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A roar of launchers firing off fill the tunnels followed by the loud, roaring thuds and booms of impact, though the calamitious infowarfare information seems to have thrown targetting and guidance off severely --
The response teams by the second carriage has more lucks, hammer-blows falling on the walls and the windows, plating blown apart and rent open, Nadir having to throw up their arms to keep their eyes safe from the sudden shock of noise and fire.
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Up front, a modular operational mechanic gets a good GRIB on our front-carriage and Response Team UDUG, staring straight at a passable fascimile of hell itself, wince, and groan and then do what they're trained to do - a line of Woodsie Wardens meet them on the inside, past the rent holes in our plating and the broken windows, swinging clubs and matching shields against knifes and rifle-stocks and a few stray bursts of fire; bad environment to be using a long-gun in, the cramped quarters make target acquisition almost impossible for weapons that are so <span class="mu-s">bulky</span>.
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>STAND BY FOR CLEANUP
