GATE: Tiberium Eschaton (Self-Insert)
- Thread starter Gideon020
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
So when will a certain AI finally make time to erase the human factor of this developing equation?
Afterall, the story needs a villain that would prove to be a challenge for our fleshbag of an SI?
Afterall, the story needs a villain that would prove to be a challenge for our fleshbag of an SI?
- Location
- Hampden Park
Y'know... The original isn't exactly a masterpiece. If you think a slightly altered personality would work better or make more sense, you could just do it.
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
I never said it was the canon character I was trying to keep her in.
I prefer my princesses to actually be competent.
- Location
- Hampden Park
There's a difference between competent and skilled.I never said it was the canon character I was trying to keep her in.
I prefer my princesses to actually be competent.
I never said it was the canon character I was trying to keep her in.
I prefer my princesses to actually be competent.
The problem with her is that she is a very sheltered and naive princess.
Maybe by making her strong and competent is to have her going through harsh and physical lessons in order to make her grow out from her naivety. Throwing her and her fellow nobles into the Tiberium wastelands would be an eye opener no less.
Apologies to Gideon020 for running over any future characterizations. but that made me think of this:
"How can you tell which village is corrupted?!"
"Well.." drawled one of the woman soldiers. "We fly over em and if they run, they're cultists!"
"And if they dont run?!"
"Then they're well disciplined cultists!"
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Pina stared forward.
"How... How can we, you kill them that easily? Even the children?"
"Easy. You dont aim as high."
"Command, we're finished here."
"Copy that, exfil the AO, Daisy Cutter inbound for cleanse."
"Co'mon princess, this aint shit.
War is hell isnt it?"
As the soldiers filed into the waiting airship, Pina followed them but continued to stare out the door. When offered a headset she put them only to pause 'Music?'
"Some folks are born."
started the leader
"Made to wave the flag."
The one next to her continued.
"Ooh they're red white and blue!"
As the song continued, Pina realized, "maybe they hate doing this as much as I do."
- Location
- Hampden Park
Just rereading the story so far and I encountered this.
For example: 'His grimace deepened as he looked at the lone horse he owned, a tough draft horse that had been his inheritance,'
The problem with this is that describing it as being his inheritance implies that it was the sum total of his inheritance. That might be the case if he bought the farm land afterwards, but given that how he came by it is of no significance it can probably be omitted.
'and saw the animal was looking more ill, but seemed to still be in good health for pulling cart'
The horse is described both as being ill and being in good health. This is contradictory and confusing.
I suggest amending the sentence to something like this:
His grimace deepened as he looked at his horse he owned, a tough draft animal he had inherited from his late father. The animal was looking a little under the weather, but he judged her to still be healthy enough for pulling the cart. He slipped a rope halter around her neck and lead her to the cart. As he harnessed her in place he heard the sound of distant thunder, and looking up to see lightning flashing in the distance.
This is not a good sentence. There are too many commas and some of the word choices in the middle are a little off.
For example: 'His grimace deepened as he looked at the lone horse he owned, a tough draft horse that had been his inheritance,'
The problem with this is that describing it as being his inheritance implies that it was the sum total of his inheritance. That might be the case if he bought the farm land afterwards, but given that how he came by it is of no significance it can probably be omitted.
'and saw the animal was looking more ill, but seemed to still be in good health for pulling cart'
The horse is described both as being ill and being in good health. This is contradictory and confusing.
I suggest amending the sentence to something like this:
His grimace deepened as he looked at his horse he owned, a tough draft animal he had inherited from his late father. The animal was looking a little under the weather, but he judged her to still be healthy enough for pulling the cart. He slipped a rope halter around her neck and lead her to the cart. As he harnessed her in place he heard the sound of distant thunder, and looking up to see lightning flashing in the distance.
- Location
- Netherlands
I just see this story and I have been checking it out...
And I love it.
While I haven't played any C&C installment, I still know the gist of the game, and I really hope for some Nod-tech being used here. Not the ones we see in game, but rather a deviation or a variant. After all, GDI is roughly a saner version of Nod in using and researching Tiberium. The idea of Black Hand is just too arse-kicking, and I think that Rory would love to have some of them as escorts (they are both wearing black).
Oh, and I love your harem tag.
And I love it.
While I haven't played any C&C installment, I still know the gist of the game, and I really hope for some Nod-tech being used here. Not the ones we see in game, but rather a deviation or a variant. After all, GDI is roughly a saner version of Nod in using and researching Tiberium. The idea of Black Hand is just too arse-kicking, and I think that Rory would love to have some of them as escorts (they are both wearing black).
Oh, and I love your harem tag.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
Not gonna lie. This fic got me to go back to Tiberium Wars and realize I haven't touched a C&C game in ten years. It's great. I love it. Can't wait for the next installment!
FailLord
2050 lb bombs?
- Location
- very high up
Oh dear god, that Croatia mission in the GDI campaign is a bitch to complete.
Also, are the soldiers that the SI is using clones/puppets or are they different people?
ComissarPancakes
Pan-Galactic Motivational Officer
- Location
- The State of Golden Fires
Something akin to the T-dolls a la Girls Frontline.
Chapter 5
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
Chapter 5:
One moment there was a young man, still a boy in Bozes' eyes, standing in armour that was too big for his lanky body and clutching a sword so tightly that his knuckles were white.
The next moment the sword went flying from an impact that broke the tight grip from the shock of impact, claws hooked into leather or bypassed it entirely to dig into flesh, and with a scream the boy was gone.
Bozes wondered if the boy had been a mirage, a waking dream, but his screams and the spray of blood on the ground dispelled any further belief in that.
The claws slamming against her shield and sliding along her thrusting sword with a shower of sparks snapped Bozes back to reality as she plunged the blade into a throat and pulled out to swing, cleaving through wings, necks and bodies.
Screaming forms were all around them, both men and the beasts, and Bozes could also hear the deafening chatter of the 'Soldiers In Yellow', flashes of light penetrating the darkness, chaos surrounded her.
Through it all Bozes could hear Princess Pina shouting commands, catch a glimpse of red hair streaking through the furious darkness. Red hair and white armour, to Bozes it was a lighthouse that told her that she could not break here.
Then a talon as long as her index finger plunged into her eye and someone screamed as Bozes stabbed the shrieking flying demon with her dagger, spraying steaming-hot blood across her face. The talon snapped off in her eye as the distant screaming continued but Bozes was already snatching up her fallen sword and swing as she was trained.
