight switched back to mobile mode. He reversed the tank as plasma rockets peppered his last location. Maverick shot back at the perpetrating Scythe but it missed. The Scythe activated its afterburners and shot away. Knight hit the brakes as he tracked another Scythe. His shot too missed but a Skyguard followed up and made a cockpit killshot. Unfortunately it spun out of control to crash into the said Skyguard. Both vehicles exploded as the other three Skyguards resumed anti-air duties.

Knight heard Maverick as he strained to get a target. Rival Three and Four are clear! Get to cover!

Knight shot back. Get to cover first! Ill cover you!

Rival two was already moving to cover of Crossroads Watchtower. Moving! Knight noticed a rapidly incoming blip. He opened his 3D Spatial Awareness projector, showing the Scythe heading towards Maverick.

Knight yelled as he fired. You got one on your tail! He fired his Vulcan which caught the Scythes attention. It broke away from the attack and instead focused on him. Well then, lets dance! The Scythe kept high above him, avoiding the turrets coverage of fire. The Vulcan too was out of reach. Knight slammed the throttle, forcing his tank forward. The Scythe fired its Saron lasers, burning hot marks onto the Prowler. The nanite armour is already approaching at its breaking point with those few shots.

Mavericks fire didnt discourage the Scythe which was eager for blood. Knight felt his tank getting hotter from taking the hits. It wouldnt take much more to penetrate through and kill him. He needed to go beyond his tanks limits. He slammed a hard left before pulling the handbrakes. The Prowler turned a full 180 and he pushed the tank forward again. The Scythe overshot, dropping its load of Plasma pods onto a helpless tree. Now racing towards the Crown, Knight kept his leg on the pedal. The Scythe shot forward before banking around for another strafing run.

Knight counted he had about six seconds. He counted until four and slammed the handbrake with a hard left. He overrode the tanks safety system and engaged anchor mode. The tank skidded in a full 180 turn downhill. Sparks screeched as the anchor pins dug deep gouges of dirt. The pins eventually took too much and snapped. Knight felt his tanks rear slam into a large rock. His guns pointing to the sky, he slammed the joystick to the right. Servomotors whined as the turret turned and Knight fired. The shot penetrated the belly, wrecking the aircraft into two.

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Maverick said as Knight got his tank moving. Skies are clear. Lets get you patched up.

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In the other side of the Crown, the skies are filled with aircraft. That included Eagle squad of the seven oxes. Palmer, the outfits combat controller spoke on radio. Helm, watch the skies. We have plenty of targets in the air. Helm sent a double click acknowledgement. The 107th will provide air dominance. Our main targets are on the ground.

Helm called to his Eagles. All flights, form up on me. They flew past Allatum Bio lab as they prepared for their primary targets which are at TI Alloys. Helm said as he armed his secondary weapons. Prepare rocket pods. They soared north past towards Seabed Listening Post. They then banked around to go around for the armoured forces rear.

Helm dived low as his squad followed suit. They skimmed the terrain, becoming little darts across the sand dunes. Up ahead, they could see the effects of battle. Helm cut his throttle by half as they neared combat range. Come on Eagles, here we go! Once we hit, break by pairs!

Eagle Nine cheered. Lets do this!

His HUD tracked targets. Helm chose the nearest one and vectored directly towards it. He pulled the trigger. Firing pods. Rockets shot forth to strike the Vanguards weak point in the rear. It didnt penetrate through the shield but the follow up rockets from his squad managed to pierce and kill the vehicle.

As fast as they came in, they were gone. He could hear the Skyguards firing behind him, pissed as hell. Palmer, the combat controller reported. We have good hits. Two clean kills. Confused a bunch of them

Helm ordered as they shot low across the sands, raising dust clouds with their engines. Setup another run. Were going for as many of them as we can.

Eagle Two could be heard in pain. Im hit. Helm could see smoke from his wingmans tail. Controls stiffy and Im leaking fuel! 26

Helm ordered. Pull back. Youre no good to us out here in that shape.

Roger His words were interrupted as the Mosquito exploded into flames. Helm turned over his shoulder to see a pair of Reavers on his tail.

He heard from the rest of his squad. We got bogies.

Helm pulled the joystick. Split by flights and engage! He rose into the air with a screech of the engines. The two Reavers kept on his tail, one firing with its main gun. He sideslip to the left and right in a juke to avoid the barrage of death. Helm spun the Mosquito upside down before pulling hard. He dove under the Reavers and returned to terrain level. He didnt lose pursuit and he could hear alarms.

WARNING! MISSILE LOCK!

Helm spared a glance to his back. He caught Coyote missiles on his tail. He hit the afterburners and followed the contours of the sand. The missiles approached closer as he pulled up and fired flares. The missiles greedily accepted this contribution and exploded. He tried to get closer to friendly lines for anti-air support but a cloud of tracer fire stopped him. He cursed as he was forced to fly deeper into enemy territory.

Helm needed to get the Reavers off his tail. He flew over Ceres Hydroponics, keeping low to the ground. He could see the bullet tracers striking up dust clouds in front of him. He swerved left and right with a barrel roll. He decided to use his trump card. He pulled hard on the stick and triggered the afterburners. A half second, he flattened the throttle with brakes on maximum. His Mosquito pulled up to the Reavers level and made a 180 rotation to face the enemy.

Feeling the Mosquito hang in the air, he fired a barrage of Coyote missiles. The micromissiles struck the lead Reaver, tearing it apart. He slammed the thrusters to full, completing another 180 and in the rear of the Reaver.

The Reaver shot ahead with its afterburners. Helm cursed as his afterburner charge was low. The Reaver got a bit more distance as Helm trained his weapons. He fired controlled bursts but his shots missed. He caught sight of the Reavers external fuel tanks before it triggered afterburners again. Helm swore as he didnt have any fuel tanks to compensate against the NC fighter. The NC ESF pulled a 27

corkscrew before flinging a reverse manoeuver. The Reaver is back on him again. He had only a second before his alarms went wild.

MISSILE LOCK!

Helm dove as his afterburners fully recharged. He hit the afterburners as he aimed into the J-09 Bridge. He shot into the small bridge gap. The missiles peppered the bridge roof as Helm dodged the crates and bulkheads littered on the bridge. Two seconds later, he was clear and he pulled hard to port. The Reaver continued pursuit.

