In different universes, Humanity fights and struggles against alien threats. In one, they battle a dangerous alien crystal and those that harness their use. In another, they fight against the forces of an unending scrouge that consumes all with no care.
In the former, they have finally triumphed over the crystal and prepared to fight those that seeded it. But on the other, they are losing the war.
This is a story of how two universes became connected into the same war, against the same enemy.
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Existence 01 (World 3 Superior): Existence 9. >>Quantum Event<< detected in relevant zone of operations. Sector 30.54,44.27. Confirm Event
Existence 09 (World 3 Consul Lesser): Quantum Event Confirmed. Anomalous Event. Requesting Orders.
Existence 01 (World 3 Superior): Existence 9. Deploy Tertiary Bioform Existences to investigate. Priority: Urgent.
Existence 09 (World 3 Consul Lesser): Orders confirmed. Redirecting Bioforms from Western Advance to Quantum Event.
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Transcript Location: Phillidelphia II Station, in orbit over Earth
October, 2088
UNGDI-Director General: "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's skip the Pleanstries. What the hell is going on in the Middle East?"
UNGDI-Director, Department of Covert R&D:" Director-General, we have an….unusual situation going on in the former state of Kuwait. 24 hours ago, our satellites picked up a spike in anomalous readings within the Red Zone. We're still gathering information but what information we are getting out of there is…..concerning."
IN-Ops-Director: "That's a mild understatement, Karl. Director, we have unknown hostiles in Kuwait. They're not Nod, Scrin, Tib-life, or any other force we've seen. Frankly, this is something new."
Silence
UNGDI-Director General: "Brief me."
Chairmen of the JCS: "We sent drones and air assets over Kuwait from some of our carriers in the Red Sea. These unknowns are….pecuilar. We've lost several drones to what seems like Pulse Laser Fire despite their organic appearance. What we do know is that they don't number more than a division's worth of entities."
"In-ops Director: "We're cycling through drone footage and seeing if either the Forgotten Mutants or the Protectorate about what's occurring but even they don't know what the hell is going on. Best guess? We might have a Zerg problem coming out of some sort of Gateway to who knows where."
Staff Chief of Ground Forces: "What the [Bleep] are Zerg?"
In-Ops Director: "Old sci-fi preference. I believe the term is a Multi-organic Being Hostile Force. Think Hostile Tib-life but without Tiberium mutation."
UNGDI-Director, Department of Covert R&D: "Either the case, our initial satellite and drone footage show that they're some sort of….well portal to say the least, that these things came out of. It's about half a kilometre wide, bigger than any portal we could create.
Staff Chief of Ground Forces: "I can have forces mobilized to move in on the anomaly but well, despite the TCN running for the better part of a decade, the Central Middle East is still a Red Zone."
ZOCOM General: "We've kickstarted reclamation efforts a year early. Abatement operations are moving to secure paths. Thankfully the area around the anomaly is considered a Yellow Zone so we should have no problem going in there with conventional forces. That being said, we can't drop in an army group or even OSRCTs yet. We need ground forces going in on foot or air."
Director of Foreign Affairs: "You got a suggestion for a force? We don't want the Protectorate getting antsy and they still don't like the Talons for the mess in Sakaka."
Staff Chief of Ground Forces: "I have a unit. Armoured Rangers. The 28th Pacific Edge Armoured Ranger Division operating out of Blue 3."
ZOCOM General: "Ground Pounder's own Tib-Hazard unit? I remember. Good unit and did well on the Suez Op. And they've been fully required with the latest armour. Still, they're from the Pacific and only just got their desert legs. You sure?"
Staff Chief of Ground Forces: "They can handle it. They've gone through some dangerous times and the Protectorate likes them, they'll know what to do."
Chairmen of the JCS: "Send me numbers. I'll grease the wheels."
UNGDI-General Director: "Well, sounds like a plan. It's only been 8 years since Kain disappeared, and a good two decades since the Last Major War. General, are you people ready for this?"
Staff Chief of Ground Forces: "You need to ask?"