A distant, rhythmic whump whump whump hammered on Bozes hearing as the wind washed over her insensate form. It sounded familiar, and the sound of cloth tearing was mixed with shrieks and screams but it didn't matter; the swarm was on top of her, burying her under black forms like a suffocating blanket, more wounds gouged into her face.
The screaming was still in Bozes ears as golden craft roared overhead bringing a wind that scattered the black bodies, something zipping past her eye and a screeching black form exploded into a cloud of gore.
Who was screaming?
Then, light poured down from on high, a blinding radiance that engulfed her, the black forms bursting into flames and burning blood that spattered and hissed on her armor. Golden armor entered her vision as the graven image of an eagle diving dominated her sight.
"She's going into shock! Kelotrine-250 and Mycosin-170, stat!"
Something was pressed against her neck before with a hiss Bozes jerked, gasping at the fire running through her body.
"Stabilizing. The eye secure?"
"Wire is tight."
"Wash and wrap the eye and prepare the stretcher." Bozes didn't quite understand what the gold-armored soldiers were saying when she writhed in agony as one of them poured a dark liquid onto her face.
The screaming had started again, but Bozes couldn't see who was screaming, wasn't anyone trying to help them? She tried to rise, to find the source of the screams, when hands suddenly held her down.
"Hold her. Hold her!"
"Applying wrappings now." The screaming continued as what felt like damp cloth was wrapped around her head and over one of her eyes as the screaming faded again, "Mycosin is kicking in."
"About damn time...okay, she's ready for the stretcher." Hands picked her up by the shoulders and knees to shift her onto something before she was picked up again. Her body was barely able to obey her, but Bozes was able to turn her head as the rest of her body was turned towards a strong wind.
There, her braid flapping like a banner, Bozes saw Princess Pina standing amidst a pile of black corpses whose blood stained the ground a green-streaked scarlet as it dried to a sooty-black on her armor and the dagger in her hand. Looking around, Bozes spotted Pina's sword impaled in one of the creatures, this one far larger than the rest but the arming sword had spit the creature from head to tail.
Bozes tried to call out but her voice wouldn't cooperate as the wind picked up strength and she felt her body tilt slightly, and then the Princess was blocked by metal that prompted Bozes to look around at what seemed to her hazy mind to look like a small cave.
As she was set on the ground, Bozes saw the other soldiers and militia who had been fighting alongside the Rose Knights.
Or rather...what was left of them. Missing limbs, faces covered in vicious bites or else with gouged-out eyes and stumps where there used to be hands, feet, holes where ears and eyes once were, covered in bloodstained bandages. There were no other Rose Knights present.
Bozes tried speaking but her tongue felt like a lead weight as she continued looking around, noting the gold-armored soldiers were securing the moaning, shifting bodies with heavy straps, steadily working their way down until they reached Bozes.
"We securing this one?"
"Same as the others. Kelotrine and Mycosin hit her hard, but I want a dose of Telzine to stop her screaming again."
"Got it." There was a pressure against her neck and a hiss, the world starting to fade as the voice echoed in her ears, "Okay, she sleeping now. Let's get this bird in the air."
Bozes tried to speak but nothing left her lips as darkness encroached. Exhausted, unable to struggle against the bonds holding her, sleep fitfully claimed Bozes.
As the ramp rose and locked, allowing her scarlet hair to fall loose and limp across her shoulders, the CH-46C transport helicopter took off with its cargo of wounded warriors, followed by the remaining transports loaded with reinforcement soldiers, leaving Princess Co Lada with only the memories of the corpses staring up at the sky with the glassy, distant gaze of the dead.
Feeling the floor rock as the strange craft began to turn and fall into a rough formation from the sight outside the window, Pina shook away the distracting memories of the sight left by countless motionless bodies strewn on the ground, sitting down on a bench, staring at nothing as the helicopter took off.
Only the fact that the beasts outnumbered the men gave Pina comfort, cold as it was.
"Commander, we have the survivors on board." The masked soldier seated across from Pina was wearing a hat of sorts instead of a helmet, a large and unidentifiable weapon sitting across their lap, but as Pina sat in the bench, she felt increasingly weary.
"Yes, the Rose Knights took casualties. No fatalities but several will require surgery on arrival at Fortress Moses." Pina felt her eyes growing heavy as she continued listening to the conversation.
"No infections. The subjects are clean. Yes, no abnormalities...No, she is unharmed. Combat footage showed that she was in the thickest of the swarm, no wounds anywhere on her."
Pina felt her eyes droop closed as she heard the soldier's last words before she fell asleep.
"Understood sir. It will be done."
The helicopters continued to press through the storm as exhausted survivors fell into fitful, uncomfortable sleep, rain hammering the aircraft in such thick sheets that the only means of navigation the aircraft could use were high-resolution radar units fitted to the helicopters, displaying the terrain below for markers that would guide them towards their destinations.
Inside the aircraft she had been strapped inside of, Bozes jerked awake as a deafening thunderclap boomed, the others in the helicopters moaning and crying out as the gold-armored soldiers began moving between the survivors to calm them.
Bozes stared at the flashes of lightning that came through the window, lighting the interior with bright light, the Rose Knight looking around as the strange transport rocked and swayed, more flashes coming through the windows.
"Fucking dammit. We can't dose them too much, might risk a crash."
"Just make sure the straps are secure. If they get loose they'll injure the other patients. Make sure the Rose Knight doesn't have access to a blade." One of the soldiers carefully stepped over bound bodies to approach Bozes, gloved hands carefully searching her body before pulling her dagger from her belt and withdrawing as the thunderclaps continued over the pounding drumbeat of the rain.
"Attention all aircraft this is Moses Tower. Inbound Cultist and Mutant assault, all aircraft are to avoid northern landing approach. Repeat, avoid Northern Approach."
Bozes didn't understand what she was hearing through the haze. But whatever was controlling this thing apparently did as it banked sharply, eliciting shocked cries before the floor leveled out again, dark shapes moving past the windows.
The floor bounced underneath Bozes, the soldiers moving to remove the straps as a cold wind blew into the chamber.
"Okay, get the slickers out!" A soldier shouted behind or above Bozes head, "Make sure the filters are over their faces."
"Roger." The other soldier responded as something crinkled and flexed before Bozes noticed that more soldiers were rushing inside, picking up the wounded laying on contraptions that looked like battlefield litters, covered in a strange clear film, and rushing back out into the chilling wind.
"Last one for Priority Surgery." The film suddenly fell over Bozes, blurring her vision, "Ready...Go!" Feeling her body lifting up, Bozes tried to look around through the film just as she was carried outside into a howling storm.