Helm dove under the bridge and hit the brakes. The Reaver shot past and Helm slammed throttle to full. He aimed for two seconds before firing. The Reaver suddenly darted to starboard, avoiding the veterans true aim. Helm banked in chase as he pulled a corkscrew. The Reaver suddenly cut speed. Helm slammed the throttle empty to stay on the Reaver. He was forced to go under the Reaver and he could see the Reavers belly. Both sides refused to give speed, each intending to stay on each others back. Helm opened his cockpit and stuck a present. Helm hit the afterburners as he thumbed the detonator. Have a nice day.

The present detonated, tearing the Reaver into pieces of metal. Helm turned towards friendly territory. I knew it was worth it to keep one on board. Finally free from combat, Helm requested. All wings, report in.

Steve and Jacob formed up on their squad lead. Three and four standing by.

Nord reported. Second Flight reporting all in good shape.

Helm checked third flight. All IFFs of third flight are gone. Form up on me. Were going to pop us more tanks. They banked for the Crown eager for more kills.

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All three battle zones are strife with conflict. NC and Vanu both sought to overthrew the Republic in all three critical zones. There is one thing that is common. There are always never enough medics. Mikhail was sought after dearly to treat the wounded into fighting shape. Nanite technology 28

made it a lot faster and simpler to treat wounds but you need to have the right guy who could do it right. I mean, you wouldnt want to grow a third hand do you?

The battle of the Crown is scattered across the tower. From the top levels to the lowest levels of the cliff. The Galaxy drop has created a hole in the defence of the Crown which First platoon sought to seal. At the ground level, third squad held the cliffs while first and second squad are on active search and destroy. Right now, the enemies at the cliff managed significant progress thanks to the Galaxy drop. Mikhail threw himself to the floor as he avoided his head getting blown open by a Gauss SAW. He yelled to his right. Ammar, take out that Heavy Assault!

The dark skinned man nodded. Will do! The bulky assault trooper rose to his feet, firing his TMG-50. The assault trooper activated its shield, absorbing the fire. The man shot back. Ammar likewise activated his shield and absorbed the counterattack. Ammar chose to take the battle personal by leaping off his perch and onto the soldier. He landed onto the man and reached for his knife. The NC Assault trooper pushed him off and aimed. Ammar lunged forward, his shield absorbing one more shot before failing. Ammar landed onto the man, his knife going clean through the troopers neck.

Mikhail was on his feet as Ammar finished off the man. He gave a thumbs up as there are more to kill. Medic! Mikhail heard a call for him and a new request notification appeared on his HUD. He looked to the lower level of the cliff, an engineer was done and needed attention. He sprinted down the cliff, avoiding bullets coming from below. Ammar provided cover fire as Mikhail skidded to the engineer. A quick diagnose revealed bullet wounds in the chest. Youre going to be fine. He grabbed his Medical Applicator and began configuring it to heal the injury.

He was interrupted by the pull of a hand. Mikhail was forced to turn to face the barrel of a pistol whom on reflex fell backwards. The shot missed his head and he grabbed onto the pistol. The infiltrator revealed himself as the cloak failed. Mikhail rose himself, slamming his shoulder against the man. He reached for his knife and stabbed the mans side several times before ramming it into the neck. Stop disturbing my god damn job! He kicked the infiltrator off the cliff. He turned his attention back to the engineer. Now where were we?

Down below, the enemy began to lose momentum and be pinned against high ground. The Sunderers carried the vital holding position with the addition of a rebirth generator. As long as these Sunderers are around, the enemy can regroup and continue the assault. Several shapes approached the half dozen transports. A Medic was retuning the when a Chainblade entered the base of his neck. A hand covered the mouth and gently guided the body to the floor. Shadow nodded as the infiltrator team of eight began their attack.

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They came in from both flanks. Several EMP grenades sparked as they temporarily shorted out the transports. They charged swiftly as Ufemia leapt from cover towards the back of a Heavy Assault. Ufemia stabbed in the neck as Shadow fired his SMG. Two bodies dropped as Ufemia sprinted forward. Several more bodies dropped as precise suppressed gunfire cleared her path. She opened the lead Sunderers door and threw a claymore inside. It exploded, thrashing the rebirth generator within. She heard a voice. Drop! She dived for the floor as Demond shot the guy behind her.

Shadow yelled as he saw an infantry exit the rebirth generator with a weapon. Grenade! Shadow shot it off the mans hand. It exploded, spreading death in full circle. Six men died before they even knew what happened. By the time the NC regained cohesion, the infiltrators have vanished back to the nothingness.

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Stand your ground! Cheese yelled as he reloaded his weapon. The situation is turning grave for second platoon. The NC infantry received new reinforcements with the arrival of two Sunderers. Two dozen MAXes disembarked. He noticed the insignias and couldnt believe his eyes. The 666th Devil dogs are here!

Shimmers yelled as he was forced to dive under cover again. Those MAXes are advancing! The Aegis shield provided enough protection for the enemy to advance under the hail of fire. Rockets proved nothing against the formidable shield technology of the New Conglomerate.

Maegra was forced to withdraw support. Second squad, go around the left and flank the enemy! Leave the turrets here! Second squad consisted mostly of Combat engineers with a few medics. Leaving their constructible turret modules would cut their firepower by half. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Presents are in place! Nick said before taking a bullet to the head. He collapsed as Shimmers grabbed the detonator and sprinted for safer cover.

Cheese ordered his squad. Third squad, pull back into the buildings! First squad, lay down some cover fire! He received acknowledgment lights as first squad intensified fire. Their Machine Chain Guns revved a storm of bullets that no infantrymen dare to enter. Third squad quickly pulled back in the meantime, grabbing the turrets in the process. Theyll hold down the corridors and corners and make it more difficult for the enemy to pierce through. Cheese said as they took defensive positions. Were through, your turn first squad! 30

Herpington shot to his feet. Roger that! Fall back! They withdrew quickly but not without several casualties. Shimmers felt the arm of a fallen comrade as he leapt into the cover of a wall. Blow it! The packages of C4s pepper the vehicle terminal and remains of the anti-tank turret with large explosions. It forced them to hold back on the advance.

Blaze went onto a knee with his assault rifle. Second squad, keep them on the road! They have a full field of fire and began engaging at exposed infantry. Still, these MAXes are resilient, absorbing damage without significant injury. Keep the pressure on them! The NC Sunderers took action, firing back with Enforcers. Shrapnel flew, cutting through armour and flesh as second squad took cover behind a wall under suppression. A tank shell flew before hitting the rear of the Sunderer, blowing up sky high. Blaze emerged firing from cover. Suppressive fire!

