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Post by Septimus on Jul 21, 2013 4:22:50 GMT
Septimus groaned at the monstrous roar, though he didn't let that play out of his armour's speakers. That was sure to convince them to help him fight through this overgrown madness. Then, a few alerts bleeped on his HUD, a sigh to accompany his groan.
"Energy spike. Another matter bridge." Lyla confirmed, marking the direction of the spike. He zoomed to see an armoured figure standing on the sloping side of a steep dune.
"Armour looks fairly advanced. Can you contact them?"
"I'll try."
He watched as they walked to Castra. He got his bearings about him, so it seemed, but then began to move. The sand dune began to move, as if it were alive. Septimus' eyes widened.
"Massive seismic activity on his location!" Lyla exclaimed, the both of them watching the sand tremble and fall. The ground vibrated underneath them vigorously, and the figure steadied himself, running towards them.
Lyla displayed the text message that she had sent to the newcomer: Hurry towards city. Sandstorm imminent. Most likely fatal..
"At that speed, he'll probably make it with some time to spare."
"It's good to be punctual. Surely you would have learned that by now, sleepy-head."
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Post by Lars Ulman on Jul 28, 2013 2:27:25 GMT
Lars was accustomed to combat, there was now doubt about that. But the mere mention of Zerg still sent shivers down his spine. Often times, he'd wake to nightmares from his first foray into action against the accursed beasts. He'd never forget the screams of his dying comrades, some begging to be shot just to end the pain. When the Zerg killed, it was not often quick and painless. While it was quick, it was a rather unpleasant experience.
"We shall be fighting horrifically mutated species that are so deformed, we cannot identify them even on a genetic level. Inbred wolves; cross-bred, giant killer insects; deformed primates, much like your anatomies."
He listened carefully to what Septimus told them. His mind raced, images of Zerglings, Hydralisks, Mutalisks and the rest of whatever the Zerg had flashed before his eyes. Maybe the sandstorm wasn't that bad after all, it might have been a sweet mercy compared to fighting whatever it was ahead of them. He sighed, if he was ever going to be able to get back to his family, then he'd have to do whatever it took.
Even if it meant fighting an entire swarm of Zerg, with the most rag-tag, underarmed, undermanned unit in the entire Koprulu Sector.
The city itself was rather extraordinary, a grand sight were it not for the creatures that infested it. He watched, with fear and curiosity, the primate-like creatures that swarmed up and down the skyscrapers. While it was not as terrifying as the Zerg, it as just as fucked up.
He smiled, somewhat, as the creature roared, "Just another day in paradise." He replied.
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