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>Pretty unanimous decision
<span class="mu-s"> V-0899: Wounded - Laceration to right arm. -5DC for shooting phases </span>
V-0899 and P-7752 huddled by the grate of the sewer their breaths coming in short, controlled bursts. The entrance to the sewers lay before them, a yawning black maw that promised relative safety from the relentless artillery fire above. The grate itself was rusted through and the pipe, fifteen feet high, oozed a brown liquid that smelt like chemicals. Deep down, V-0899 knew it wasn't chemicals.
<span class="mu-i"> "We hafta continue the mission."</span> V-0899 stated, checking his lasgun <span class="mu-i"> "its what we wuz ordered to do." </span>
V-0899 didn't actually like P-7752, he was a Breeding Pod Delta after all but he was a Krieger. Still, everyone knew Delta pods were defective, if P-7752 was from an Omega pod like V-0899, he probably would still be able to walk without a limp. Better reflexes in Omega pods, doncha know?
They continued through the sewers, the darkness around them a silent witness to their resolve. In the heart of the grim darkness of the far future, they were Krieg, and they would not falter.
The sewers beneath the war-torn hive city were a labyrinthine network of tunnels and conduits, winding through the bowels of the urban landscape like the intestines of some colossal beast. The walls were slick with moisture and grime, encrusted with layers of filth accumulated over countless years. Rusted pipes and corroded metalwork snaked along the ceiling, dripping with fetid water that pooled on the uneven floor. The air was thick with the stench of decay and stagnant water, mingling with the acrid tang of chemical runoff.
The soundscape of the sewers was a symphony of disquiet. Water dripped incessantly from above, splashing into murky puddles with a hollow, echoing plop. Occasionally, the distant rumble of artillery fire filtered through the ground, muffled but unmistakable, a constant reminder of the battle raging overhead. The air was punctuated by the scurrying of unseen vermin, their claws scratching against the metal and concrete as they moved through the darkness.
Ahead, the sewer pipes branched off into two different tunnels.
P-7752 took the right tunnel and V-0899 took the left tunnel with the agreement that they would come back to the meeting point to discuss what lay ahead.