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To: Major General Coen Chang, 28th Armoured Ranger Division (Pacific Edge)
From: GDI-Middle East Command
Subject: Urgent Redeployment
Chang, new orders from higher up. You're being rerouted to Kuwait. We got unknown hostiles in the region mucking about in the Tiberium. Intel is still sketchy but command doesn't want these unknowns tracking too much Tiberium from where they came from.
Your orders are to move in and secure the area around this anomalous gateway in Kuwait. It's still a red zone so we're giving you additional engineering, logistical, and abatement assets. Air Force is assigning additional gunships and transports to your forces. You'll also have full bombardment cover from maritime battleships. ZOCOM is also attaching both armed and science units to your force, the force is placing additional close support assets to the force, and you're getting a full resupply.
We've also assigned ZOCOM's 23rd Divisional Battlegroup to assist in nearby operations. How does working with an old friend sound out? Be advised they're already making inroads to the anomaly but their orders are to support, not take. Taking the anomaly is your job.
Vice-Coordinator Smith
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To: GDI-Middle East Command
From: Major General Coen Chang, 28th Armoured Ranger Division (Pacific Edge)
Sounds good director. I don't mind the tacked-on support and to hear Honavi's Pathfinders nearby is a godsend. We'll get on the way. Have our transports and intel reports ready.
Coen out
The former territory of Saudi Arabia, Redzone R-1
November 3rd, 2088
Decades ago, UNGDI forces under one General Norman Schwarzkopf were part of a major operation to evict Nod from the Oil Rich Middle East. A modestly successful operation, if one that was a strategic draw.
Now in the 2080s in the cloudy but otherwise mid-weather of northern Saudi Arabia, another GDI force was treading the same path.
The 28th Armoured Rangers of GDI's regular Ground Forces was a unique force. Hailing from various Pacific adjacent states like Japan, Canada, the Western United States, Taiwan, Korea, Philippines, and more, it was a proud unit that fought Nod and Tiberium life forms in the post-Tib War 3 era.
From fighting Nod in China to defending against Warlords in North America, the 28th had earned the nickname Pacific Edge, always fighting on the frontier.
Now far from the Pacific and into the Middle East, the 28th rolled into the former lands of Saudi Arabia, approaching from the West. Tiberium-infested lands, once home to just the deadly crystal, were interrupted by the shaking of tank treads.
Nearly 20,000 combat and support personnel, over a thousand combat vehicles, hundreds of tanks, over a hundred aircraft, a dozen of the powerful and massive Mastodon Mobile Walker, countless drones, and of course, Mobile Construction Vehicles.
Had this unit been plopped during Operation Desert Storm, it could have wrecked both GDI and Iraqi forces while still having the firepower to take over Kuwait.
This was why Major General Coen Chang was grateful that for once in recent times, they would not be fighting other humans.
No, their operations would be more….unusual.
Sitting in his command Mammoth Heavy Battle Tank, he simply watched from various data screens as information and data on his force poured in while listening to the latest intel reports from InOps.
"(Comms). The Latest Drone Scans show that the unknown anomaly is akin to the older Pinhole Portals used by GDI during our forays into portal technology but on a massive scale. Still, it's stable and should be safe for our ground forces to move in."
"Not sure if I want to move anyone into a portal to god knows where, Lumini," Coen mused. "Any idea where it leads and what's powering it?"
"(Comms) Unfortunately not General, I don't have that information" the InOps Artificial Intelligence reported. "However, Recon from Airforce assets do show that these creatures are struggling to move through the tiberium-infested zones and are dying. Likely, these unknowns are not prepared for operating in a Tiberium environment."
"Well, that's something we got going for us," Coen reviewed the data.
"(Comms) Recon shows 25,000 active entities, with the number constantly fluctuating as many die, enter the portal, or exit. They are organic, with no sign of any external armaments besides their mouths. Of course, one can say the same when the Scrin invaded but still, these creatures are much uglier than the Scrin."
"Figures," Images flashed on the various data screens. "Anything else?"
"(Comms) InOps has designated these creatures as Wanderers for the time being. Not the most suitable name but one they've decided for the time being. In addition, a data packet on all spotted lifeforms."
"Works with me. Lumine, status on all units."