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At the Palisade, the battle is tough. Both sides have not gained or lost ground. The Vanu had managed to setup a position behind a ridge outcropping. The tanks still could not get through into the outpost due to the strong deterrence by the rockets of the Heavy Assault troopers. Whiplash yelled as he recognized the Vanu armour markings. We have TROLs! TROLs are here!

Gram tossed a grenade out the window. Hunker down! A flurry of shots struck the window, forcing the platoon leader to pull back.

Spess, the third platoon radioman reported. 107th is onroute to reinforce!

Gram yelled to his remaining 12 men. You heard him! Stand your ground for the Republic! Acknowledgement lights flickered as they fought for every inch of soil.

A kilometre away, Onu said as Hammer flight begun their support gun run. Were going up first.

Field marshal Griffin of the 107th acknowledged. Copy that. We have those Scythes engaged. You are free to engage ground targets.

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Palmer added. Be advised. They got some anti-air setup along the canyon line. You guys are going to take a pounding if you go up high.

Onu decided the flight path. Roger that. Were going low level then.

Blue One of the 107th Liberator flight replied. Acknowledged. Well be behind your wing.

Onu switched channels to flight only. This is going to be a tight one. Stick on your toes. Hammer Flight approached from the south, staying close to the ground. They crossed over Zurvan North before climbing up the cliff. They knew the number of vehicles, all tagged before even seeing them. Guns, guns, guns. Kool angled the Dalton as they started their run. It wasnt even seconds when.

WARNING! MISSILE LOCK!

Lock ons! Flares! Onu engaged the flares as they flew over the enemy. Kool fired his Dalton, piercing through a Magrider. The tank plopped to the ground and exploded. Several Zephyrs peppered the ground with high explosive fire. Several Skyguards fired back at Hammer flight. Onu could feel the small explosions along the armour of his bird.

Seconds later, they shot past and under cover. Hammer Four reported as the 107th begun their run. Were hit! Engine Three and Four is down!

Onu called out. Pull back! Well handle the rest! Hammer four acknowledged and banked away for Crossroads.

Palmer reported the results. You have good hits and some kills. You slowed down their advance. Were still going to need another run.

Onu banked the bomber. Hold on! He brought Hammer flight in between the canyon rocks. The outpost was manned by bursters, peppering anti-air fire. Onu brought the flight to a hard left and hit the afterburners. He could feel his starboard wing brewing up a cloud of dust.

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Cystic of Hammer Three swore as they reached Galaxy Solar Plant. Their bombers crashed through the solar panels. This must be the most god damn craziest plan you have!

Onu smiled as he finished setting the flight path. No room for error boys! This is why were the elite! Hammer flight approached the bridge between the Palisade and the Crown. They shot through the gaps in between. He then immediately pulled to a hard left and up.

Zepher yelled over the radio as Hammer two scratched its wings along the bridge column. Is this what you mean by tight?! This is tighter than my wife for gods sake!

Onu shot back as he felt the Gs pin him to his seat. Take a damn ticket! They rose just above building level of the Palisade, out of the enemy cone of fire. He aimed at the Skyguards rear. Heres payback. The tankbuster fired, piercing into the thin rear armour and cooking off the engine. It exploded as Hammer flight shot past. That still left a number of Vanu vehicles remaining.

Palmer detected new sightings. Incoming enemy Liberators! The squad of Liberators are back and eager for a new fight.

Onu took on the challenge. Well handle them. Lets fight someone of our own size! Hammer Flight climbed on an intercept course. The enemy Liberators already had the altitude, enough to give their guns the first strike. Watch the Dalton! Onu cranked the brakes with a hard left. The shot missed to strike a 107th Liberator in the cockpit. It exploded into flames as they continued forward. .

Onu pulled to the left to reveal his birds belly. Angle!

Kool said back. Clear! The Dalton fired into the distance. It missed but it forced the enemy back. Onu levelled his bomber and sped away. The Liberators entered equal altitude and now it becomes a matter of skill.

Chrono yelled. Incoming Lib on our six! Shredder type! The Lberators A30 Walker proved to be a nuisance if not much else to the enemy. Onu could see a purple Liberator rapidly approaching on afterburners.

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Onu hit the afterburners as he felt a tankbuster round slam into the right wing. He dived slightly to the right, giving the needed angle. Now! Kool fired and replied.

Miss! Reloading! Onu kept the roll, now hearing the Shredder coming to life. High calibre rounds filled the sky, peppering Hammer one at the belly. Onu finished the roll, shielding the weakened part of his bomber. Kool demanded. Guns ready! Give me the angle!

Onu cut afterburners and slammed both the yoke and brakes down. The bomber shook violently as it bled airspeed, pointing its belly once again. Kool fired, striking the enemy Liberator in the engine. It shredded off the wing and caused it to corkscrew out of control. Onu did a quick check for damage. It only penetrated armour and nothing else. He turned around for another shot. Kool, fire!

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The bombing run is successful. It disoriented the enemy enough for Grams squad sized force to retake positions around the turret towers. Now they awaited part two of the counterattack. Rege reported for third platoon. Kevins detachment incoming in thirty seconds!

Gram hid behind cover and reloaded his weapon. Maintain position! Wait for them to do their work! On my count, suppress the enemy! He could see new IFFs on his HUD, a klick away. He counted to three before ordering. Third platoon, guns up! Third platoon threw everything they have at the enemy. LMGs, rifles, carbines and bursters. They ignored the bullets streaking towards them, making it a tug of morale. Who would break first to cover would grab hold of the moment.

However there would be no victor for the SOCA and HMRR mobile attack force struck first. They came from behind, rapidly climbing up the hill. Vulcans and Marauders pepper the infantry and rear of the tanks. The Kevins detachment charged from the west like a bull. The lead Sunderer took on heavy damage but it was a feint. The empty truck slammed into a Magrider and exploded, taking it out as well. The Sunderer behind it swerved and rammed into the other tank, knocking it off balance. Infantry leapt out and engaged in close combat.

Gram ordered as his HUD established contact with the new arrivals. Theyre here! Advance! They moved forward, killing troops advancing on the streets. He made contact with the reinforcements. Its good to see you here.

