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(Setting) Glitch City Outskirts
| >A small black dot appears from the south-west, moving at high speed towards the outskirts. It soon becomes big enough to be seen from the ground with a naked eye.
>Black military hovercraft slows down and lowers its altitude to fly a couple dozen meters above the ground. First pilot looks at the hill above them.
"Damn this thing is huge. Joe, tell the chocolate orange we're closing in on target."
| >Second pilot turns on internal radio and addresses the cargo.
/Colonel, we're half a kilo from the target area and closing in./
/Roger bring two hundred meters closer Cola wants to go for a walk./
/Got it, Colonel./
"What's up?"
>Second pilot shrugged.
"Our princess wants to have some fresh air. Let's land near that one building, let them stretch a little."
"Got it".
>Hovercraft flew a couple hundred meters more, and then carefully touched down near one of the abandoned buildings.
| > Should the hovercraft approach the mountain, it will experience a slight disturbances in its sensors — and within such range, a largely noticeable humming noise can be heard.
| (*hill. Dammit, even I'm losing sense of what I typed.)
> Nonetheless, the low, unheard frequency and vibrations resonating from the hill brings mysterious dread and odd disturbances — there is more than a "strange" feeling whenever one go near the hill.
| >An old lady approaches the hovercraft, and seems to be shouting something at the newcomers. She looks pretty mad, and has a laser rifle on her back.
| "Hey, you noticed that?"
>First pilot sounded concerned.
"I'm getting something with my sensors."
>Second pilot looked over displays on his panel.
"Think we're getting jammed? Wanna try turning on EWAI?"
"And then what, tell everyone in the radius of ten kilo that we're here? Tell the Colonel we can have some jam on our sandwich. I'll open the cargo."
>Second pilot sighed.
/Colonel, be advised, we have some delicious jam on our sandwich. Take care not to choke on your picnic./
| >He looked to the side.
/There's also an RTR outside and she seems angry. Be ready for some hot female action./
/Copy that, Hawk 1-2. We'll be going on a walk now, keep the radio silent./
/Roger that./
>Hovercraft cargo doors opened, and a team of six soldiers in black commando armor ran out of it, taking positions around the ramp and keeping the old lady in their sights.
>Two people, a tall guy with long blond hair and a short grumpy man in grey uniform exited the craft.
| (OP here, my ID may change. Don't mind it; my mobile network sucks.)
> There seems to be a clot of fog covering the upper part of the hill now. A further examination can show that the hill is not man-made, something is making the hill float away from its sitting place.
| >Grumpy man in grey uniform looks up, then covers his eyes with his right hand. The bandage on his head slides a bit downwards. He mumbles.
"This is gonna be a looong day."
>Meanwhile the blond guy non-chalantly approaches the shouting lady, ignoring the warning shouts from the commando fireteam.
"What happens to be an issue m'am ill have you know we dont accept new recruits at the moment nor do we take passengers."
>He fires off as if he was some sort of speaking machine gun.
| >The short man, at the same time, takes out a portable camera from the small backpack over his shoulder and begins taking photos of the hill.
>He then checks the camera to make sure the photos are not corrupted.
| > Each and every single photo that captures the hill along with the landscape surrounding are untouched, but there is a strange distortion for any attempt at capturing -only- the hill itself in the frame.
> These distortions range from a simple focus problem, making the hill arbitrarily blurred to heavy corruption of frame, causing the picture to form a garbled mess instead.
| The old lady keeps shouting some kind of giberish for about a minute, then starts walking towards a nearby building. Her skin was grey-blue ish, she had no hair and an augmented left arm.
| (sorry forgot > )
| >Short man with the colonel insignias took another look at the hill.
"Thats awfully precise for your regular jamming."
>He put the camera back, and touched the hull of the hovercraft. With his left hand he pushed on internal radio button on his chest commdevice.
/Hawk 1-2, I want you to *carefully* try to lock on the hill with your weapon mount. Carefully, you copy?/
/Copy that, Colonel./
>Second pilot replied.
"Daniel, take aim on this piece of rock. Colonel says carefully."
| >Jamie made a confusing face, as he watched the old lady dissapear into the building, but he couldn't allow himself to follow her alone. He turned back and started walking towards the colonel.
| > The fog that was once on the top of the hill started to rapidly cover the entirety of the hill itself.
> A loud boom can be heard from the direction of the hill. It sounded closer to a sonic boom caused by a jet plane instead of an explosion from a bomb or detonating object.
> The boom was heard repeatedly, it started distant but on the last boom, the sound was much louder and pronounced.
| >Colonel's face blackened.
"I don't like where this is going."
/Hawk 1-2, put your aim down, repeat, put you aim away from the hill and get ready for emergency take off./
>Second pilot jumped in his seat.
/Copy that./
"Daniel put the gun down, SIDS, permission to fuck off granted!"
>First pilot turned the multilaser mount off and powered the craft's engine"
| > A sudden rush of rapid air pushes everything in the surrounding of the hill away, the buildings were pushed to the point of making them bent nearly sideways.
> It wasn't a hurricane, but whatever was in the hill formed something akin to one.
| >Both Jamie and the fireteam noticed the situation and their craft's engine being powered up. Jamie broke from his place and ran towards the ramp.
"JO THE FUCK IS GOING ON"
"YOU TELL ME"
>Colonel shouted back as he was waving to his man to get back into the dropship.
>Team started jumping up onto the ramp and the craft took off. Jamie desperately jumped and was dragged in by two of his teammates.
/Hawk 1-2, break distance to a kilo./
/TO HELL WITH YOU COLONEL./
>Pilot shouted.
| >Hovercraft turned around and immediately picked up speed, without wasting any time to gain altitude.
"Think we can get away from whatever this is?!"
>Daniel shouted.
"How the fuck do I know? I sure can tell you I'd like to have more firepower right now!"
>Second pilot shouted back
| > The air had calmed down upon its first impact — bringing the fog with it. The weather, without a warning, turned dark. The sky was and is bleak, the sunlight is not able to penetrate through.