A deafening, wailing scream filled the air, blinding flashes of lightning illuminating the black skies as rain pounded against the film covering Bozes, her blurred vision streaked with water running across her vision in miniature rivers.
But she could see enough as Bozes looked around; groups of soldiers running across rain-slicked stone, large shapes moving in the distance, flashes of fire beyond even those shapes.
Bozes tried to speak again, her voice coming out as a whisper that couldn't reach her own ears, "w...wh...wher..."
No-one heard her as they passed by more soldiers carrying litters bearing the mismatched soldiers of these lands, and then she saw the distinct white plate of the Rose Knights being carried in a separate contingent as the groups approached a massive structure, light shining from the windows.
Before she knew it, Bozes passed out of the storm and into a brightly-lit hallway, so swiftly that if wasn't for the gold-armored soldiers standing guard, she would have believed she had perished after all.
The pair carrying her stopped as something clattered alongside her and Bozes felt her body being lifted onto something soft, the litter being slid out from beneath her, and the two soldiers who had been carrying her leaving as she turned her head.
With a soft clattering sound now filling the background, Bozes continued on her journey through the bright corridors as she tried to understand with her drug-addled mind what was going on.
The clattering stopped as the...bed perhaps? The bed stopped next to a metal table and hands grasped her shoulders and legs once more to transfer her to the table as several women dressed in white arrived.
"Alright, let's put this one under. Set dosage to two percent, and start stripping off the armor and clothes."
Quick, efficient hands immediately set to work in undoing straps and buckles, pulling away steel plate to reveal her sweat-soaked clothing and underclothes, a shiver from the cold air running through her body.
"Put the temperature up so she doesn't freeze."
As the air turned warmer, Bozes looked up to see the grimly-smiling face of a woman looking down at her, "You'll be alright. Just breathe deeply and relax," As the woman spoke, a mask was placed over her face and Bozes tried to follow the instructions.
As she inhaled and exhaled, Bozes felt the world slowly fade, words becoming incoherent as sound washed into muddled noise that lulled her again into sleep.
As the Rose Knight fell into a dreamless sleep, the surgical Doll calmly removed the bandages to reveal the ruin of her left eye as surgical tool were arrayed around her, "Beginning surgery now."
Pina Co Lada blinked. The bed she was lying on was soft, far softer than even her quarters and her body (a check confirming that she had indeed been stripped, bathed and changed) was lying underneath sheets that were also of the same unreal quality.
Looking around, Pina could see that she was in some manner of bedroom, a gentle dawn glow coming from small orbs set in equally-small ceiling recesses, and while luxurious the room was smaller than her quarters back in Sadera.
Carefully leaving the covers anticipating a chill, Pina found that the air was pleasantly warm, a faint aroma in the air of flowers coming from all sides. Feeling much more confident, Pina quickly padded across the thick carpet towards the windows, yanking them open expecting to see daylight.
The screaming storm outside, lightning flashing as it struck massive towers, although silenced by the thick glass, ended any thoughts of it all being a dream.
Backing away from the window, Pina looked towards the door as she considered whether she should try summoning a servant to dress her before deciding that she couldn't be too trustworthy and walked over to what seemed to be a wardrobe.
The contents brought a twitch to Pina's eye as she regarded the unadorned, yellow, utilitarian, commoner clothing within. There was nothing like the flowing dresses she was used to, and while the sensible part of her accepted that this was normal, the rest of her still pouted at the lack of fashion.
Grabbing a set of the clothing that looked to be suitably functional, Pina also located a set of plain underclothes and got to work dressing herself, wincing every so often at some of the deeper aches and pains that had not completely recovered, along with some lingering stiffness.
Still, the princess managed to struggle into and secure her clothing into a presentable state, padding barefoot to a mirror to inspect herself.
She cut a strange figure, dressed in a dark yellow outfit patterned with darker splotches as if a scribe had splashed ink on it in a fit of madness, her unclad feet prompting Pina to look around before finding a set of buckled sandals that she quickly slipped into.
As she adjusted the sandals however, a sudden chiming sound from one of the doors of the room as a female voice spoke, "Princess Pina Co Lada? I am here to escort you to breakfast."
A soft rumble passed through Pina's stomach as she rubbed her belly thoughtfully, considering requesting for it to be brought to her over actually going.
A thought came to her that someone likely sent this servant on their behalf. Thus, it was possible that she would be able to get some answers. Cheered by the thought, Pina approached the door, opening it to reveal in a strange dress that looked similar to what Pina was wearing but in a lighter yellow.
"Please follow me Princess." The woman turned, clearly expecting to be followed, and Pina fell in behind her promising to have words with whoever was in charge.
After a few minutes of walking however, Pina was a great deal more appreciative for a guide through the maze of identical corridors in stark-white paint marked only by coloured lines. Corridors that were bustling with activity; soldiers jogged past in small groups, women wearing strange white uniforms clustered together talking incomprehensible nonsense from a few snippets, what looked like workers inspecting some bizarre cluster of tubes behind a metal panel, and beeping boxes on wheels dragging small carts behind them.
All of it awash with shouted orders, conversations running into each other and incessant beeping, a miasma of sound that prevented Pina from questioning her guide on what was going on as they navigated the corridors.
When they reached a series of strange doors at a dead end, Pina hoped that was the end of it, only to blink as one of the doors opened to a small room as her guide stepped and waved for her to follow.
Looking suspiciously at the tiny chamber, Pina stepped inside and turned as the doors slid shut. Her guide placed a finger to a panel and before Pina could react she felt the floor shift.
"What is going on here?" Pina demanded as she felt as though a pair of hands were pressing firmly against her shoulders and it was not a pleasant sensation as the princess grabbed the strange woman, "I order you to explain what exactly-"
A soft chime interrupted her and the doors slid open to reveal a softly-lit hallway as the woman spoke, "Please follow me to the Officer's dining room."
Growling in annoyance, Pina followed the woman down the corridor lined with a plush red carpet, lit by soft yellow lights, and lined with doors that on an experimental push were apparently locked going by the angry red light above the handles.
Frowning slightly, Pina moved to drift after her guide, eventually arriving at a set of double doors as the woman bowed, "Breakfast is being served. The Commander will answer your questions."
'Finally,' Pina groused to herself as she pushed the doors open. As she stepped through, Pina studied her surroundings, looking over soft lights and windows with curtains raised, allowing a view of the maelstrom outside.