"(Comms) the 71st Regiment and and Dragoons are in position, with the 5th Regiment andand 3rd Armour ready to follow in. However, 2nd Brigadge and our fire support elements need 5 more minutes to assemble at the rally point."
"Of course, of course," Coen felt the Mammoth slow to a stop, its hulking mass sliding to a halt. "And our ZOCOM friends?"
"(Comms) Masatdons at the ready, along with advance Zone Companies."
"Got it. Lumine, link me with all Regimental, Brigade, and ZOCOM commands."
"(Comms) Understood General. Linking you to all Actual elements."
The viewscreens in front of Coen winked and shifted, before showing the faces of the various commanders that he commanded.
"All Pacific Rim Command elements, report in."
"This is Opal Actual, 2nd Brigade is in the green," a Filipino Brigidar General clad in Zone armour appeared on screen.
"Clover Actual Reporting. Mammoths at your ready," A Japanese Colonel reported in.
"Mapuche Actual, Reporting," The view of a female colonel hailing from the former state Peru winked onscreen.
"Red Actual, Reporting in," an Alaskan colonel appeared, mostly in light GDI standard combat armour.
"Okanagan Actual Reporting in," an Asian-Cascadian-looking tank colonel showed up, also sitting in a Mammoth tank.
"Yulin Actual, reporting," another Asian, this time a Taiwanese commander appeared, noticeably clad in a normal officer's uniform.
"Griffin Actual, on standby. What's the word mate?" an Australian TIberium Mutant with a colonel's rank appeared, decked out in engineering power armour.
"Lion actual, ready for command," this time, the view screen only showed the GDI Icon. Mainly because Lion Actual was another AI named Leniadia.
"Black Eagle Actual, we are ready on the Tarmac," a Korean female officer clad in a pilot's uniform appeared on screen in the seat of an Orca.
"442nd Actual, we're ready," finally, another North American appeared on screen, face obscured by combat armour.
"Excellent. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Hafar Al-Batin, a former City of Saudi Arabia, 200 kilometres away from our objective, and our last staging point before we advance on the portal. As you can see, we have relatively friendly weather for what the edges of a Redzone."
Coen quickly tapped a tablet and one of the viewscreens shifted to a satellite map. "As most of you know, our objective is the anomaly located west of Al Jahra. This anomaly, according to InOps, is some sort of portal and we got unknowns ebbing in and out of it."
"InOps has ID 40,000 of these unknown life forms but presently only 25,000 of them are active as many are succumbing to Tiberium Exposure."
"You think they're still effective even after a week of Tiberium Exposure?" Black Eagle Actual questioned.
"No idea. Since they're dying in Tiberium, we can assume they aren't some Alien invincible swarm or some godly remnant that requires people with magic and shifting weapons to beat. Still, that's 25,000 unknown entities squatting in a Tiberium field shooting down our drones. Suffice it to say, the directors don't like that, the Protectorate is worried, and both want them gone. Thus, Highcommand has given full authorization to engage with necessary force."
"And, we've been blessed by every spirit deity that we have a nearly ideal tank hunting environment. Flat terrain, semi-clear skies, and, at the moment, full naval and air support."
Coen tapped the screen, the mapping screen switching back to a bird's eye view of Hafar Al Batin and the entire 28th.
"We're running a wide front approach. Anvil and Twin Hammer approach. Clover Actual, you and your regiment will advance cautiously and slowly toward the hostiles directly from the south. I want 2nd armour to provide infantry and light armour support. Engage the enemy at maximum range, focus on keeping them away from our troops and these things out of the Protectorate."
"Sir!" Clover Actual nodded.
"Okanagan Actual, take a detachment of Sandstorms, Swing around and approach from the East. You'll act as a screen against the enemy in case they go towards the sea."
"Aye, this shall be interesting." The Canadian nodded in agreement.
"I want the 3rd and 5th regiments to head NorthWest before hooking east, engage the enemy from above. Push the Wanderers into the Dragoons and 71st and box them in."
"Sir!" Both regimental officers nodded.
"I want ZOCOM and our engineering regiment on standby, ready to plug holes. And I want all fire support assets ready for saturation bombardments. Clear?"
"Sir!" Everyone nodded their assent.