> All forms of compass and navigational aid are defunct. It doesn't seem to be jammed, but everywhere it is pointed, it is always in one cardinal direction: North.
> The ground is not visible, nor is the sky. Nothing is clear. Everything looks about the same: fogs and nothing else.
| > And in every single direction, a sound can be heard: a heavy hum, seemingly coming from the Earth itself.
| "I can't see shit. Joe, I think NavSys is out, turn on EWAI."
>Second pilot pressed a couple buttons on his panel but shaked his head.
"No use, D. It's either too cool for EWAI or just died on it's own."
>First pilot swore.
"And how am I supposed to fly this bird blinded? I'm gaining altitude, it's too dangerous to fly on this height without navsys."
/Hawk 1-2, sitrep please./
/Cake & arse party, Colonel. We can't see shit and NavSys is out. EWAI is no help. D is gaining altitude./
| >In the cargo Jòsef scratched his cheek.
"Well, Jamie, our NavSys is out and pilots can't see shit. Hill is clearly capable of defending itself, at least on this distance. What do you think?"
>Jamie got up from the cargo floor and sit down on one of the seats.
"Well, first off, the bird is useless now. It might even be whats blowing our stealth."
"Suggestions?"
"Land a little bit away, get out, and send bird home, Jo. Then we walk up to the hill on foot. Maybe ask the lady there."
| > The thick fog was nigh-impenetrable, not a sliver of light is able to see more than a half a meter away.
> The hum is still apparent and now louder than before.
> There seems to be something dragging down the hovercraft — the invisible force pulls the hovercraft downwards, and its effect is as clear as day.
| "That's provided we can land here. What if we can't?"
"Then we fly home, switch to the battle taxi, get more people, nightvision, spotlights, nano-camo and try again. The hill, whatever it is, might have defence systems on it, but it doesn't necessarily mean it has offensive loadout or have any intent to harm the city. Yet."
>Jòsef raised his brow.
"And if it does?"
"Well we can always try nuking it from orbit. Not sure if it will help—"
/COLONEL SITUATION FUBAR./
/What's up Hawk?/
| >Second pilot seemingly panicked as he noticed that the craft kept losing altitude instead of gaining it.
"Joe, brake, brake!"
"Braking! 107... 85... 67... 45..."
>Daniel turned back to his radio.
/We are being pulled down, Colonel, we'll have to land blind! Put on your belts, vomit packets are under the seat in front of you./
/Great./
>Short man turned to the team.
"Fasten the belts, brace for impact!"
| > The hovercraft is being dragged further and further through the endless fog — it's descending at an alarming rate, but it doesn't hit a single ground for some odd reason.
> Yet, it is building speed. Its descent is clear, but it looks as if it is flying down to a never-ending blanket of fog and cloud.
> The hum is building louder and louder. Its sound coming from everywhere and anywhere. Not a single sound is louder than it is.
| "How far until the ground, D?"
"How do I know?"
"I'm trying to brake horizontal, D, turn the tail on reversal an rotate forward."
"Doing... Done!"
>Second pilot's hands danced on the navigation panel.
"Joe, switch radio to all frequency broadcast!"
"...Done.!"
>Second pilot turned on the radio.
/This is Hawk 1-2, UKOBIANMC military aircraft, I repeat, This is Hawk 1-2, UKOBIANMC military aircraft, S O S, we are going down, does anyone copy, we are going down. S O S, this is Hawk—./
| > Only static can be heard, but that matters less, as the fog seemingly clears up.
> The sky was as visible as everything else now. The weather was no more than bright and sunny, like before.
> One thing that is even clearer than that: the hovercraft is now, for no reason, twenty five miles directly above the hill — and it is still descending in a rapid pace.
| > However stranger was that there is no single Glitch City visible from above. The hill is not floating anymore, but that isn't the weirdest thing amongst all.
> Every landscape visible was nothing familiar. The buildings have all disappeared, and to the south, the direction to Glitch City, is nothing but mountainous area.
> And from above, it's clear that the hill is barren, bearing only rocks and snow — very little plants surrounding it.
| >First pilot looked around on the cleared sky.
"What the..."
>Then his eyes switched to the navigation panel.
"Oh FUCK D, TAIL OFF REVERSAL!"
>Second pilot realised the situation sooner.
"Already, rotating to vertical! Joe, switch turbines on 'taking off'!"
"Switching! Done! Impact time?!"
"We are 38 kilo above our max alti, I guess we have about ten minutes!"
"Spin the bird clockwise, I'll try to use our flight surfaces as a rotor."
"Spinning..."
| /Hawk, we are sitting here, shaking like egg banjos in a rookie's backpack, and yet no impact comes? Sitrep please!/
/Fubar beyond fubar, Colonel. We are 38 kilometers above our maximum alti, Tower doesn't respond, there is no Glitch City on the horizon, we are going down and can barely slow down the fall being this high. You have about nine minutes to pray, Colonel./
/Copy that, Hawk, have fun./
>Jòsef turned to his team.
"You have eight minutes to pray boys."
| > Once in a relatively lower altitude, and from what's visible, there was only two options for landing: crash-land to the hill with possibility of snashing into the rocks, or a safer landing at the unassumingly flat grasslands.
> Thankfully, the air and condition have all normalized; no disturbances can be traced whatsoever.
| "D, stop the spin! Rotate tail about 15°, I'll try to bring us down on the grass."
"Got it... Stopping the spin is 30... 20... 10... Stopped, bird is stable."
>First pilot nodded.
"Now, rotate the tail turbine."
"Rotating... All clear, Joe!"
"Okay, I'll try to land us tail first, then the rest of the body. This should kill at least some inertia."
"Okay, bringing nose up."
| > Alas, before the hovercraft was able to fully land, it was greeted with a missile — a warning missile, meant to miss from its target.
> There were no more than one, and it detonated once it is afar from the hovercraft.