Her eyes eventually fell on a man; slightly portly, wearing a strange device over his eyes, dressed in a slightly-more ornate version of the uniform she had found.
Her stomach grumbled as it prodded her to approach the plates that were being laid out by a trio of women as the man silently waved her forward.
Glancing around for surprise assassins (mentally berating herself moments later on how stupid that sounded), Pina accepted the offered seat and regarded the plates.
The largest plate held a mix of the familiar: sausages, eggs served on top of fried ham further placed on some kind of sliced bun with a light-yellow sauce, bacon cooked to crispness along with some grilled tomato. But the unfamiliar addition caught her eye as she skeptically regarded a small stack of four light, flat cakes coated in a dark syrup with some butter on top.
Next to the larger plate, a smaller one had several rolls that at first touch had flaky, crisp skin before Pina pulled one apart to feel the soft, slightly oily interior as the man across from her simply continued eating.
The small bowl of sliced and cubed fruit with cream looked practically out of place in how familiar it was, and with her inspection done Pina finally elected to obey her rebelling stomach.
Thankfully the knife, spoon and fork were familiar to the Princess as another uniformed woman poured water and then a dark juice into a pair of perfectly-smooth glasses.
A tentative marked the juice as being grape juice while the water held a subtle hint of lemon before she noticed that both glasses had pieces of ice floating in the contents.
'Might there be mages here as well?' Pina considered the possibility as she started eating, etiquette keeping her pace steady as she started on the main plate.
It took all of her willpower not to moan out loud at the first proper meal she had in months of sailing to this godsforsaken region of the world in order to bypass that idiotic war against the warrior bunny savages.
Even as her mind swooned at how well-cooked this utterly succulent sausage was, outwardly the princess kept a perfectly calm face as she tried the eggs, recognizing the way they had been cooked, 'Poached? The cook must be exceptionally skilled, poaching eggs is a luxury even in the palace.'
The first piece also had a piece of the fried ham and the sliced bun as she chanced a light dip in the sauce coating the dish.
This time, Pina couldn't suppress a soft moan before she flushed and glanced at the man across from her. To her relief, he seemed more concerned with studying a strange tablet as he chewed thoughtfully on one of the flaky rolls.
Returning to her meal, Pina found the Tomato pieces lightly spiced before being slightly grilled, and an experimental taste of the strange flat cakes brought a pleased sound from the princess as she continued eating with disciplined gusto.
Before she knew it, Pina found herself staring mournfully at an empty bowl that had contained fruit and cream as the man finally spoke, "Good to see you have an appetite."
Pina blinked and looked up at the man, who tapped at his face, "You have some on your face, use the towel." Pina blinked again as a small tray with an equally-small, rolled towel that steamed with heat carrying a floral scent was offered.
Carefully scrubbing her face with the hot towel and returning it to the tray, Pina spoke with a respectful nod, "Thank you. Are you…?"
"It is a pleasure to meet you in person this time." The man replied, confirming her suspicions, "My name is Gideon."
A storm was raging over the Imperial capital of Sadera, a deluge not seen in centuries, as sheets of rain cloaked the streets in a watery haze.
It made the perfect camouflage as a group of people charged through the storm on horseback towards a mansion in the Noble's Quarter, a flash of lightning revealing the party to be a quartet of soldiers and a bag-laden man who had a torch thrust into his face by another guard.
A nod and a call to the gatehouse, "Open up, it's the apothecary!" Iron slid upwards as the horses were urged through to the stables, their riders already rushing towards a side entrance and into the mansion proper.
The lord of the house was already waiting as the apothecary entered with his cloak drying on a rack, "Thank you for coming so promptly." Turning, he lead the apothecary down the halls of the mansion, "To think that my wife would fall victim to this curse."
"My lord, I am confident that my experimental new treatment will purge this curse from your wife." The apothecary affected a sympathetic expression on his face, "The Delirium Curse that has been spreading across the senate and nobility truly is a vicious attack on the pillars of the Empire."
"Have you found a cause? The rumors flying around are like a cacophony; it came from the gods as a curse against the war, it's a curse from those rabbits have unleashed with their tribal magics, or even some unknown party's action."
The Apothecary shook his head, "Unfortunately the cause eludes us, but I received word of a treatment that I improved upon since the original caused those treated to throw up, an unsightly effect."
The lord of the house nodded, "Yes, appearances must be kept up, but you're certain of your cure?" The pair turned down a corridor to approach a staircase, "Nothing has worked, and my wife slips away with every passing hour."
"My lord I assure you that with this treatment your wife will be saved." The apothecary assured the lord of the house with a reassuring smile, "I do however ask that you place your trust in my work."
The pair reached a set of ornate doors, guards nervously standing in front as a maid exited with a haunted look on her face, stumbling as she fled the area.
The lord of the mansion waved at the guards who opened the bedroom door to admit the pair.
"Remus...my love...is it you?" The bubbling, wet breathing caused the apothecary to pause as the light from the lamps illuminated the noble's woman.
Only his remembering that he was in the home of a prominent senator stopped the apothecary from making a sound as he gaped, jaw falling open in horrified shock at the sight before him.
He had heard that his client's wife was a beauty but now there was little that could even charitably called plain as he stared at a body that was bloated, crystals poking out of oozing sores, the flesh rippling in unnatural ways-
"What are you standing around for? Get to work!" Jerking in surprise, the apothecary quickly moved to set up his equipment, removing liquids, powders, phials and metal frames as he began mixing the ingredients in the bedroom.
"Remus?" The ruined woman on the bed gurgled as the noble came to her side.
"Persephone...do not worry. I have scoured the city for the finest apothecary to heal you of this curse." The noble soothed as he stroked jelly-like flesh, "Just hold on for a little bit longer, everything will be all right."
With half an eye on the scene, the apothecary didn't notice his hand adding too much of a certain powder into the mix as he swirled the concoction before putting a stopper on the phial and shaking briskly before approaching the couple.
"The treatment is ready." The apothecary declared as he moved closer with the phial, "I'll need to have your wife drink this-"
As soon as he drew close, and the phial came into view of the noblewoman, the bloated woman shrieked, "NO! STAY AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME!"
The apothecary jumped backwards, stumbling but keeping his grip on the phial as the guards rushed in, swords drawn.
"Hold! Put those away!" The nobleman ordered before turning to his wailing wife, "Persephone! Calm down! There is nothing to fear! The apothecary-"
"MURDERER! A KILLER! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! HELP! HELP!" The woman was flailing wildly, eyes frantic as her flesh roiled and rippled as she tried to grab a statuette and weakly throw it at the apothecary.