"Good. Another thing," the holographic screen shifted to show footage taken from a GDI airborne drone. "InOps as ID this creature as the source of the laser fire."
"Uggh, that looks disgusting. Like someone tried to disguise a Visceroid with giant glasses," Griffins blanched.
"Kind of looks like Cho's mom."
"OI!" Yukon snapped. "My mother wears glasses better than you dance!"
Several other of the Regimental Commanders chuckled and Coen smiled. "As much as I spit shards at these things, InOps has identified these creatures specifically as the source of the Laser Fire. They've taken potshots are our drones so expect them to do the same to aircraft and missiles."
"As such, Black Eagle will hold back until we neutralize a majority of those things. These things are the highest priorities, take those out and we can bring in birds to mop up."
Everyone nodded in agreement. "Be advised that we'll be the only ones approaching the anomaly on the ground but are not the only forces in this AO. Two Protectorate Divisions will be watching our backs down south, ZOCOM's 23rd Divisional Battlegroup will be pushing in from the North West out of Suez, and Space Force is working on repositioning the 55th Orbital Strike Division in case of emergencies. And we can expect additional divisions to arrive soon enough."
"So don't much this up or the Voiders and Crystal-Suckers get to take the credit. Copy that and we're clear sir," Red Actual smirked.
"Of course, making sure to prove our worth against our sister services is always a priority. HighCommand has also entrusted us with plentiful fire support assets. The Navy has 3 Battleships, a fleet carrier, a bunch of Cruisers, a couple dozen frigates, and plenty of ordnance on call. They'll saturate the area before we move in."
"The Airforce has also readied several squadrons of Auroras, Apollos, Centuries, NovaHawks, Harbingers, and additional Orcas. However, the pilots aren't in the mode to test shield and anti-laser measures so their birds are grounded. And finally, we have half a dozen Ion Cannons from Space Force on standby in case shit hits the fan."
"We could just glass the place with Ion Cannons and just roll over the enemy," Clover Actual Snorted.
"That's the sort of thing that makes sense. And we're not doing that because we're the military and making sense is against tradition," This caused all the commanders to snort or chuckle at the dark humour.
"Of course, the actual reasons are that various science departments want intact samples of these beasts, even if they have been torn about by Tiberium or Railguns," Lion added. "That and the Protectorate throws hissy fits whenever we fire Ion Cannons in this region."
"Of course, of course. Try to keep some of them intact just enough to dissect, but just know our own guns and the Navy is always ready to provide support and don't be afraid to call on them. They should be launching their strike just about……now."
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In the Persian Gulf, an armada had been amassed akin to the fleet nearly a century ago. Like their ancestors before, the fleet consisted of warships of many classes. To the various Hydrofoil light attack craft with their missile Box Launchers and lasers for anti-air defence duties to the dozen Governor Class Cruisers that made the backbone of the fleet. And from the myriad of ancient Burke variant destroyer hulls that still dotted the fleet to the GDS Antares supercarrier designed and built to operate in a Scrin-saturated environment.
But the real stars of the show were GDI's three newest battleships of the Radion Class.
Each bearing 20 360mm Heavy Railguns in 5 quad-barrel turrets, half a dozen Hypersonic VLS silos, arrays of laser and missile defence systems, rapid-fire railguns point defences, energy shields, and their top-of-the-line Electronic Warfare suites.
As the GDS Kongo, GDS Lion, and GDS Victoria trained their main armaments at the Kuwaiti Coasts, they followed a pattern many ancient sailors would have found familiar in the last century.
But unlike the last time GDI forces massed around Kuwait, the battleships proved that they were no distraction. As their quadruple-barrelled turrets showed, they were the real punch.
As given a silent signal, the 60 heavy Railguns thundered in a steady orchestra, sending their masses of railgun projectiles streaking over the Horizon one barrel at a time.
As blue streaks radiated from the turrets of the battleships, VLS tubes in Frigates, Destroyers, and Cruisers began opening up their Vertical Launch Silos and targeting information from drones began being fed.
Soon enough, cruise missiles began popping upwards before rocketing away from the fleet. First in pairs, then by the dozens, missiles joined the dozens of railgun projectiles being hurried into Kuwait.