> Oddly enough, the fired missile looks to be a very old — it is slow and may even be easily avoided should it not be a warning fire. It's not what the military would use in present day of Glitch City.
| > The missile itself was fired from a place on the hill. And again, oddly enough, the place wasn't visible on any form of detection on the hovercraft's side.
> It seems that whoever or whatever fired the missile meant no hostile intent, as there was no more missile being fired.
| >Joe winced as the alarms rang inside the cockpit
"MISSILE INCOMING, D EVADI—"
"TOO LATE! OH F...oh, it missed."
>Both pilots swore, and returned to trying to save their craft.
/Hawk the fuck was that!/
/Incoming missile alert. We are clear, Colonel, it missed. Brace for impact, we are landing in thirty seconds./
| > A safe landing is more than possible now, the flat terrain with very little bump should prove no problem for the hovercraft.
> Suddenly, a loud crackling and continuous static can be heard from the hovercraft's radio. There was no voice from the other side, but there was a signal nonetheless; there should be a communication tower nearby transmitting the signal.
| >Hovercraft's nose went up and it's turbines roared, switching to afterburn. It's tail struck the ground first, transmitting the dropship's inertia to the ground. Then the main body bottom followed, and the craft slid through the grass a dozen meters before stopping completely.
"Bloody hell D, are we alive?"
>Second pilot looked around the cockpit, then sank in his seat.
"I hate this job."
/Colonel, another happy landing. Are you all in one piece down there?/
| >Jòsef swore as he tried to sit straight in his seat. It was impossible to equip cargo bay with the same kind of inertia dampeners the pilot's cockpit had, so the team inside had been shaken quite a bit. He looked over his men, splattered on the cargo walls, but alive. Jamie has been already on his feet, helping one of the commandos to stand up.
/Yeah, Hawk, mostly. Thank you for that. Do you think we can take off again? I want to relocate us a bit further away from LZ./
| /Hmm.../
>Daniel looked over displays. He was sure they would normally be able to hover away at least a hundred meters after a landing like this, but it was not a normal situation.
| > Following the landing, a loud blaring siren fires up a warning sound — it seems to be coming from the hill itself — and it is loud enough to be heard in the distance where the landing zone is.
> The siren repeatedly plays the warning sound, but there was no other message following it.
| "D, you heard that?"
"Yeah. Some kind of an intruder alert, i guess. I'll turn EWAI off, it's not like it helps us in anyway. Colonel wants us to hover away a bit, and I kinda agree. Displays don't show anything unusual, tail rotation is damaged, but I think we should be able to do so."
"Well, I'm fine with that. Switching turbines to 'hover', powering engines."
>Turbines roared once again, and damaged hovercraft took off a couple meters above the ground.
"D, turn on nano-camo."
| > Even with both the warning missile being shot and the warning siren on its loudest volume, there was no one — not a single person, checking the hovercraft or asking questions to those in the hovercraft.
| > Yet with that, there is no indication that Glitch City, or any familiar landscape apart from the hill, is near.
| >Black hovercraft turned invisible. Or, at least should have. However, it's hull was too damaged in multiple places, leaving parts of black hull visible. It started sliding in the air, slowly crawling away from the landing zone.
| >It hurled away a hundred meters, and turbines finally gave in.
/Thats about as far as we can go, Colonel. What are we gonna do now?/
/Let us think about it, Hawk./
| >Suddenly, a gunshot is heard. A shot from a laser rifle, not too far away.
| >>137343
(Hahahaha, that made me chuckle. Grandma gives zero damn about being stuck in the place and only cares about those darn kids in her lawn.)
| "Alright, Cola, lets summarize the situation."
>Colonel addressed the blond man, as the rest of the team finally came to their senses.
"We are in unknown location, against a possible enemy with unknown capabilities, or heavy armor and transport support is out of order and we are clearly underhanded, outgunned and unable to contact the HQ."
>"Sir, I've gotta say, this sounds like a terrible situation" said one of the commandos.
>A familiar bzzzt of a laser rifle sounded outside.
| >Jòsef nodded.
"We are clearly unable to leave here on our own. At least it's unlikely that whoever put us in would be so willing to let us out. So we'll do it like this. Sergeant!"
"Hi sir!" >Jamie saluted.
"You'll stay here. Lock yourself up together with pilots, and play cards or something. No radio contact. You guys just sit here and wait for us, unless we don't return in three days. Then it's up to you."
"Yes sir!"
"I'll lead the fireteam. We'll... Well, see how things go."
| >Cargo bay opened, and from the air a team of seven people got down on the grass. However, this time they all had backpacks on them, and colonel was in the same set of armor as the rest of the team, aside for the grey helmet instead of a black one.
>They hurried away from the craft, and laid down in the grass. Jòsef got on his knees and looked around. When they were leaving, pilots noted a radio going alive. Communications tower would be an obvious first target for any recon team.
| >Another shot is fired, and the sound of metal hitting the ground can be heard, not too far away.
| > The vast empty field of grassland expands for as long as the horizon see. To the south is a steep incline to a mountain, further north is the hill, through east and west are relatively empty and deserted plains.
> From a simple look alone, it's clear that this area was abandoned, but not too long ago; the grasses were still low, but some are rising up again, and litters such as jerricans and steel drums are scattered around.
| >A shot metal bird can be seen laying on the ground a little to the south of the group.
| >>137367
(I don't recall seeing any metal birds in the early 90s though. I may have been living under a rock this whole time, however.)
| >Jòsef waved his hand, then made a couple of fast gestures. Four commandos raised their rifles, while the team leader and two others started carefully approaching the thing they noticed.
| >When they look at it, they notice a logo on it. The letters "GSR" with a few small clouds surrounding it.
| > The siren had stopped its warning blare, its silence is ominous, but otherwise controversially better.
> However, one can't help but wonder whether the siren was automated and tasked to shutdown at an interval or whether it was shutdown by someone or something.
| >Jòsef turned to his left and made another series of gestures. Commando on his left shaked his head.
>Team leader nodded, and reached in his backpack, taking out a set of binocular lenses. He connected them to his helmet's faceplate, and looked around once more.
| > At a zoomed view, one thing was noticeable from the hill: there is a small, dome-like structure — and next it is a camouflaged surface-to-air missile launcher.
