First of all. Why were they here? What were they after? Garden had been a secret even to most outside of this very site. How would a band of secretive mystics know of it? They had also, from what you could feel, not gone straight to the most relevant place- the Culture Lab, where the microbe itself dwelled. Perhaps they <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span> know it was here, and were drawn here for…some other reason.
No more Netillians were coming for you- the fighting had ended, for now, and all you saw about were various noncombatant staff members scattered here and there, fleeing, and the troops that were under your command. Since the short guy was…gone, whatever had happened, you were the top dog. Even though the objective had been to take every bit of this base and burn it, that didn’t seem very likely to happen with the new arrivals. A thought to wander into the Culture Dome and nab the thing and leave…not for it to be used, but so it couldn’t be used against your people. It was gone, though. Not the least because something in you insisted that you stay, but also, you’d perish to the poison you’d been stuck with, on top of having no chance of railing the bossy tall lady.
Not much to do but stay and salvage what you could, then. Though, your chances of a sweeter reward would surely rise if you <span class="mu-i">did</span> triumph over an unknown and savage foe…
Down, boy. Irrepressible even in the face of danger. Sometimes it had better sense than you, though- and it felt supremely confident.
You admittedly had a decent force, still. Two tanks- commanded by yourself, and the other by a huge set of tits, and three squads of infantry. Maybe one of those monsters could be shot with a pistol and laugh at it, but could they be ripped apart by three machine guns and keep laughing? Maybe it was worth finding out. Or perhaps…they could be spoken with? Negotiated towards? That had never worked in the past, but that was another continent. An ocean away. A land full of strife, and a Federation doing its best to quell the ceaseless wars and violence and oppression, and being hated for it. Perhaps here, they’d be different.
>Secure the Culture Dome. Get the primary objective, destroy it, and leave. Anything else would be foolhardy.>Press forth. You are soldiers, and fighting men. The field of battle is yours, not the domain of freaks like these. Take the objectives, and rout the rest.>Perhaps you can reason- though they are not inclined towards great gatherings. Go alone, on foot- and see who you can find.>Other?Pastebin for past threads-
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