"My lord, please! I can't treat your wife like this!" The apothecary cried out as the guards looked uneasily between the screaming, flailing woman and her husband who seemed lost before he made a decision.
"Men! Help me hold her down! Prompted into action, the guards rushed forwards to grab the noblewoman's shoulders and legs while the nobleman clutched the woman's face as he called, "Quickly! The treatment!"
Nodding as he un-stoppered the phial, the apothecary charged in and forced it into the noblewoman's mouth, pinching her nose to force the woman to swallow.
The woman's body shuddered, spasming violently as her flesh seemed to shift in color as gritty sweat started to collect on her body, before she slumped bonelessly like a puppet with cut strings, eyes fluttering closed.
After a few long moments, the apothecary relaxed as he sighed in relief while removing his hands from the woman's slick face, "It seems that the treatment is working. Your wife should be-"
"Ah! M-my hands!" One of the guards exclaimed as eyes turned to the man's hands.
And the snaking, wiggling tendrils travelling up them as the flesh started to melt into the noblewoman's arm. Then the other guard and nobleman looked down at their arms as snaking tendrils forced their way up.
Then the noblewoman's body exploded.
Throughout the manor, the hellish, unearthly wail that echoed through the halls sparked something primal in the servants and other guards. Servants fled to their quarters alongside the weaker-willed guards, the more experienced guards grabbed their weapons.
A crash met the ears of the guards moments before they smashed open the doors.
A gaping hole covered in fluid met the guards eyes, the storm raging outside concealing the escape of whatever had gone through the windows and wall.
"What in the name of the gods?" The lead guard muttered as the others moved around the room, before the leader spotted the apothecary shivering in a corner, "Oi, what happened?"
The man only whimpered, shivering as he rocked back and forth, his hood falling off.
"Gods above!" A guard exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at the eyeless, melted face blindly staring back at them.
It would be a phrase repeated many more times before the storm passed.
One moment there was a young man, still a boy in Bozes' eyes, standing in armour that was too big for his lanky body and clutching a sword so tightly that his knuckles were white.
The next moment the sword went flying from an impact that broke the tight grip from the shock of impact, claws hooked into leather or bypassed it entirely to dig into flesh, and with a scream the boy was gone.
Bozes wondered if the boy had been a mirage, a waking dream, but his screams and the spray of blood on the ground dispelled any further belief in that.
The claws slamming against her shield and sliding along her thrusting sword with a shower of sparks snapped Bozes back to reality as she plunged the blade into a throat and pulled out to swing, cleaving through wings, necks and bodies.
Screaming forms were all around them, both men and the beasts, and Bozes could also hear the deafening chatter of the 'Soldiers In Yellow', flashes of light penetrating the darkness, chaos surrounded her.
Through it all Bozes could hear Princess Pina shouting commands, catch a glimpse of red hair streaking through the furious darkness. Red hair and white armour, to Bozes it was a lighthouse that told her that she could not break here.
Then a talon as long as her index finger plunged into her eye and someone screamed as Bozes stabbed the shrieking flying demon with her dagger, spraying steaming-hot blood across her face. The talon snapped off in her eye as the distant screaming continued but Bozes was already snatching up her fallen sword and swing as she was trained.
A distant, rhythmic whump whump whump hammered on Bozes hearing as the wind washed over her insensate form. It sounded familiar, and the sound of cloth tearing was mixed with shrieks and screams but it didn't matter; the swarm was on top of her, burying her under black forms like a suffocating blanket, more wounds gouged into her face.
The screaming was still in Bozes ears as golden craft roared overhead bringing a wind that scattered the black bodies, something zipping past her eye and a screeching black form exploded into a cloud of gore.
Who was screaming?
Then, light poured down from on high, a blinding radiance that engulfed her, the black forms bursting into flames and burning blood that spattered and hissed on her armor. Golden armor entered her vision as the graven image of an eagle diving dominated her sight.
"She's going into shock! Kelotrine-250 and Mycosin-170, stat!"
Something was pressed against her neck before with a hiss Bozes jerked, gasping at the fire running through her body.
"Stabilizing. The eye secure?"
"Wire is tight."
"Wash and wrap the eye and prepare the stretcher." Bozes didn't quite understand what the gold-armored soldiers were saying when she writhed in agony as one of them poured a dark liquid onto her face.
The screaming had started again, but Bozes couldn't see who was screaming, wasn't anyone trying to help them? She tried to rise, to find the source of the screams, when hands suddenly held her down.
"Hold her. Hold her!"
"Applying wrappings now." The screaming continued as what felt like damp cloth was wrapped around her head and over one of her eyes as the screaming faded again, "Mycosin is kicking in."
"About damn time...okay, she's ready for the stretcher." Hands picked her up by the shoulders and knees to shift her onto something before she was picked up again. Her body was barely able to obey her, but Bozes was able to turn her head as the rest of her body was turned towards a strong wind.
There, her braid flapping like a banner, Bozes saw Princess Pina standing amidst a pile of black corpses whose blood stained the ground a green-streaked scarlet as it dried to a sooty-black on her armor and the dagger in her hand. Looking around, Bozes spotted Pina's sword impaled in one of the creatures, this one far larger than the rest but the arming sword had spit the creature from head to tail.
Bozes tried to call out but her voice wouldn't cooperate as the wind picked up strength and she felt her body tilt slightly, and then the Princess was blocked by metal that prompted Bozes to look around at what seemed to her hazy mind to look like a small cave.
As she was set on the ground, Bozes saw the other soldiers and militia who had been fighting alongside the Rose Knights.
Or rather...what was left of them. Missing limbs, faces covered in vicious bites or else with gouged-out eyes and stumps where there used to be hands, feet, holes where ears and eyes once were, covered in bloodstained bandages. There were no other Rose Knights present.
Bozes tried speaking but her tongue felt like a lead weight as she continued looking around, noting the gold-armored soldiers were securing the moaning, shifting bodies with heavy straps, steadily working their way down until they reached Bozes.
"We securing this one?"
"Same as the others. Kelotrine and Mycosin hit her hard, but I want a dose of Telzine to stop her screaming again."
"Got it." There was a pressure against her neck and a hiss, the world starting to fade as the voice echoed in her ears, "Okay, she sleeping now. Let's get this bird in the air."
Bozes tried to speak but nothing left her lips as darkness encroached. Exhausted, unable to struggle against the bonds holding her, sleep fitfully claimed Bozes.