> The dome structure is nondescript, its wall is painted white and its roof is made from what seems to be glass.
> The mountainous area was a tad more empty, but there are a few sign of defunct or disabled military bases on it.
| (*next to it)
| > As with the grassy areas, everything felt empty and abandoned. There is no absolute sign that any of these facilities and buildings are used recently.
| >Jòsef took off the lenses and put them back. He then turned to the rest of the team, put his rifle down, and started making fast gestures with both hands. It took awhile. Commando nodded, and the four that stayed behind split into pairs and dissappeared in the air. Jòsef picked up his rifle, and the left trio started quickly making their way towards the dome structure.
| > After quite an uneventful approach, the trio was close to the dome. A door to enter the doom lies still, it was facing a direction not visible through binoculars before.
> Outside the dome was quite packed with boxes. A few of them are labeled with "MRE" and some aren't.
> The siren that was loudly making noise is standing still just meters away from the dome. Its pole rusty and the siren itself is in a bad shape.
| > Away from all of those is the missile launcher. It has burnt through all of its available missile, and it can't fire another shot, even if forced.
> From here, the view is clearer. The higher elevation allows everyone to see the wide plains and the vast nature beyond them.
> Even still there is no indication on where they are and how they managed to be there.
| >Jòsef waved his hand, and the team approached the dome. They moved along the wall, all the way up to the doorway.
>Commandos nearest to it took off his belt two grenades, and threw them in. Flashbang and EMP went off at the same time, and the team rushed inside, weapons ready.
| > The dome itself is.. empty, in sense that no one is there to greet them.
> But apart from that, the dome is packed to the brim with things to ponder upon.
> A large uncanny rod was installed, dead center in the dome. Cables coiled around the rod, they are all left in a state of mess.
> Papers strewn everywhere. Tables latched on to the walls are holding nothing but papers — stacks of them.
> In left from the doorway, a text carved by knife is written "SEE YOU LATER"
| > The carved text shows no sign that it was carved recently. The knife used to carve it is plunged deep into the wall, and it has rusted from its time there.
> Water leaks on and about from the transparent ceiling of the dome.
> Overall, the unmaintained looks of the dome shows a sign of it being left abadoned.
| >Colonel put his left hand up in the air, and waved it in circle a couple of times. Trio lowered their weapons and split up. Jòsef carefully approached the rod, switching through all the sensors he had installed into his command helmet.
>The second commando extracted a portable camera from his backpack, took a picture of the dome, of the text on the wall, and then started going through the papers, taking a picture of each one, without really reading them.
| >Third commando, on the other hand, left the dome and approached the missile launcher. He reached into his backpack, and started putting explosive charges on the thing, making sure it won't fire even if someone was to load the thing. All three acted quick and effective, as if this was exactly what they were doing all their lives.
| > The rod emits a strange but contained radioactive decay, and its making a low-frequency hum — a familiar hum, in fact. Electricity runs through it; it seems to be grounded deep below the floors.
> By quickly glancing at the papers, one thing is clear: they're all written in 1932 to 1997. Some of them are typewritten, some are handwritten. They all talk of various experiments using the rod.
| > One of the papers highloght the rod and its function, but it is badly damaged to the point of it being fragile.
> 'Temporal-Injection Management Engine' — 'TIME' it says, written on its header.
> The rest of the paper are description on how the rod, TIME, works — along with its rough sketches and its installation warnings.
> A paragraph is underlined near the bottom of the paper, 'Highly untested for human transport — Code E7'
| (*highlight.)
| Two consecutive shots from a laser rifle far away hits, and effectively breaks the rod, and some kind of liquid starts dripping out of it.
| (forgot > again)
| > Although the base of the rod wears out, it seems the liquid leaking out from the rod was only an insulating liquid.
> The rod itself stands still, seemingly more durable than it had shown itself.
| "ENEMY SNIPER!"
>Jòsef turned back to the doorway with lightning speed, dropping down on his knee, switching the helmet vision to particle detection and rising his rifle in a single swift movement. As soon as the traces of the laser beams appeared before him, he returned fire, sending nine shots in the direction previous two came from. The other commando dropped his camera and did the same, only a couple seconds later.
| >Third soldier looked around, and dived into the boxes stuffed around, caring more to break posdible line of sight, than to return fire.
| >As no other shots come his way, Colonel waves to the other commando. The soldier nods, and quickly rushes to the doorway, putting his rifle aside and taking a pair of combat knives from the sheath on his back. The moment he reaches the lying door, he dives in, as Jòsef pours rain of automatic fire above him.
>Commando stabs his knives into the door, and, with a swear, lifts it up, closing the doorway. The moment the commando starts lifting the door, Jòsef stops firing.
| "Enemy used a laser rifle, so, if anything happens, the door will likely take a shot or two before they will be able to shoot us."
"Do you think we should fall back, sir?" >Heavily breathing commando asked, as he put his knives back, and picked up his rifle.
"Not until I know, if we can take this thing with us, or not. Take as many photos as you can, I don't want to stay here for long."
>Commando saluted and went back to the camera, as Jòsef looked back to the rod.
| >Something hits the door, but it's not a shot. It's sounds like something metal, that's got a little bit of weight to it, but sounds hollow.
| >Not hearing any gunfire from neither side, nor the 'all clear' from his leader, the third commando rolled over the boxes, immediately rising his rifle. Not seeing the enemy immediately, he leaned to the dome wall and crouched along it, until he reached the corner. He then took off a flashbang from his belt, and threw it behind the corner, waiting for it to go off before diving after it.
| > Inspecting the rod further, it seems to be having more charge of electricity now — almost a quadruple than what it had before.
> Without waiting for any of the soldiers to react, the rod blasts its electric charge across the room. Then it began again—
> The rod began producing a loud boom — the entire dome rattles and shakes; it felt like an earthquake is trying to decimate the place, but to those outside the dome, it looked as if nothing is happening.
| >Jòsef shouted, as he threw himself down on the floor and rolled over on his spine, second commando rolling forward over the papers the moment he heard the shouting.