The creatures, simply known as the Beta in another world, had been preoccupied with investigating (and dying) this new land when the organisms began detecting the incoming projectiles.
The Beta followed a pattern that they had been accustomed to for the last few decades, their laser strains reorienting themselves before blue beams of light began lighting up the sky.
Soon, Cruise Missiles, a few Railgun projectiles, and the occasional UAV began being melted and downed by the dozens thanks to the laser strains.
The problem for the newcomers was that they had been impacted heavily by Tiberium exposure and interference, while their enemy was both used to the environment and was more than happy to expand plenty of ordnance.
A mere minute after the bombardment began, the first Railgun slugs slammed into their targets, cracking both bug and Tiberium crystals wherever the rounds landed. Craters formed, being the only signs of the creature's existence.
And as railgun rounds pulverized bug horde after bug horde, the first cruise missiles began landing. The first to arrive were various missile mounting not explosive warheads but Electronic Warfare modules. They loitered up ahead, spewing their invisible shield. There were still questions about their effectiveness but said missiles still provided to be excellent bait.
Next were plasma ordnance, their great geen explosions frying many bugs including many of the precious laser strains.
Cluster and Incidenary missiles followed, filling the horde with fire wherever one looked.
And then by the dozens, regular cruise missiles with conventional high explosive payloads began landing. With significant chunks of the enemy air defence ripped apart, chunks more of the horde.
Combined with the constant bombardment of railgun slugs and the result was plenty of carnage.
When the bombardment finally subsided after ten minutes and the fleet pulled back to refill VLS tubes and Round Rakes, half of the alien horde had been decimated and critical information had been gathered by neighbouring drones.
In another world, such an expenditure of ordnance would have consisted of the start of a multi-division assault and the rate of intercepted munitions would have been considered catastrophic and court-martial worthy.
For GDI though, such expenditures were business as usual.
And the worst was yet to come. As the creatures began trying to reorganize into a coherent force, an armoured fist was moving their way.
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71st Heavy Tank Regiment, 28th Division, GDI Regular Forces
Near the Saudi-Kuwait Border
Two centuries ago, the idea of a multi-hundred-ton Super Tank would have been laughable. After all, why would anyone need a vehicle that was basically an armoured house?
The answer came in 5 global spanning wars, an Alien Invasion, a quasi-state/terrorist group with access to advanced technology, and decades of bloodshed meant that yes, a giant tank the size of the house was necessary.
The Mammoth Mark V was the latest generation of Mammoth tanks, an iterative upgrade over the older Mark III and Mark IVs, this generation of super heavy tanks could crush anything like the sand and rocks currently under its treads.
Still, even after a quarter of a century of development, being inside a tank like the Mammoth Mark V was like being in a cramped transport truck. Cramped, noisy, a little smelly, crappy entertainment, and a tad bit claustrophobic.
Though for Colonel Shano Kirobuyashi, in his command seat in the Mammoth Tank "In The Field", the vehicle felt much like a throne.
After all, he commanded more military might than even industrial armies before the Second World War. The Mammoth wasn't just some armoured vehicle, it was a symbol of GDI's power in the post-TCN era.
Wherever the tanks roll, GDI is there to stay and slay anyone in its way.
Such as the many bio-organic beings in it's way.
"(Comms) Clover Actual, this is Lumine. How are you feeling Taicho?"
"Well, on the one hand, we're about to fight a bunch of angry bug aliens from god knows where. On the other hand, I'm about to send them to meet Izanami. So good, very good Lumi."
The InOps AI chuckled. "(Comms) Very good Colonel. I will assist with communications and recon while you do your work. Speaking of work, the Navy has completed its preliminary bombardment of the area."
"BDA?"
"(Comms) Give or take half the Wander's force. Not great but those lasers proved more effective than usual. They rival our LADATS and Nod Lasers. Navy will readjust for another strike."
"Nah, let them patch their rail barrels. What else?"
"(Comms) Well! The wanders seem to be disorganized but are heading away from the anomaly from navy drone footage. They are following the highway 70 away from the anomaly. In our direction."
"Time to contact?"