As the ramp rose and locked, allowing her scarlet hair to fall loose and limp across her shoulders, the CH-46C transport helicopter took off with its cargo of wounded warriors, followed by the remaining transports loaded with reinforcement soldiers, leaving Princess Co Lada with only the memories of the corpses staring up at the sky with the glassy, distant gaze of the dead.
Feeling the floor rock as the strange craft began to turn and fall into a rough formation from the sight outside the window, Pina shook away the distracting memories of the sight left by countless motionless bodies strewn on the ground, sitting down on a bench, staring at nothing as the helicopter took off.
Only the fact that the beasts outnumbered the men gave Pina comfort, cold as it was.
"Commander, we have the survivors on board." The masked soldier seated across from Pina was wearing a hat of sorts instead of a helmet, a large and unidentifiable weapon sitting across their lap, but as Pina sat in the bench, she felt increasingly weary.
"Yes, the Rose Knights took casualties. No fatalities but several will require surgery on arrival at Fortress Moses." Pina felt her eyes growing heavy as she continued listening to the conversation.
"No infections. The subjects are clean. Yes, no abnormalities...No, she is unharmed. Combat footage showed that she was in the thickest of the swarm, no wounds anywhere on her."
Pina felt her eyes droop closed as she heard the soldier's last words before she fell asleep.
"Understood sir. It will be done."
******
The helicopters continued to press through the storm as exhausted survivors fell into fitful, uncomfortable sleep, rain hammering the aircraft in such thick sheets that the only means of navigation the aircraft could use were high-resolution radar units fitted to the helicopters, displaying the terrain below for markers that would guide them towards their destinations.
Inside the aircraft she had been strapped inside of, Bozes jerked awake as a deafening thunderclap boomed, the others in the helicopters moaning and crying out as the gold-armored soldiers began moving between the survivors to calm them.
Bozes stared at the flashes of lightning that came through the window, lighting the interior with bright light, the Rose Knight looking around as the strange transport rocked and swayed, more flashes coming through the windows.
"Fucking dammit. We can't dose them too much, might risk a crash."
"Just make sure the straps are secure. If they get loose they'll injure the other patients. Make sure the Rose Knight doesn't have access to a blade." One of the soldiers carefully stepped over bound bodies to approach Bozes, gloved hands carefully searching her body before pulling her dagger from her belt and withdrawing as the thunderclaps continued over the pounding drumbeat of the rain.
"Attention all aircraft this is Moses Tower. Inbound Cultist and Mutant assault, all aircraft are to avoid northern landing approach. Repeat, avoid Northern Approach."
Bozes didn't understand what she was hearing through the haze. But whatever was controlling this thing apparently did as it banked sharply, eliciting shocked cries before the floor leveled out again, dark shapes moving past the windows.
The floor bounced underneath Bozes, the soldiers moving to remove the straps as a cold wind blew into the chamber.
"Okay, get the slickers out!" A soldier shouted behind or above Bozes head, "Make sure the filters are over their faces."
"Roger." The other soldier responded as something crinkled and flexed before Bozes noticed that more soldiers were rushing inside, picking up the wounded laying on contraptions that looked like battlefield litters, covered in a strange clear film, and rushing back out into the chilling wind.
"Last one for Priority Surgery." The film suddenly fell over Bozes, blurring her vision, "Ready...Go!" Feeling her body lifting up, Bozes tried to look around through the film just as she was carried outside into a howling storm.
A deafening, wailing scream filled the air, blinding flashes of lightning illuminating the black skies as rain pounded against the film covering Bozes, her blurred vision streaked with water running across her vision in miniature rivers.
But she could see enough as Bozes looked around; groups of soldiers running across rain-slicked stone, large shapes moving in the distance, flashes of fire beyond even those shapes.
Bozes tried to speak again, her voice coming out as a whisper that couldn't reach her own ears, "w...wh...wher..."
No-one heard her as they passed by more soldiers carrying litters bearing the mismatched soldiers of these lands, and then she saw the distinct white plate of the Rose Knights being carried in a separate contingent as the groups approached a massive structure, light shining from the windows.
Before she knew it, Bozes passed out of the storm and into a brightly-lit hallway, so swiftly that if wasn't for the gold-armored soldiers standing guard, she would have believed she had perished after all.
The pair carrying her stopped as something clattered alongside her and Bozes felt her body being lifted onto something soft, the litter being slid out from beneath her, and the two soldiers who had been carrying her leaving as she turned her head.
With a soft clattering sound now filling the background, Bozes continued on her journey through the bright corridors as she tried to understand with her drug-addled mind what was going on.
The clattering stopped as the...bed perhaps? The bed stopped next to a metal table and hands grasped her shoulders and legs once more to transfer her to the table as several women dressed in white arrived.
"Alright, let's put this one under. Set dosage to two percent, and start stripping off the armor and clothes."
Quick, efficient hands immediately set to work in undoing straps and buckles, pulling away steel plate to reveal her sweat-soaked clothing and underclothes, a shiver from the cold air running through her body.
"Put the temperature up so she doesn't freeze."
As the air turned warmer, Bozes looked up to see the grimly-smiling face of a woman looking down at her, "You'll be alright. Just breathe deeply and relax," As the woman spoke, a mask was placed over her face and Bozes tried to follow the instructions.
As she inhaled and exhaled, Bozes felt the world slowly fade, words becoming incoherent as sound washed into muddled noise that lulled her again into sleep.
As the Rose Knight fell into a dreamless sleep, the surgical Doll calmly removed the bandages to reveal the ruin of her left eye as surgical tool were arrayed around her, "Beginning surgery now."
******
Pina Co Lada blinked. The bed she was lying on was soft, far softer than even her quarters and her body (a check confirming that she had indeed been stripped, bathed and changed) was lying underneath sheets that were also of the same unreal quality.
Looking around, Pina could see that she was in some manner of bedroom, a gentle dawn glow coming from small orbs set in equally-small ceiling recesses, and while luxurious the room was smaller than her quarters back in Sadera.
Carefully leaving the covers anticipating a chill, Pina found that the air was pleasantly warm, a faint aroma in the air of flowers coming from all sides. Feeling much more confident, Pina quickly padded across the thick carpet towards the windows, yanking them open expecting to see daylight.
The screaming storm outside, lightning flashing as it struck massive towers, although silenced by the thick glass, ended any thoughts of it all being a dream.