>Colonel switched his helmet sensors to energy readings, and reached for the grenades on his belt as he desperately tried to crawl away from the rod.
| > By the time they all reacted, the rod had already discharged a good number of its electricity — it struck the ceiling of the dome, lighting it in a clear fiery color.
> A second boom was blasted, then the third follows. The entire hill blots with fog once more as an extreme gush of air rushes through downwards, reaching the grasslands at an unimaginable pace.
| >Jòsef finally reached for an EMP grenade and sent it rolling towards the rod. Realizing there's little time left before he either gets electrocuted or worse, he screamed over the radio.
/EVERYONE FTAUNO, REPEAT, FTAUNO./
| > The EMP had done absolutely nothing, the rod furthers on its progress—
> The sky is now dark yet again, its darkness is akin to a moonless night. Fog thicker than anything covers the entirety of the hill.
> The rod.. stops. There was no more booming sound, and it suddenly stopped discharging whatever power it holds.
> It was quiet. A tranquil quiet. Maybe too quiet, even, as all radio communication turns into static.
| >Jòsef stood up, switching through the comm channels, internal radio, squad life beacons. He looked around the dome.
"Lawson are you alright? Lawson?"
>The second commando rose above he paper hill.
"I'm fine, it didn't hit me."
| >Outside the third commando looked up the sky, and noticed it becoming dark. It was already obvious that situation went fubar even without his teamleader screaming free action order over the radio, which quickly turned into static. He decided it was not the best time to hunt the sniper that could not even be out there anymore, and broke through the door into the dome.
| >Right outside the door is some kind of a small container. It has a top that could easily be taken of. Just for good measure, the third commando scans the container, but can see anything dangerous. Slowly he opens it up. Inside is three notes.
>One has some kind of unknown writing on it. Some kind of symbols.
>The third reads "La meg vœre. Kom dere vekk herfra". The letters are familiar, but you can't make out what it says.
>The third note says "Leave me alone. Get away from here."
| (Can't)
| (OP, back with horrible mobile data)
> With visibility reduced to nothing, escaping the thick cover of fog might be a herculean, and even stupid, task.
> An extreme drop in temperature can be felt; the cold felt stronger and sharper than a winter night.
> There is no mistaking that the entirety of the hill itself is taking a temperature plunge.
> A faint hum can be heard elsewhere, resonating deep from within the grounds of the hill.
| >Jòsef quickly turns around, and he and the third commando point their rifles at each other at the same time. "Glad to see you're alright, sir." commando chuckles through the helmet.
"I'm not really alright, but glad to see you too. Are the charges planted?"
>"Yes sir. I also found a box with a couple of weird notes outside..." commando nodded.
"We really don't have time for that now, I'll look at them later. Lawson, switch to energy readings!"
>"Done!" second commando replied.
| "Okay, Richard you help us too. I want to know, where does this thing, — >Jósef pointed towards the rod,
— get energy from. You two switch to energy readings and scan it, I'll watch the door you broke."
>Jósef nodded towards the broken door and the third commando sighed under his helmet. Both commandos activated their helmet sensors and started searching for the rod's power source, as the Colonel took position in the doorway, weapon ready.
(Some highly experimetal text layout here)
| (Love the 'dialogue-break-action' layout. Might replicate it myself later.)
> As illogical as it is, the rod power seems to stem from nowhere — either that, or it is more than adept at hiding its powet source.
> The once-faint hum echoes louder, the cold has froze the rod itself; any form of temperature readings will show the rod at an extreme -48°C.
| > All sound coming from outside the dome fades to an ethereal nothingness. The fog has encapsulated everything around the dome, it was only a matter of time before the fog is able to seep into the insides of the dome.
> Amidst all this, strange humanlike voices started echoing from around the dome — was it only a hallucination?
> The voices vary from simple 'Hello' to gargled voice of tortured souls — one can only doubt their existence.
| >"Do you hear this as well?" Lawson asked the third commando. Richard nodded, and turned back to his teamleader. "Colonel, we might be dealing with cognito hazard here."
>Jósef didn't seem to wince, but his posture changed ever so slightly.
"Device's power source?"
>"Either it gets its power from the air, or has some real advanced shielding systems. If it is cognito hazard, my bet is on second."
"Temperature readings?"
>"-48°C and keeps falling."
>Jósef sighed.
| > The fog slowly and surely enters the dome. Once it enters the dome, however, its composition changes to look like a soot — for reasons unknown.
> Voices that were once intangible starts forming coherent words, but their innumerable quantity bleaks out any possible meaning that can be extracted from them.
> The temperature doesn't help either; while the room stagnates at a stable -12°C, the rod dips further down. It is now at -53°C.
| "Let's keep cognitohazard as a working theory for now. Turn on information re-rendering systems and switch them to L-2."
>Jósef activated his helmet's counter-measures systems to re-render all incoming information with random data-noise and switched data-noise intensity to the level 2. His teammates followed his example.
"Alright, —
>Colonel said, his voice sounding slightly distorted,
— let's wait for the situation to calm down a little. It did so once already."
| > The fog, which now forms something closer akin to the dark soot resulting from a burning coal, covers the entirety of the dome. What was once visible fades in a short notice.
> A crackle was heard from the communication radio of the trio; it was louder the closer they are to the rod.
| "Everyone, un-power the radio."
>Colonel whispered and all three pressed buttons on their chest's commdevice's.
| "That is not going to do much."
> A feminine voice, clearer than any of those before, comes. It was omnipresent, but it surely is not in the same nature as the voices before.
"—Don't be trapped here, go back to where you belong."
> The voice sounds to be someone in her early-to-mid 20s, but any other details were scarce. No figure present represents the voice either.
| >"I told ya, colonel." third commano sounded as tense as he was victorious.
"Good for you, Richard" >Jósef snarked back.