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Kevin gave a quick nod. Thats right. It was boring as hell to wait for you guys to roll over and die so we decided to join the party. However, the surprise counterattack still wasnt enough to break the assault. The Vanu maintained position behind the ridge. Although, the numbers became more even. The Harasser strike force pulled back, avoiding the tanks field of fire. They retreated as Kevins troops setup bare anti-armour positions. He swore when he saw the dozen tanks present, not including the troops. This is definitely going to be a slugfest!

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Cobrate noticed his platoon biosignature failing to KIAs. He caught no gunfire signature around those men. He called out to first platoon. We got infiltrators in the crown! Stop them at all costs!

Ham knew their target. He, his XO and radioman rushed towards the central spawn room. They entered guns blazing as they saw four infiltrators planting explosive charges. Their surprise attack killed three as they approached to melee combat. Ham used his chainblade and thumbed it to life. He stabbed but was deflected by the arm. The infiltrator punched back several times in the gut before slamming him into the console. Ham grabbed the cylindrical artefact as Rege shot the infiltrator with his carbine. Ham felt electricity pulse through his nerves before everything went black.

Ham awoke instantly. His mind told him that this place is wrong. He looked around to see white background. Where the hell am I?

This is interesting

Ham heard a voice. He gazed across the open space but found nothing. Who are you?

I am the world domination system

The voice came as though from everywhere. He turned around and yet still nothing is in sight. He climbed to his feet. The heck are you?

I am nothing less than the world domination system

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Where are you from?

I have always been in slumber for centuriesto be awakened by another species is intriguing

Ham remained unsure of this place. Where am I?

You interfaced with my core system and yet you cannot fathom where you are? Perhaps you are much more primitive than I expected.

Ham was puzzled. I thought that this crystal is a firmware override device.

Your judgement is flawed. The crystal only serves as a reactivation beacon

Reactivation beacon?

Once the download is complete, my systems shall rise again.

Ham had a sick feeling in his gut. Then what will you do?

We will cleanse this planet and return it to a fresh slate once again

He suspected his instincts are too accurate. Cleansing this planet as in exterminating everything?

Exactly

Ham refused to accept that reality. That is not going to happen.

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That is what it will become. Nothing more, nothing less

Youre not going to get your way. Not ever. Ham could see everything becoming bright white.

I look forward to seeing that happen

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Muffin checked his commanders pulse. The major is alive but knocked out cold. He didnt have any injuries so the XO slapped the man lightly several times in the face. Ham! Are you alright?!

The outfit commander awoke and blinked his eyes several times. Im.Im good.

Muffin offered a hand. Come on up. We need you on the battlefield.

Ham recollected everything as he stood up on his unsteady feet. The artefacts a trap.

Muffin blinked. What?

Ham explained as he pointed to the crystal. The artefacts a trap. That thing doesnt make an override. Its a reactivation beacon for some sort of machine!

The black haired officer is bewildered. How are you so sure?

Ham pointed at the crystal. The bloody device talked to me when I touched it. If we let it finish, it will turn something on and that something is very dangerous! We have to shut it down!

Muffin was unsure, contemplating the possible loss of his commanders sanity. I dont see how a machine can talk to you.

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I know its not a hallucination. Do you believe me? Rege nodded in acceptance.

Muffin made his choice. I believe you sir. Ham reached to the lever and swung it. The energy pulsing through the artefact disappeared and the communications relay shut down.

It wasnt even a minute when a high priority call came through. This is Republic Command. What in blazings hell are you doing?

Ham explained his actions. This artefact is a trap! Its not meant to do what the scientists say!

The chief commander of the Republic scorned. Theyre the guys with the know how to understand that device! Who are you to say they are wrong?!

Ham iterated. The artefacts a reactivation beacon for some alien machine! I cant explain how but it just is!

The chief refused to accept it. I cannot take the whim of one man over the chance of a great victory for the republic. You will reactivate the beacon at this very instant or be relieved of duty!

Ham narrowed his eyes. I cant do that chief. Too much is at stake here.

The older commander glared. Very well. You are hereby relieved of command. Next commanding in line will take over and restart that artefact!

Muffin spoke in turn. I refuse to obey that order. We trust our commander and we will not go against him.

The chief commander fumed. Very well. You leave me with no choice. Ham caught the communications switch to republic mode. All units, this is Republic Command. The 7OXes have gone rogue. I repeat, they have gone rogue and disabled the artefact. All units are to retake the Crown and reactivate the artefact!

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Rege said as communications was shut. Oh shit.

Ham shook his head in disbelief. This isnt going to be easy.

Cobrate heard the conversation. What the hell are we going to do? We cant just shoot our own comrades!

Ham strode outside to see the battle. We shouldnt shoot at our own but nor can we let them restart that beacon. If they restart it, the entire planet will be in trouble. The Crown is still intense but remained under control. TI alloys and Palisade are taking a beating but are making headway to retake momentum. Ham opened his commander console and could hear the confusion from his platoons.

He began to speak. You may have heard what Republic command has just ordered. This artefact will not be our saviour. It will be our destruction for its does do what its said to be. All communications went silent. This may sound like treason but Im asking all of you to resist against our comrades. He heard no one. We cannot let this device work or it will doom us all. Muffin bit his lip in anticipation. All platoons. Withdraw from the battlefield and regroup at the Crown. We cannot split ourselves thin. We will make our stand here. He received acknowledgment from all his units. They chose to be on his side and make their grand stand.

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Field Marshall Griffin was shocked when he heard the new orders. To fight their own comrade in arms is somewhat heard akin to blasphemy. The aged warrior looked at the commander map and questioned his XO. What are the other units doing?

His XO reported. SOCA, HMRR and other units are prioritizing on fighting the Vanu. They are maintaining hit and run strikes. Kevins detachment has rejected orders and is retreating with the oxes to the Crown.

Griffin turned to his third crucial officer. What about CIK?

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The 107th Combat controller reported. CIKs making a combat withdrawal alongside the oxes. They have not mentioned whether they are obeying or disregarding orders. I think were ditching Palisade and TI Alloys.

What are the oxes doing?

They are regrouping all their units to the Crown. They are really eager to defend the Crown.

Griffin contemplated it for a moment before he decided. The 107th is staying out of this fight for now. Fall back to Crossroads. We will not commit us to fighting our own brothers yet. Without a united force, we will have zero chance of winning the enemy.

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At Crossroads Watchtower, the war council is watching the battles intently. Republic command is in an uproar. The situation had gotten totally out of hand. First it was the joint attack by the Vanu and the Conglomerate. Now it is their main defence force making mutiny. The commanding chief ordered. What is the status of our forces?