Backing away from the window, Pina looked towards the door as she considered whether she should try summoning a servant to dress her before deciding that she couldn't be too trustworthy and walked over to what seemed to be a wardrobe.
The contents brought a twitch to Pina's eye as she regarded the unadorned, yellow, utilitarian, commoner clothing within. There was nothing like the flowing dresses she was used to, and while the sensible part of her accepted that this was normal, the rest of her still pouted at the lack of fashion.
Grabbing a set of the clothing that looked to be suitably functional, Pina also located a set of plain underclothes and got to work dressing herself, wincing every so often at some of the deeper aches and pains that had not completely recovered, along with some lingering stiffness.
Still, the princess managed to struggle into and secure her clothing into a presentable state, padding barefoot to a mirror to inspect herself.
She cut a strange figure, dressed in a dark yellow outfit patterned with darker splotches as if a scribe had splashed ink on it in a fit of madness, her unclad feet prompting Pina to look around before finding a set of buckled sandals that she quickly slipped into.
As she adjusted the sandals however, a sudden chiming sound from one of the doors of the room as a female voice spoke, "Princess Pina Co Lada? I am here to escort you to breakfast."
A soft rumble passed through Pina's stomach as she rubbed her belly thoughtfully, considering requesting for it to be brought to her over actually going.
A thought came to her that someone likely sent this servant on their behalf. Thus, it was possible that she would be able to get some answers. Cheered by the thought, Pina approached the door, opening it to reveal in a strange dress that looked similar to what Pina was wearing but in a lighter yellow.
"Please follow me Princess." The woman turned, clearly expecting to be followed, and Pina fell in behind her promising to have words with whoever was in charge.
After a few minutes of walking however, Pina was a great deal more appreciative for a guide through the maze of identical corridors in stark-white paint marked only by coloured lines. Corridors that were bustling with activity; soldiers jogged past in small groups, women wearing strange white uniforms clustered together talking incomprehensible nonsense from a few snippets, what looked like workers inspecting some bizarre cluster of tubes behind a metal panel, and beeping boxes on wheels dragging small carts behind them.
All of it awash with shouted orders, conversations running into each other and incessant beeping, a miasma of sound that prevented Pina from questioning her guide on what was going on as they navigated the corridors.
When they reached a series of strange doors at a dead end, Pina hoped that was the end of it, only to blink as one of the doors opened to a small room as her guide stepped and waved for her to follow.
Looking suspiciously at the tiny chamber, Pina stepped inside and turned as the doors slid shut. Her guide placed a finger to a panel and before Pina could react she felt the floor shift.
"What is going on here?" Pina demanded as she felt as though a pair of hands were pressing firmly against her shoulders and it was not a pleasant sensation as the princess grabbed the strange woman, "I order you to explain what exactly-"
A soft chime interrupted her and the doors slid open to reveal a softly-lit hallway as the woman spoke, "Please follow me to the Officer's dining room."
Growling in annoyance, Pina followed the woman down the corridor lined with a plush red carpet, lit by soft yellow lights, and lined with doors that on an experimental push were apparently locked going by the angry red light above the handles.
Frowning slightly, Pina moved to drift after her guide, eventually arriving at a set of double doors as the woman bowed, "Breakfast is being served. The Commander will answer your questions."
'Finally,' Pina groused to herself as she pushed the doors open. As she stepped through, Pina studied her surroundings, looking over soft lights and windows with curtains raised, allowing a view of the maelstrom outside.
Her eyes eventually fell on a man; slightly portly, wearing a strange device over his eyes, dressed in a slightly-more ornate version of the uniform she had found.
Her stomach grumbled as it prodded her to approach the plates that were being laid out by a trio of women as the man silently waved her forward.
Glancing around for surprise assassins (mentally berating herself moments later on how stupid that sounded), Pina accepted the offered seat and regarded the plates.
The largest plate held a mix of the familiar: sausages, eggs served on top of fried ham further placed on some kind of sliced bun with a light-yellow sauce, bacon cooked to crispness along with some grilled tomato. But the unfamiliar addition caught her eye as she skeptically regarded a small stack of four light, flat cakes coated in a dark syrup with some butter on top.
Next to the larger plate, a smaller one had several rolls that at first touch had flaky, crisp skin before Pina pulled one apart to feel the soft, slightly oily interior as the man across from her simply continued eating.
The small bowl of sliced and cubed fruit with cream looked practically out of place in how familiar it was, and with her inspection done Pina finally elected to obey her rebelling stomach.
Thankfully the knife, spoon and fork were familiar to the Princess as another uniformed woman poured water and then a dark juice into a pair of perfectly-smooth glasses.
A tentative marked the juice as being grape juice while the water held a subtle hint of lemon before she noticed that both glasses had pieces of ice floating in the contents.
'Might there be mages here as well?' Pina considered the possibility as she started eating, etiquette keeping her pace steady as she started on the main plate.
It took all of her willpower not to moan out loud at the first proper meal she had in months of sailing to this godsforsaken region of the world in order to bypass that idiotic war against the warrior bunny savages.
Even as her mind swooned at how well-cooked this utterly succulent sausage was, outwardly the princess kept a perfectly calm face as she tried the eggs, recognizing the way they had been cooked, 'Poached? The cook must be exceptionally skilled, poaching eggs is a luxury even in the palace.'
The first piece also had a piece of the fried ham and the sliced bun as she chanced a light dip in the sauce coating the dish.
This time, Pina couldn't suppress a soft moan before she flushed and glanced at the man across from her. To her relief, he seemed more concerned with studying a strange tablet as he chewed thoughtfully on one of the flaky rolls.
Returning to her meal, Pina found the Tomato pieces lightly spiced before being slightly grilled, and an experimental taste of the strange flat cakes brought a pleased sound from the princess as she continued eating with disciplined gusto.
Before she knew it, Pina found herself staring mournfully at an empty bowl that had contained fruit and cream as the man finally spoke, "Good to see you have an appetite."
Pina blinked and looked up at the man, who tapped at his face, "You have some on your face, use the towel." Pina blinked again as a small tray with an equally-small, rolled towel that steamed with heat carrying a floral scent was offered.
Carefully scrubbing her face with the hot towel and returning it to the tray, Pina spoke with a respectful nod, "Thank you. Are you…?"
"It is a pleasure to meet you in person this time." The man replied, confirming her suspicions, "My name is Gideon."
******
A storm was raging over the Imperial capital of Sadera, a deluge not seen in centuries, as sheets of rain cloaked the streets in a watery haze.