"We were on our way back when you were so insistent to invite us to this beautiful place, lady. Going to such a great lengths, as to snatch our craft out of the air even."
>Colonel tried to be as sarcastic as possible, but his voice was even more tense than other commando's. He had two encounters with cognitohazards and both ended with someone dying. what
| >What the other two soldiers could have found exciting, Jósef only thought of as terrifying.
| > The voice hadn't responded to anything they said, and only after a prolonged silence, it spoke.
"Is that so?"
> A snap of fingers can be heard echoing through the dome, as if the dome itself was only a hollow room.
> With that, the presence of the voice disappeared — followed by that is the rod' sudden reactivation; it blasted clean the fog away from the dome, driving it outside.
> It looks to be that the fog is disappearing at a slow pace.
| > As the fog pulls itself back to its place, visibility increases. The sky shines brighter than it was before, and like when they were being flunged to the sky, everything had looked different.
> They were not in the dome anymore, instead they're on the top of a familiar building.
> Once their vision clears, they can see the hill — they are on the building they landed before, except that their hovercraft is nowhere to be seen.
| >Team looked around them, slowly realising where they were. Jósef swore.
"Now Cola is even deeper in shit than we were."
>Colonel turned back to the other two commandos.
"Richard, Lawson, you are to return to the base. Immediately. Thats an order. You'll deliver the data we gathered and report on what you've seen. If someone tries to talk shit, you remind them that from a team of SRR operatives only two came back, that should be enough to explain the situation."
| >"What about you, sir?" Richard asked.
"What-what, I'm gonna stay here and try to get to the rest of the team and then, hopefully, get them all out of there."
>"Sir, with all due respect..." the second commando protested.
"Shove that respect up your ass, soldier, and follow the fucking order. Once you return, I want no other teams, on vehicles or on foot, to approach the zone within 10 kilometers around the hill."
| "Also, this is an order, Her Majesty Strike Cruiser 'Furious' is to change orbit and prepare for orbital bombardment."
>Both commandos exchanged looks. "Sir, you don't mean to call an orbital bombardment upon yourself like in a shitty action movie?"
"This is exactly what my order is. If neither me nor sergeant Colohan are to return and take back that order within 48 hours, I order 'Furious' to glass everything within 15 kilometers radius of the hill. Now get the fuck out of here."
| >Lawson was about to protest again, but third commando put his hand on the second commando's shoulder. They both jumped down form the building, rolled upon landing and started running back towards the city at the maximum speed they could.
>"I'm supposed to be retired, goddamnit." Jósef thought for himself, and also jumped off the building. After he rolled the inertia off, he readied his rifle, checked his equipment, and entered the building they were on.
| > The building was that of a covenience store. Or at least what was left of it; it has been deserted, presumably for a while now, and very few point of interests are here.
> Not too long after, a car drifts near the building. The sound of its one passenger going outside is audible.
"... Hot damn, it's still fucking here?"
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| >Jósef turned around to the sound, rised his rifle and started slowly moving back to the doorway. As he reached it, he threw a flashbang rolling outside, waited for it to blow, and then rushed after it, looking for unknown driver.
| "Holy shit, fuck!"
> A sound of an object dropping from the passenger's hand is loud and clear. Its his phone, dropping straight to the ground in a screen-first position.
> It seems that the passenger is alone by himself; the car was either machine-controlled or uses a technology similar to thus.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
> A hint of anger was no more than obvious from his tone of voice.
| "COLONEL JÓSEF KITSUKIAN, UKOBIANMC GLITCH CITY'S 1ST COMBINED ARMS DETACHMENT. DROP ON YOUR KNEES AND SHOW ME YOUR HANDS. SLOWLY, I HAVE YOU IN MY SIGHTS."
>Jósef activated his helmet's voice amplification system, knowing well about the effects of the flashbang on human's hearing.
"RINGING WILL STOP AFTER A MINUTE OR TWO."
>He added in a nicer tone once he noticed the guy being civilian.
| > The newly-arrived man followed Josef's instructions. The look in his face spells out confusion and fear.
"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I WAS WAITING FOR A FRIEND HERE."
> He points to his phone, gesturing Josef to check it. Assuming it's well after being dropped from a full-standing height.
| >Jósef quickly checked the man for weapons, and lowered his rifle. Then he reached into his backpack for a chocolate bar from his ration.
"FOR COLA, RIGHT?"
| "R-RIGHT, COLA. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET HERE TO SEE THAT FUCKING THING THERE."
> The man was empty apart from the phone and his car keys — and that same man still have his ears ringing, forcing him to basically shout his sentences.
| >Jósef put the chocolate bar into the man's hand.
"SORRY CHAP, I'M AFRAID YOU WERE A BIT TOO LATE. EAT THIS CHOCOLATE, IT WILL HELP YOU CONCENTRATE UNTIL FLASHBANG'S EFFECT PASSES."
| > He grabs the chocolate, and with fear of being shot at, he immediately follows Josef's 'command' and ate the bar in several quick bites.
"TOO LATE? THE FUCK? IT WAS ONLY TEN MINUTES SINCE THE DUDE SENT THE MESSAGE."
> Finishing the chocolate bar's in a last bite, he continues.
"I WAS HERE THIS WHOLE TIME. I COULDN'T BE LATE."
| "WELL, THEN YOU ARE EARLY, AS I AM MORE THAN SURE IT TOOK US HALF AN HOUR TO FLY HERE FROM THE EMBASSY."
>Jósef said in a flat voice, which the helmet's speakers failed to deliver.
"I WILL EXPLAIN MORE WHEN YOU GET BACK IN SHAPE, JUST REST A BIT."
| > And thus, the not-flat-voice only helped to scare the man's remaining courage.
"S-SHIT MAN, OKAY, OKAY."
> In a dazzled state, he picks up his phone. The screen was halfway shattered, but otherwise usable.
"Fucking hell."
> He muttered to himself.
| > As if reflected by the phone's screen, the man looks upwards in panic.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT MAN!"
> His feet struggles to have a balance, he fell immediately afterwards.