"(Comms) Less than a hundred kilometres away, forward elements moving at 35 kilometres fast and accelerating. ETA is around 30 minutes, expect it to be less."
Shano took a breath. "Ok, then we make our stand at the border. Connect me to Opal actual."
"(Comms) Understood, connecting you to Second Brigade Actual."
One of Shano's command screens fizzled and was replaced by the view of a Filipino General. "Aquino! You got InOp's latest report?"
"Oo naman, I know they are heading our way. You planning to make a stand now?"
"Hai! My tanks will position themselves outside the old border station. Was wondering if you could divert a battalion to plug the holes in my lines."
"Only if you lend me a company of Mammoths. I feel like I need a bit of beam support today."
"Ok, will send 4th Company to support. I'll have them boost your lines."
"Thank you, old friend, sending the 14th and 15th to support your lines now. Good hunting Clover."
"You too, ranger." The communications line disconnected and the screens all returned to a holographic view display.
"(Comms) Clover Actual, Lumine. Readjusting Wander timetable. Contact moving at 60 kilometres per hour, expected time of arrival in 20 minutes."
"Very well," Shano toggled his communication systems. "All Clover elements, this is Clover Actual. 5th Company, you are to divert from the column and support the 2nd in their fight against these beasts. Everyone else, move past the Salmi Border station to form two lines, space 25 metres between each tank, and stagger so everyone can fire."
Shano received a flurry of affirmations and replies back and soon, his holographic displays showed icons representing various units moving forward.
Outside, dozens of Mammoth tanks tumbled forward, bypassing the shattered remains of the former Saudi-Kuwaiti border, and thundered just passed the formerly recognized border.
Shano felt his tank roll to a halt, quickly tapping so some of his command screens switched to camera views of both the Field and vehicles of his company commanders.
In the distance, he could see a very distant sand cloud being kicked up. "Lumini, am I seeing the Wanders on my scope?"
"(Comms) Affirmative Colonel. Expect contact at 15 minutes. I will contact you if something else occurs. Lumini out"
Shano took a moment to calculate. Both himself and the enemy were devoid of any terrain advantages, being on flat terrain. He had range, they had speed. Shano, knowing his tanks couldn't outrun them on a good day, knew he had to keep the enemy at range, or at least delay them until they range of the Zone Troopers.
"Colonel, the forces General Aquino has promised have arrived," the Mammoth's Electronic Virtual Assistant Unit spoke up. "Shall I have them dispersed across the line?"
"Yes EVA, plug them into our lines. Disembark them into the second line, and keep the Armadillos with them as well. Their repeating Railguns will be useful."
"Understood, redirecting them now."
Mammoth tank crews patiently checked their systems for any issues, made sure autoloaders for the missile launchers worked and stared at the incoming hostile forces. All the while, Armadillo Infantry Armoured Vehicles pulled up to the second line and Zone Troopers began disembarking.
Shano watched as hundreds of Zone Troopers wielding everything from Heavy Anti-armour Railguns, Laser Sniper Rifles, and Rotary 50 Caliber machine guns dug in beside the tanks of the first line.
Shano now had the most firepower ever concentrated in the former state of Kuwait, and it was pointed all directly at the hostiles incoming.
"EVA, status report on the other regiments."
"The Cascadian Dragoons are snaking 65 Kilometres to our South. The 3rd and 5th Regiments are 72 kilometres to our Northwest, both are out of position and will not be able to engage for some time. However, the 626th is ready to call upon, the 2nd Brigade is ready to fight at your side, and the ZOCOM detachment is prepared to sally forth."
"Ok, ok. Can work with this," Shano took a breath and toggled his communication systems. "All Clover Elements, This is Clover Actual. The Wanderers are approaching our location and doing so at full force."
"We have been charged with taking the anomaly and Kuwait from them, and to do that, we will break them here and now. We will not retreat like GDI did a century ago, we will stand here and smash whether with our railguns or tracks."
"Make every shot count, cover the backs of your comrades, and make GDI proud. Show everyone that we, the 71st, will not back down from this fight."
"Tend to your stations, and be ready to engage when they come to range. Clover Actual out."
"Nice speech, sir."