It made the perfect camouflage as a group of people charged through the storm on horseback towards a mansion in the Noble's Quarter, a flash of lightning revealing the party to be a quartet of soldiers and a bag-laden man who had a torch thrust into his face by another guard.
A nod and a call to the gatehouse, "Open up, it's the apothecary!" Iron slid upwards as the horses were urged through to the stables, their riders already rushing towards a side entrance and into the mansion proper.
The lord of the house was already waiting as the apothecary entered with his cloak drying on a rack, "Thank you for coming so promptly." Turning, he lead the apothecary down the halls of the mansion, "To think that my wife would fall victim to this curse."
"My lord, I am confident that my experimental new treatment will purge this curse from your wife." The apothecary affected a sympathetic expression on his face, "The Delirium Curse that has been spreading across the senate and nobility truly is a vicious attack on the pillars of the Empire."
"Have you found a cause? The rumors flying around are like a cacophony; it came from the gods as a curse against the war, it's a curse from those rabbits have unleashed with their tribal magics, or even some unknown party's action."
The Apothecary shook his head, "Unfortunately the cause eludes us, but I received word of a treatment that I improved upon since the original caused those treated to throw up, an unsightly effect."
The lord of the house nodded, "Yes, appearances must be kept up, but you're certain of your cure?" The pair turned down a corridor to approach a staircase, "Nothing has worked, and my wife slips away with every passing hour."
"My lord I assure you that with this treatment your wife will be saved." The apothecary assured the lord of the house with a reassuring smile, "I do however ask that you place your trust in my work."
The pair reached a set of ornate doors, guards nervously standing in front as a maid exited with a haunted look on her face, stumbling as she fled the area.
The lord of the mansion waved at the guards who opened the bedroom door to admit the pair.
"Remus...my love...is it you?" The bubbling, wet breathing caused the apothecary to pause as the light from the lamps illuminated the noble's woman.
Only his remembering that he was in the home of a prominent senator stopped the apothecary from making a sound as he gaped, jaw falling open in horrified shock at the sight before him.
He had heard that his client's wife was a beauty but now there was little that could even charitably called plain as he stared at a body that was bloated, crystals poking out of oozing sores, the flesh rippling in unnatural ways-
"What are you standing around for? Get to work!" Jerking in surprise, the apothecary quickly moved to set up his equipment, removing liquids, powders, phials and metal frames as he began mixing the ingredients in the bedroom.
"Remus?" The ruined woman on the bed gurgled as the noble came to her side.
"Persephone...do not worry. I have scoured the city for the finest apothecary to heal you of this curse." The noble soothed as he stroked jelly-like flesh, "Just hold on for a little bit longer, everything will be all right."
With half an eye on the scene, the apothecary didn't notice his hand adding too much of a certain powder into the mix as he swirled the concoction before putting a stopper on the phial and shaking briskly before approaching the couple.
"The treatment is ready." The apothecary declared as he moved closer with the phial, "I'll need to have your wife drink this-"
As soon as he drew close, and the phial came into view of the noblewoman, the bloated woman shrieked, "NO! STAY AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME!"
The apothecary jumped backwards, stumbling but keeping his grip on the phial as the guards rushed in, swords drawn.
"Hold! Put those away!" The nobleman ordered before turning to his wailing wife, "Persephone! Calm down! There is nothing to fear! The apothecary-"
"MURDERER! A KILLER! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! HELP! HELP!" The woman was flailing wildly, eyes frantic as her flesh roiled and rippled as she tried to grab a statuette and weakly throw it at the apothecary.
"My lord, please! I can't treat your wife like this!" The apothecary cried out as the guards looked uneasily between the screaming, flailing woman and her husband who seemed lost before he made a decision.
"Men! Help me hold her down! Prompted into action, the guards rushed forwards to grab the noblewoman's shoulders and legs while the nobleman clutched the woman's face as he called, "Quickly! The treatment!"
Nodding as he un-stoppered the phial, the apothecary charged in and forced it into the noblewoman's mouth, pinching her nose to force the woman to swallow.
The woman's body shuddered, spasming violently as her flesh seemed to shift in color as gritty sweat started to collect on her body, before she slumped bonelessly like a puppet with cut strings, eyes fluttering closed.
After a few long moments, the apothecary relaxed as he sighed in relief while removing his hands from the woman's slick face, "It seems that the treatment is working. Your wife should be-"
"Ah! M-my hands!" One of the guards exclaimed as eyes turned to the man's hands.
And the snaking, wiggling tendrils travelling up them as the flesh started to melt into the noblewoman's arm. Then the other guard and nobleman looked down at their arms as snaking tendrils forced their way up.
Then the noblewoman's body exploded.
Throughout the manor, the hellish, unearthly wail that echoed through the halls sparked something primal in the servants and other guards. Servants fled to their quarters alongside the weaker-willed guards, the more experienced guards grabbed their weapons.
A crash met the ears of the guards moments before they smashed open the doors.
A gaping hole covered in fluid met the guards eyes, the storm raging outside concealing the escape of whatever had gone through the windows and wall.
"What in the name of the gods?" The lead guard muttered as the others moved around the room, before the leader spotted the apothecary shivering in a corner, "Oi, what happened?"
The man only whimpered, shivering as he rocked back and forth, his hood falling off.
"Gods above!" A guard exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at the eyeless, melted face blindly staring back at them.
It would be a phrase repeated many more times before the storm passed.
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ComissarPancakes
Pan-Galactic Motivational Officer
- Location
- The State of Golden Fires
Visceroids loose in the capital? Best burn down the city...
- Location
- North America
Hey look. The Aristocrats fucked something up.
ComissarPancakes
Pan-Galactic Motivational Officer
- Location
- The State of Golden Fires
Worse. When you spam light infantry in subterranean APCs into the middle of the enemy's base and then deliberately target the lot with a chemical missile.
UltimatePaladin
Aspiring Creator
In character for the Brotherhood of Nod, though.
ComissarPancakes
Pan-Galactic Motivational Officer
- Location
- The State of Golden Fires
Like that isn't already a given considering the glowing, killer geode that either likes to eat everything or to SCIENCE! things into mutinous, genetic monstrosities.I know one thing for sure, there will be plenty of fridge horror and nightmare fuel for the tvtropes page.
That it then eats.
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Killer Hamster
Feed me.
Welp. It looks like it is time for Gideon to glass large parts of the empire.
Also, for some reason I keep seeing this guy every time Gideon appears.
Could be voice actor.
Also, for some reason I keep seeing this guy every time Gideon appears.