> He wasn't in panic for no reason either. On the sky, a black dot can be seen — a hovercraft shape can be surely seen even from a naked eye perspective alone.
> The hovercraft seems to be falling in a straight 90° angle, pointing down to the ground and its tail pointing up to the sky.
| >Jósef simply stared as the hovercraft approached the ground. Familiar pain in the chest rose up, but this time it were not his damaged lungs that hurt. Despite being fairly young, Jósef thought of his life as of something that has already ended, disposable. But the rest were young, younger than him at least. He felt like a father who sees his own children being lowered into the ground.
"LOOKS LIKE BOTH PILOTS ARE UNCONSCIOUS OR DEAD. IN THAT CASE NAVIGATION AI SHOULD TAKE OVER."
| > A voice echoes, sounding off only to Josef and not the man — it was the voice he had heard in the dome before he was transported back here.
"Never fret."
> Before the hovercraft could land and strike the ground below, it miraculously lifted itself up — was it the navigation AI?
"Never fear."
> The hovercraft then landed on the building it was before — before all of this had happened.
"Never forget."
> The voice finishes its word.
| > A snap of fingers can be heard again, but the man, still in panic doesn't seem to hear it at all.
> With that, the hill reversed its path, going back to whence it was — to the sizeable gaping hole on the ground.
"THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!"
> Maybe it was due to shock, maybe it was due to being unable to react; only after all of that happened was the man able to say a word or two.
| >Colonel broke from the spot, and run towards the building, slightly blurring out as the air flew around him. The wall grew in front of him. Another obstacle. He took off his combat knives and threw one of them into the wall, and then jumped. As he landed his right leg on the knife's handle it immediately broke under his weight, but it gave him enough time to stab the second knife into the wall, and throw himself upwards, pulling up on the roof's edge.
| >As he pulled himself up, he rolled over and kept running, now towards the hovercraft. He turned both squad's life beacon locator and radio at the same time.
/Hawk 1-2, sitrep, now! Daniel, Joe, come in!/
>He barked desperately as he was going through the team's life beacon status display with his eyes.
| > There they were: alive and well. Unconscious, but breathing and still alive.
> The hovercraft itself is unchanged since the last time anyone sees it — nothing had been repaired or fixed. It's safe to assume that the hovercraft, and to an extent, the people inside it, was untouched of any harm.
| >Colonel took a deep breath in and then broke into a heavy fit of coughing. Each time air left his mouth, his whole body would convulse, with the first cough immediately throwing him down on his knees. This continued for a couple minutes.
>Jósef kept his condition to himself the whole operation. Everyone knew about it, but to give in to pain in the field might have costed lives. Only now, with his team out of danger, he allowed himself to show some weakness.
| >Once he came back to his senses, he turned around and approached the rooftop's edge. Jósef looked down on the man he just met.
"How many people can your car fit at once, son?"
>He asked in a nicest tone he could manage, still shivering.
| >Once he came back to his senses, he turned around and approached the rooftop's edge. Jósef looked down on the man he just met.
"How many people can your car fit at once, son?"
>He asked in a nicest tone he could manage, still shivering.
| (goddamnit, connection acting up)
| "Four. I can do four. But shit man, this ringing ain't going anywhere. If you wantta', you drive."
> He answered, scratching his ears in a mix of pain and confusion.
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| >Jósef looked around the rooftop, searching for a less extreme way down. It was no problem for him or anyone else of the team to jump off, but it was not an option to move unconscious team members down.
"Well, it should go away in a ten, fifteen minutes. Wait there for a bit, I'll introduce you to Cola."
>He said, as he went inside the hovercraft's pilot cockpit to carry Jamie's body out.
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> The fact that the building is titled makes its squarish rooftop less of a challenge to send people down, but it was dangerous nonetheless.
"S-shit, man."
> The man mumbled to himself, his balance is still off, making him stumble every now and then.
"Man, I'll get to you in a sec!"
> Knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to climb the building himself, he rushes to enter the building and finds a stairway leading up to the rooftop.
| >Colonel carefully dragged sergeant's body from the cockpit down into the cargo, where he could easily lift the body up on his shoulder. Slowly, he did just that, and walked back to the rooftop. Jamie's body was surprisingly light, despite the equipment and clothing he had on. His blond long hair almost touched the floor, as Jósef carried him out.
>"Last time I take Jamie on a field mission." Colonel thought to himself.
| "Shit man, are they okay or what?"
> The man looks confusedly at the unconscious soldiers, not having a single appropriate word to react to it.
"The fuck did you guys do anyway? That shit was supposed to be flying and stuff, but for some reason it's sitting on the ground again?!"
> He points to the hill, whose position was in a still ground — not at all floating or flying like the man had expected.
| (Crap, I forgot the earlier part. Just pretend I wrote something along the line of "The man reaches the rooftops through the stairways")
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| "We went for a nice little walk and everything else is classified."
>Jósef answered in a flat tone that helmet's speakers yet again failed to copy.
"Now this can wait, help me get them in the car before orbital bombardment glasses this whole area. This is Cola I'm holding, in the cockpit are Daniel and Joe, and the names of the rest you don't have clearance to know. Nice to meet you, now will you be so kind to help me or not?"
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"You people and your damn gov classifications."
> The man proceeds to check the rest of the people, seeing their state in short notice.
"Let me at them, I think I can carry them into my car. How 'bout you go down there and start the car yourself? The stupid AutoNav broke like hell, so you need to know the damn roads and shit to be able to reach wherever you guys are going."
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| "Getting to the city would be enough, we can then get a pick up from the rest of our forces. I don't want to call a flier here. You saw what happened to this one."
>Colonel changed his grip on Jamie's body and headed towards the rooftop exit.
"Get to the pilots first, soldiers can take care for themselves if needed."
| > The man mutters out several words under his breath, but they are silent; he follows the order and started carrying the pilots to a lower ground — or more precisely, near his car.
> It hadn't took him long until he evacuated about the remaining members inside the hovercraft.
"Thank god I don't feel any of the stupid ringing again."