All forces are engaging the enemy but have begun to withdraw. They appear not to be attacking the Seven Oxes yet. However, this withdrawal may pose to the enemy as a weakness who will push further to the objective.

A general threw his hands up into the air. The whole lines collapsing! This is the worst case scenario we can ever have!

The chief turned to the professor. Professor. Is there a possibility to what they are saying is correct?

The Professor smiled as he reached into his coat. That is entirely He pulled out a Commissioner and shot the nearest officer. With a flick of the arm, he shot the other four generals and officers. Possible.

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Only the chief commander is left. You traitor

The professor smiled in return. No. I am only serving for the greater good. Goodbye. Winford fired a fatal shot through the heart. The chief commander collapsed dead. Winford smiled as the door to the council room opened. Well then. My purpose is complete. He went down in a hail of fire.

It wasnt even two minutes when they got the news. Rege yelled across outfit comms. The Republic war council has been assassinated!

Ham was surprised by the new developments. What the hell? Things have just gotten a lot worst!

Maegra noted as Second and Third Platoon had regrouped around the Crown. All entire cohesion of the Republic military has ceased. We are essentially broken and ripe for the taking!

Gram hopped off his Sunderer to join the conversation. That means we are disorganized as a fighting military! We wont be able to mount an effective defence for long.

Muffin offered a suggestion. Can we negotiate with the enemy? Get them to back off?

Cobrate pointed to his weapon. You know the Republic never negotiates. We can only hope at best that the enemy notices and withdraws.

They were suddenly interrupted by the whine of a communications relay. Ham checked his command terminal. Theyve restarted the upload! Ham swore. We got traitors! They rushed down towards the central level. There, several republic troopers stood ready with arms ready. Gram threw a concussion grenade into the room. It stunned as they entered and shot them.

Cobrate saw the percentage nearing completion. Were not going to make it! Muffin leapt forward towards the lever but he just reached short of it.

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Ham rushed forward and slammed the lever off. He checked the progress bar on the console. Shit. Its done. The communications tower of the Crown pulsed and shot a purple beam into the sky. As it ended, Ham could hear a noise from the artefact. It was the worst ever.

I AM WHOLE ONCE AGAIN

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Were picking seismic readings at the J09 Impact site! Ham commandeered a republic satellite and focused on the location. The image came on projector, revealing the J09 site area. The ground collapsed as a large metal structure burst from the ground. Another metal structure burst out before several more. The buildings there started to fall into an abyss as out came out a monstrosity. Standing almost as tall as the J09 Bridge, it stood on twelve legs. It had a long thin body with a neck. It had a dinosaurlike head structure.

Maegra couldnt believe his eyes. What the hell is that thing?

Ham stabbed at the projector. This is what Ive been warning about. That is what it calls itself the world domination system.

Gram shook his head as the machine started to move. We have to take it out.

Muffin had great doubts. No way can we do it alone. A machine of world domination would probably carry immense firepower.

Ham decided to make a difficult choice. Contact the NC and the VS. Were going to need a lot more guns for this.

It was only a minute before communications was established. The Vanu was acutely aware of the new developments. The Vanu commander, masked by his fully enclosed helmet nodded. Did you come to gloat to us about your success?

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Ham responded. Its the other way around actually. That thing is not under our control and we need to stop that thing.

That statement bewildered the two faction commanders. The Vanu commander raised an eyebrow. Is that so? I understand your concerns about thismachine.

The New Conglomerate commander said. I have to agree. This weapon cannot be destroyed by each of our own. The aged warrior glinted with doubt. It does not mean that I can trust you. The Vanu commander likewise nodded in agreement.

Ham approached closer to the console. I understand what you mean. Then lets do this. We will lead the assault against it. If we ever go against you, you have your guns on our ass. Is that fair for you?

The blue commander chuckled. Thats very bold of you. We will provide aid for now. Well stay out of your way and you stay out of ours. We will have our combat controllers coordinate between our forces. Is that a deal?

Ham agreed to the terms. Good enough. Well play that way. Communications ended as soon as it was started.

Rege received new communication as two Galaxies landed onto the crowns airpad. This is Skyfree 1, were bringing in our rebirthed boys back to the fight.

Ham approved of it. That will bring us back to full outfit strength. He opened his commander terminal and selected Ceres Hydroponics. Deploy all platoons here. Arrange and advance towards the enemy target. We made this mess. We have to clean it up.

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The coalition force didnt have much time. The WDS as quickly abbreviated by Gram had already begun advancing towards the Crown. It is however slow, providing enough leeway for the coalition to effectively deploy to a simple plan. The NC had established a foothold attack point from the open ground northwest of Ceres Hydroponics. The Republic had the centre with the Vanu on the eastern flank towards Galaxy Solar Plant. Ham ordered his forces. All units, attack! 43

Vanguards, Magriders, Prowlers, Lightnings, Sunderers and Harassers all advanced in a concave towards the enemy. The tanks took the lead, getting in range of the huge weapon. Palmer coordinated between the factions. Concentrate all firepower on that thing!

The aircrafts came quickly after. They advanced as a menacing swarm, ready to unleash their weapons of mass destruction. Suddenly, a Mosquito exploded before several other fighters followed suit. Fire lead yelled as purple plasma filled the sky. Break! Break!

Onu cursed as his Liberator took a hit. He banked hard and away as smoke filled his cockpit. That thing has point defence weapons!

Helm dived for ground when he saw grey plumes of smoke rising from the WDSs back. Missiles! Missiles!

Someone asked back. What type?!

He yelled in return as he brought his Mosquito under the WDS and through the other side. Coyotes! He flew past and dove to cover as the entire air armada scattered under the precise shooting of the WDS anti-air weaponry.

The coalition responded with another round of tank fire. A set of teal shields took the blow. The WDS in turn responded by firing red lasers from its body and dragged along the sands. The tanks caught by it quickly heated up and melted before exploding violently. Several small shapes spin in the air before landing beside the tanks, creating large explosions that turn the unfortunate ones to ash.

As the lasers approached the Vanguards, blue shields quickly encompassed them. The lasers crossed over them and the shield failed. The Vanguards were barely unscathed. However, Gram could see the immense steam glowing from the tank. Those crews were probably almost boiled alive from the shot.

