4th Generation SCUs, many brand new but a few returning after a Hiatus, lured by sign up bonuses are sent on their first combat outing.
Brand new equipment packet fresh from HQ, including their rifles.
The rifles have a smell to them when they are brand new. Almost like a comic book page, fresh with colourful inc.
The new uniforms smell of, new clothes and the glue on the boots is still fresh.
Freshly groomed, newly trained bodies slotted into them go through their pre-determined moves. But they really don't understand what its all for, although some do.
There are many of them. 30 plus, the heels clacking on the ground give a sense of that.
Its a confidence boost. But its not, they don't know who is on either side of them. All they know is they're on the same team.
But so was the few dozen or so they seen at the Sector HQ, but they're not coming with them?
So why them?
Mallera-9's concrete caverns go for what seems an eternity.
The brief told them they will engage a V-Corp Turn Junction and Outpost.
To them its somewhere beyond the next blind corner, far into the dark where they cant see.
Waiting for them are fighters, Vanessa's fighters.
They're there to stop their advance there.
Venturing off into the dark to face off with Vanessa's fighters is not something they particularly want to do.
But they have no choice.
So into the belly of the beast they go.
The dark plays tricks on their eyes. So does ORC
Seeing things. shapes, figures.
Then its the first pops and whizzes.
Glimmers of silver and grey on bodies.
The skirm begins.
Who will be left?
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