"Thank you, Gunner. You have full permission to engage at your discretion after the first valley. Load SABOT and prepare to knock this first wave down."
"Hai, loading SABOT."
Even though he was sitting in a tank displacing hundreds of tons, Shano could feel a slight rumble foreign from his own tanks and vehicles.
He didn't need to know that the rumbling was from the 28th's Organic artillery units. The light Overseer Self Propelled Guns, Hwacha rocket projectors, and Juggernaut heavy artillery batteries begin a preparatory bombardment of their own.
From his scope, he could see blue beams of light flash upwards, intercepting munitions left and right. Credit where credit was due, these creatures had gun Point Defence.
"Target Range: 10 kilometres." the EVA unit spoke.
"All Clover elements, fire on my mark."
"Target Range, 8 kilometres."
He could truly see them now, or at least some of them, on the views of various UAVs. Shano could spot the creatures in the front. Beasts like elephants with a green shell or hide akin to a flower or a clam shell. Or not. But it had the look of being extremely armoured.
"Target Range: 6 Kilometres."
He could begin picking out the first ones on his tank's scopes. They were like a rampaging horde of bulls, stretching out over the width of a kilometre. Explosions erupted in their midst, artillery shells and rockets exploding on and in the horde.
"Target Range: 5 Kilometres-"
"All Clover elements, fire!"
Like some ancient line formations in centuries past, every Mammoth tank in the battlelines fired. Most were armed with a pair of railgun rounds shells left a blue streak in the air. Others were equipped with a direct fire Particle Beam Cannon that lashed out like an angry laser. Some had specially made plasma cannons lobbed blue polts of pure plasma moving at subsonic speeds at the horde.
A mere second passed, and Shano felt hours move by.
And then the wall of fire crashed into the creatures and there was nothing but carnage.
Railgun slugs effortlessly punched right through the beasts' forward hides, many over-penetrating and cutting into the beasts behind them.
The Particle Beams burned right through one of the beasts, cutting into the next, and the next. These beams continued for several long seconds as the tanks that fired them turned their turrets and cut through the horde like a lightsaber through metal.
And the plasma bolts simply vaporized many of the beasts where they ran, melting their faces off even as they tumbled and flipped to the ground.
6 seconds passed before the last of the particle beams snapped off and Shano could see that the vanguard had been broken. Dozens of the beasts dead or dying in that instance, and hundreds more dead behind them.
No time to lose though. Shano could see more of those fat elephants clambering over their dead counterparts and running toward his line, including hundreds of smaller creatures.
He felt In the Field's autoloader ramming the next pair of railgun shells into the breaches of the railguns.
"ALL CLOVER ELEMENTS! FIRE AT YOUR WELL!"
The tanks fired again, railguns streaked outwards, plasma bolts raced forward, Ion Lances raked the lines, Thunderbolt missiles erupted from rocket pods and the orchestra of death marked the death of another line of creatures.
And marked the start of GDI's intervention in the BETA War.
So, some time ago, I began playing C&C Tiberium War and was reading a certain Plan Quest on a post-Tiberium War 3 scenario. Subsequently, I got bored and began reading a certain MuvLuv/Supreme Commander story a while ago and then the idea fairy got me typing.
Thus, this is the result of a few weeks of typing, researching real-world orders of battle, reading wikis, and playing games. I probably didn't need to spend an entire day reading up on divisional orders of battles but here we are. Anyways, enjoy. This is my first fanfic upload in the year.
Author's Note: This alternate universe of C&C Tiberium Universe after Tiberium Wars is not based on the "canon" Tiberium Twilight Games. Rather, this universe is based on the Quest: "Attempting to Fulfill the Plan: GDI Edition" by Ithillid on Sufficient Velocity. Long story short, you (and the audience) follow the POV of the GDI Director of the Treasury and try to salvage the situation after the Third Tiberium War. Suffice it to say, I dislike how EA ruined this beloved franchise and I am glad to find a timeline that has only finished last year. I would recommend for any C&C fans to check out his quest as that's what go me inspired to write this fanfic, but I would also recommend reading it first to get a geist of the background and some of the tech (like new AIs). This version of GDI incorporates elements form both the Tiberium and Red Alert universes.