Infantry disembarked and setup various AV turrets scattered across the dune. Metallic shapes emerged from the ground. The shapes marched forward, armed with large sleek weapons. Purple plasma shot forward, vaporizing all that it came contact. Muffin yelled. We got infantry!

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Cobrate ordered his platoon as the tanks began to reverse. Protect the tanks! He went to cover and fired at one of the metallic humanoids. Several bursts pierced through the chest area before it collapsed in a seizure of sparks. They still die to small arms! Hit them!

Mikhail skid into cover of a rock before peppering the enemy with quick and accurate bursts. He slid back as plasma struck his cover. He could feel the immense heat from the rock. Medic! Mikhail peeked to see the yelling man in front of him behind another rock. The soldier clearly had lost an arm cleanly at the elbow.

Mikhail called out. Ammar! Cover me! He shot forward from cover towards the downed Conglomerate. He sprinted down before losing balance. He toppled into a roll several times onto the sand. He got back up, exposed as one trained its weapon.

Mikhail was almost shot when the shot was intercepted by a blue shield. He turned to see a MAX. Shackle joined him, firing his Mercies. A few of the enemy went down as Shackle recognized the markings on the helmet and weapon. You

The familiar MAX responded. Well settle our debt later. Now we have many things to turn into junk.

Shackle nodded as he accepted. Whats your name?

King.

Shackle locked down his legs as they faced the arriving group of mechanical infantry. Well then King, lets massacre them.

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At the tank line, tanks had begun to spread out and find entrenching positions. They have been shooting at the WDS for several minutes. The Vanguards could survive the laser shot and so had the front line. The Magriders could avoid the shots through application of the Magburner and so had the middle ground. The Prowlers had setup further at the back, firing their guns rapidly at the WDS. The 45

Magriders have been putting their mobility to good use, attacking infantry with their secondary weapons and mobile frames.

The Magriders danced along the sands, running over mechanical infantry as their Saron fired precise bolts which annihilated whole robots. The Vanguard commander was not satisfied. Come on Vanguards! Lets show them the Wall of Steel! The blue tanks advanced, roaring their engines as they fired with the rage. They became the target and they will take every hit and shoot back double!

I need ammo! Knight called out as his last shot struck the face of the large machine for the dozen time.

The 9th Republic Logistics officer retorted. You guys have to hold back on your consumption.

Knight popped his head out. My stocks are totally empty! Dont tell me you want me to shoot my guns with forks and spoons!

The ammo man said. Weve already made the 12th supply run just for you guys. Just wait for your turn!

Knight climbed out of his tank. I dont give a blazing damns in how many supply runs you guys have already done! He leapt down and strode angrily to the officer. That thing isnt going to god damn wait for us to get ammunition and shoot it again! Now get me my damn ammo or I will use you as its replacement! That made the man shut up and rushed quickly to his Sunderer.

Meanwhile in the air, it is totally ineffective. Onu cursed as he landed his Liberator at Crossroads. We cant get close not with those point defence weapons online! He leapt out to look at the scorched marks on his bird. Damn, thats really some painful stuff.

Coleman suggested as the Skyfree made a flyby. All fighters. You can form up on us! Well make a way for you!

Onu said. Are you mad?! That thing packs a major punch! Even my Liberator nearly blew up in one hit!

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Coleman accepted their probable fate. We know how much hurt it packs. We need you guys to dish out as much pain on that alien. Those tanks arent going to make it out alone. If we go down, well know at least that we did our job.

Helm said as his fighter kept to the Galaxys side. Thats rather prideful of you Galaxies boys. He then ordered. All wings! Form up behind the Galaxies! Single file formation! Four dozen aircraft formed up in a single line behind the Galaxies. That made four lines of aircraft in a formation with two galaxies each.

The flight armada took off, heading northeast towards Zurvan. Fighters of all factions flew in formation behind the bulky transports. Alan yelled as the four galaxies banked towards the WDS. Here we go!

Their presence was immediately detected with lasers flying towards them. They could see the Galaxies soaking up fire, chunks of nanite armour melted or torn off. Fires sprouted out along the Galaxys back in front of them. Alan ordered the lead Galaxy. Break! It broke off to the right as the Skyfree took over the tanking. Alan felt the missiles slam into their bird. This is rough!

Coleman assured over the ringing alarms. Hang in there girl. Hang in there! The Galaxys integrity shown on the console was turning red by the second. They had only covered a full klick. They need a few more to get close enough to get their damage done.

Helm could see the Skyfree catching fire. Youre taking too much hits! Break off!

Alan refused as smoke entered the cockpit. He shut off the alarms as fire suppression activated. Were almost there! The Galaxy reached the three kilometre mark. Pieces of armour shattered off as cockpit glass broke. He could feel the burning heat on his skin.

The Galaxy is catching fire in multiple places now and the suppression system cant keep up. Enough is enough. Its time to bail! Coleman activated his jet pack and prepared to jump. Come on Alan lets go!

Alan yelled as he tapped several commands. Im setting autopilot! You go first! Coleman nodded and ran out to open the cargo bay door. Alan saw that the computer systems are failing entirely and refused to respond. Only manual control could work. 47

Coleman realized somethings wrong when the cockpit door closed shut. What the hell youre doing?!

Alan kept his focus on the console. Systems kaput! Im taking her down on it! You go ahead and bail out!

Coleman smacked on the door as the Galaxy shook violently from another hit. Get out of there! Shes going to blow!

Its too late for me. Alan turned to face the impeding monster. Truth isI never used the Rebirth system. Tell my wife and kids I love them. Coleman felt heat before the Galaxy was split into two.

Coleman screamed his name as he was sucked out of the Galaxy. ALAN! All he heard in response is a mans cry for vengeance as the front half crashed into the WDS. He swore as he took the loss of his partner. He screamed with the anger of a thousand suns. ALL BIRDS! BRING IN THE RAIN AND MAKE IT COUNT!

The air armada spread out, unleashing their weapons. Missiles, plasma and bullets pepper the skin of the alien weapon. Helm felt fire in his blood. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! HIT THAT THING WITH EVERYTHING WE GOT! He dumped rocket upon rocket on it, eating more energy of that machine with every shot. He dove under the WDS and shot for cover.

MISSILE LOCK

Helm looked over his shoulder as he saw a half dozen missiles. He swore as he shot his flares. They refused to let go of his trail as Helm made a barrel roll. Suddenly, the missiles exploded with a jet of plasma. The smoke cleared to reveal a Scythe. He knew those bright purple markings. Ados.

The reply was brief. You owe me one. They dived for the rocky cover of Seabed Listening outpost but not without several casualties.

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Meanwhile, the mechanical infantry continued their advance up the cliffs. Particle lasers burned flesh and armour clean. Coalition troops were pinned down behind cover as more enemies emerge from the impact site. Theyre starting to breaking through!

Ham could see the damage they are inflicting is still limited. They need some way to make it hurt. He ordered on public comms. Get me a Harasser! Im need to get back to the Crown!

Maegra threw a question. Ham! What are you planning?!

A Harasser parked in front of the commander. Ham climbed onto the rear cargo bay. I am going to talk to that thing again.

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When Ham re-entered the weird plane, the place had changed entirely. It was once white and now it is a shade of metal grey. There is a throne and atop of it is a metallic humanoid machine. It had no flesh to cover the gaps of its metallic structure. Its body similar to a human but it also has large metallic claws. That and minus a bugs face.

The machine clasped its hands together. Youre back.

Ham gestured to his Haymaker. If I cant destroy you on the outside, Ill have to get rid of you from the inside.

Your confidence is foolhardy. The machine rose on its two feet. A metal staff appeared from the floor with a purple orb at its top. Ham fired his shotgun, spraying shrapnel of metal. The machine leapt into the air, stabbing towards the man in red.

Ham leapt aside and rolled to his feet. He shot another shot but it was deflected by a set of shields. The machine activated something for a scythe of energy is formed at the bottom of the staff. Do you believe that the flesh can surpass the might of steel?

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Ham reloaded his weapon as he watched for movement. I know what many enemies of mine say and theyre always bullshit. He rechambered the round and fire. The shields took the damage as the machine lunged towards him. He leapt to the left, avoiding the stab before hopping back to avoid a follow up slash. He fired twice but to be absorbed again by the shields. Ham threw himself backwards to the floor to avoid a slash for the neck. He rolled to his right and onto his feet and barely deflected another slash at the cost of his shotgun.

The Haymaker in two clean pieces, he switched to his pistol and chainblade. The machine leapt forward with a stab. Ham sidestepped, avoiding the stab just barely while firing a shot to the face. The shield took it once again but the machine wasnt done. It spun a full circle. Ham felt the scythe cut through his spine. He felt nothing of his legs. You are disappointing. The machine spoke as Ham plopped to the floor into two pieces.

Ham gasped for breath as he reached out for the Commissioner across the floor. The gun laid out of reach of his fingers. The fingers brushed the stock before the gun disintegrated to nothing.

I failed

Ham felt his vision fading. He saw his former commander standing beside him. He must be hallucinating. Blades The ghost shook his head.

You are not done yet

I failed Im sorry Ham felt everything giving way to the darkness of death. Blade grabbed his arm.

You havent failed me yet. You can still do this.

I cant Ham felt his body fading. He felt warmth flowing from his palm to his chest. It soothed as hot fire through his veins.

You are my most trusted man. I know you can do it. Blades assured. The choice to win or lose is only up to you. This world is unbound by the limitations of physics. It is only up to the imagination of your choice! If you cannot kill it now then be something that can! Blades gestured to his chest. Even if 50

I am dead but I am still here in the memories of your mind! Dont give up and stand up! Dont forget your loved ones. Dont forget what we are fighting for!

Ham recalled of his loved one. He didnt want to imagine the tears of his wife and kids. He cant go. He cant go yet. I love you dear. Come back soon. He took a deep breath and steeled his heart. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The system machine looked intently as the human flesh glowed green and sealed together once again.

The man rose to his feet. I am man of flesh, blood and bone. The surrounding air began to glow blue. I am machine. Winds begin to blow into a storm. Thunder struck in the distant planes. I am not just the Republics will. I do more than just bringing order. Sparks and air begin to intertwine into blue shapes. I embody Freedom of man. The shapes began to solidify into objects. I bring knowledge to the future.

Large red gauntlets slipped over his hands. The Chainblade glowed as it extended to sword length. A Hacksaw slapped over the left arm. Sleek body armour slapped over the torso with large bulky greaves attached to his legs. The plasma engines on his back revved to life, glowing bright red energies.

AEGIS SHIELD ONLINE ZEALOT OVERDRIVE ONLINE LOCKDOWN ONLINE

The WDS mocked. You are supposed to stay dead when you are killed.

I cant give a rats ass about that! Ham trained the bulky shotgun. Lets do this again! His legs rerouted power, firing the Hacksaw rapidly. The WDS shifted left and right, avoiding the attacks. It reached to slash for the neck but the chainsword held it back. Ham stabbed the Hacksaw in the gut before firing several times. The green shield failed and shrapnel scratched the surface. WDS pushed back before leaping with a kick to the chest.

Ham regained balance as he reloaded. A second later, he fired another salvo but all missed. He disengaged Lockdown and charged forward with ZOE assist. The extra speed surprised the WDS as Ham slashed with the chainsword. It was parried as Ham struck again and again with each step forward.

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The WDS closed in, slamming its shoulder against the MAX armour. It gave both sides some distance. The humanoid machine spun its scythe before releasing an energy bolt. Ham raised the shield and absorbed the shots before shooting back with the Hacksaw. The shots were absorbed by the rapidly spinning staff before counterattacking with another trio of energy bolts

Ham shielded himself against it and barely saw the leaping figure. He fired a few times before slashing. The strike was parried as the WDS landed on its feet. Ham smacked the torso with the Hacksaw, throwing the machine backwards. WDS recovered gracefully on its feet as it saw the charging MAX. Metal crashed against metal. I AM HUMANITYS WILL MADE MANIFEST!

Ham slashed for the neck, chest and right shoulder. Each assault was repelled barely but Ham gained more momentum with every attack. Another slash from below broke the staff into two. I BRING ORDER TO CHAOS! Ham spun, slicing off an arm.

I FIGHT FOR MANKIND AND PROTECT ALL THAT IS HUMAN! He smashed against the chest, pushing it across the ground. His charge forward sliced both legs in a fiery of yellow sparks.

Ham switched the grip of the chainsword. I WILL ELIMINATE YOU! He stabbed the remaining arm off and now he had victory. The machine screeched as it lay collapsed onto the floor, crippled. The sliced off parts disintegrated into green strings of code and data.

Ham towered over the broken machine as he reloaded the Hacksaw. I hope theres a heaven for you machines. He trained it at the head. Because your fate is sealed.

The machine spat. My destruction will mean nothing to the fate of your kind.

If you guys ever come back, well be ready for you. He pulled the trigger. The WDS screamed as its face was shredded to bits. The corpse broke down into pieces of code and data. The world turned white as data swirled around him. Ham grabbed to it as he awakened.

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The CIKs commander said as he avoided a laser blast. That things shield is down! Hammer it! The tanks intensified their fire, breaking armour bit by bit. The WDS raised its head in a gesture of pain. 52

A radio broadcast came from the Crown. This is Major Ham of the Seven Oxes. I have destroyed the main software of the WDS. Now we need to destroy its main core!

Maegra asked. Where is the core located?

Ham explained as he watched the battle from the air pad. Its at the head. Right between the eyes.

The Vanguard commander said. We need something that can crack through that armour! Our shots are barely scratching it as it is!

The Vanu Paragon suggested. A synchronized shot will break through it.

The NC commander responded. We cant do a synchronized shot with our all tanks.

Knight volunteered. Let me do it. I can interface with our Prowlers to get that critical shot. The others can follow up once we cracked it.

Sly responded. Your tanks cant take the shot. You wont be able to get close enough to hit.

Knight retorted. I can do it from maximum range.

Palmer joined the chatter. The head must be the size of a thumb at that range. Theres no way you can hit it!

Knight remained undeterred. I am a tank specialist. Ive shot infantry at that range. I can make the snipe. Nobody made a retort.

The armoured commander approved. I like your boldness. I agree to this plan. Well synchronize our tanks for the follow up. The Vanu went along as well, preparing their tanks. 53

The Vanu Paragon ordered. Infantry are to protect the tanks and keep it distracted for the time being. This must be allowed to succeed. AV turrets shot as many rounds as possible to the WDS. AI turrets held back the advancing wave of metal troopers along with several MAXes.

Knight worked a few controls as his targeting system started data upload. Initiating synchronization. Several seconds later, the networking is successful. He gently nudged his joystick, controlling many guns simultaneously. He could barely see the core from his position. Even on maximum zoom, that point is the size of a peanut and its actively moving. Come on baby, work with me. He aimed and fired.

Half second later, sixteen tanks fired simultaneously, their shots from across the concave formation. The AP shells flew closer and closer until it shot past the left side. Palmer reported. A miss!

Knight tweaked it a bit more. Come on He fired another shot. This time, the salvo struck at the neck, shattering chunks of armour.

Palmer was dismayed. Another miss! The WDS narrowed its focus. Its noticed you! The laser cannon on its head charged for a longer ranged shot. Its readying the laser shot! Get out of there!

I can do the shot! He blinked the sweat as he tuned his aim. The gun finished reloading when Knight knew he had it. He pulled the trigger. Take this! Two salvos fired in tandem soared towards its target. It flew and hit right in the centre of its forehead. A big explosion blew significant chunks of the armour.

Palmer cheered. Direct hit! He could see the large red orb in the exposed area. Theres the core! A Liberator charged in as the WDS reeled its head back from the damage taken.

Onu yelled as they pulled a reverse thrust brake, showing the Dalton. Now have a piece of this you piece of junk! The gun fired, piercing right through it, shattering it to pieces.

Ham smiled as he saw the shot. Its crumbling! Put everything on it! Synchronized fire from all three factions attacked the head. Plasma and good old fashioned projectiles pepper the WDS. It was finally enough to snap the neck. The entire machine lost balance and started to collapse. 54

Cobrate saw the advancing wave of WDS infantry collapse to the ground dead. We did it! Cheers went across the line in this victory. Ham didnt realize how tired he was until he dropped to the floor, everything turning black.

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At the frontlines of the battlefield, scores of metal corpses lay on the ground in tangled messes. Standing proudly above their improvised throne of a rock, two MAXes, one in red and other in blue admired their work.

King asked as he heaved with fatigue. Parts of armour had been melted off, revealing the thin undersuit. How many did you get?

Shackle, likewise damaged responded as he attempted to reload his Mercy. Thirty.

King nodded with approval. Thirty as well. A draw. It is a good fight.

The Republic cyborg warrior agreed. Well met. I look forward to our next fight.

I have thirty five. Mikhail settled himself onto the sand. You guys cant shoot the broadside of a barn with those guns. The two MAXes looked at the medic. A moment later, the two machines of death strolled along the dark sands as a pair of legs struggled to free itself from the sand.

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When Ham woke up, it was already late evening. Muffin was standing beside him. He smiled and offered a hand. I see youre awake now.

Ham grabbed it. Where are the NC and VS?

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His XO summarized. Long story short, theyve withdrew from battle. The fight is over and since the artefacts useless, they decided to stay their hand a bit from fighting.

Ham snorted as he took off his helmet. I prefer it if you call it licking their wounds. He enjoyed the wind running along his brown hair. Then again, we have our own wounds to lick. The Rebirth systems are going to be running over the clock to restore the Republic to effective military strength. There will be mourning for those who are lost forever.

Muffin smiled in return. Sure thing commander. Also they decided to wish us upcoming happy New year.

The young commander laughed. They sure are a weird bunch. Well we are all a weird bunch. Muffin shrugged in response. Send them a happy new year message too. Cant be the only sulky boys out there.

Will do Major. They gazed at the impact site in the distance. It is a battlefield littered with metal husks and corpses. The battle had been won at such great cost. Silence fills their ears. Muffin asked. How do you feel?

Ham replied. Honestly, I feel like shit and I need a hot shower and some chow. Still, I feel good after winning a hard fight.

Muffin snorted. Alright Major. Lets get that handled shall we? They turned back towards the tower to get down and preferably some much needed R&R. There will be more war but that will be for another day.

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As I, Knight end this tale, the war has yet to end. Even though united against an alien race, three sides with their own ideals remain conflicted in battle and refuse to concede. For the Republic, the Seven Oxes are one of their best outfits. They inspire all that is all around them, conducting missions against impossible situations. Their leaders bring success even to the plan with the lowest of chances. They bring themselves even against the enemy elites, bringing battlefields to standstills.

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It may be another sixty years before we may even find an end to this war. Still, it doesnt matter whose side we are on. Even as we fight on, we will never forget what we are. We are man before we are soldiers. We will protect humanity first no matter the cost. Technology brings us forward. Freedom is our goal. Unity is our strength. In time, we will need all three again for as what Ham once said.

If you guys ever come back, well be ready for you.

FIN

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