> He said whispers to himself.
"Hey man, whatever shit is happening later, at least promise me you guys are going to nuke this whole shit down."
| "We have a ship maneuvering to begin orbital borbardment as we speak. Which is why I want to get out of here asap, and you probably should have the same desire."
>Jósef entered the hovercraft, activated self-destruct sequence from the cockpit, and exited it again.
"It will fire whether we stay here or not."
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| "Well fuck that then, here."
> He throws the car's key in the direction of where Josef is standing.
"Better get going, unless you want me to know how much of that orbital shit I can handle."
| >Colonel caught the keys and walked towards and into the car, starting it up. He waited for the other man to get in.
| > He enters into the passenger seat, still grumblibg about something along the line of being unlucky.
"Listen, man, I don't know what the fuck happened nor do I do what shit you guys did for your 'little walk' and shit."
> He closes the door, gesturing the Colonel to start the car.
"But I ain't ignoring any of these shit I saw meself. Not when my two eyes are here."
| >Jósef started the car, and pulled away from the building.
"It probably won't matter because everything you saw will turn into a nice little field of glass 15 kilo in diameter in just a couple hours."
>He activated the navigation assistance systems inside his helmet to pick up a road to the city, then followed it.
"Long story short, it floated when we appeared, and we made it stop."
>He did not mention having zero idea exactly how was the mountain brought down.
| > The man looks to the hill once more, it has been put still into its place.
"Fuck that. As long as that shit ain't heading to GC and start nuking everything, I'm fine with whatever you guys do."
> The man opens his pocket, revealing cigarettes inside.
"You in for a smoke?"
| >Jósef chuckled underneath his helmet.
"I need two hand to take off my helmet. I'm driving. Do you *really* want me to take that cigarette?"
>Colonel answered sarcastically.
"And thank you, but I'm not smoking. Bad for your lungs, you know."
| > The man slowly puts back the cigarettes inside, only pulling one out, along with a lighter.
"I thought you have those fancy-ass helmet that can smoke and navigate at the same time."
> The man replied to the sarcastic remark as he lights the cigarette for himself.
"This be bad for my lungs, but boy, Glitch City already gave in worse things anyway."
> With the cigarette in one hand, the man then gets his phone out of his pocket as well.
"Shit's scratched nicely."
| "Our equipment can do a lot for us, but smoking is not considered a necessity for an operative."
>Jósef replied, as he took a sharp corner at full speed. The car drifted, tires screeched, but they went in clean and proceeded nicely.
"You can fill in an official complainment at the embassy. It's not like compensation will be from my paycheck, so you can also add a physiological and moral damage there as well."
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| "Yeah, I'm not going through all that shit."
> He turns on the phone, browsing danger/u/ once it has connected to the net.
"The name's Jay, by the way. Figured I oughta introduce myself anyway."
> His attention diverts less from the phone, he seems to be browsing through a lot of threads connected to killings and happenings of Glitch City.
"We have killings, space killings, floating mountains, cyber zombies.. how much more can this shithole handle?"
| >Car shots through the crossroad on a red light, squeezing between a couple other vehicles.
"Glad to meet you, Jay, though I'd prefer it to happen at better circumstances."
>JóKey replied casually, as he was fighting their way through the road traffic.
"Probably a lot more. Ever listened to the history lessons in school? Remember Stalingrad, Drezden, London during the second world war? A city can take way more beating than just bunch of zombies and a stupid mountain in the sky."
| "Suppose you're correct on that. After all, GC has been nothing but a burning shithole."
> The man tightens his position, the inertia pushing him around through the ride.
"So, say that there's more of these floating mountain, wouldya' nuke the living shit out of it as well? I mean, I ain't having any idea with how many of those things this city have."
| >Jósef shrugged.
"Thing like this are decided on the case by case basis. First a scouting team gets send in, to see what is going on. If scouting team finds out they can deal with whatever it is that is going on, they just, uhh, deal with it. Depending on the scout team's report, or lack of it, we decide to send in strike force or to nuke it from orbit. So, poor sobs like us will get sent in first anyway."
| "Heh. Being a mil's scout sounds like a death plan sometimes, but then again, being in mil *is* a death plan."
> His attention is still focused solely to the phone, he seems to be typing in a few messages before going back to the conversation.
"So, how did you get here? Being in army and stuff. I'm a stuck-up fast food cooking-bot maintenance dude, but I have always been interested in mil and shit."
| >Car started losing its temp, as the road became more crumpled with traffic.
"My family immigrated to UK just before the Great Earthshake. So, they started off on a new place in a rather shitty time period. I grew up with almost no friends, having troubles adjusting in a new, damaged country. Eventually I took paramedic courses, but our family couldn't cover the expenses."
>He sighed.
"Thats when military, looking for quailified recruits, offered me a battlefield medic position."
| "Rough story you've had there, but going from one shithole to another must have been a norm for you."
> As the car slows down due to the traffic, almost forming a traffic jam.
"How about them? Are they your subordinate or stuff like that?"
> The man indirectly points to the unconscious people with his head.
| >Colonel nodded, looking for gaps in the traffic jam.
"Armored guys, yes. When the main bulk of our forces left the city, I suddenly was left with the highest rank in the city. I am, unofficially, retired, but they left a lieutenant with very little experiense to run the whole leftover force, so I just couldn't leave the guy alone. And Cola is a friend of mine. This was supposed to be a chill walk outside, so I tagged along with him and brought the rest of the team just in case."
| >"Glad I did." He mumbled to himself.
| "What a shit traffic."
> He mumbles to himself, looking at the whole traffic which has come to a halt, only moving inches by inches each time it moves.
"I expected this to be a chill walk as well. Well, at least before the whole mountain collapses and goes back sitting."
> The traffic seems to move a bit faster and freely now, with no apparent cause to what caused it in the first place.
| "And it's better this way."
>Jósef sped up, steadily closing in to the city limits.
| "Not that I disagree. I half-joked in the thread that we should bomb that shit away. I didn't know we're actually doing that."
> The road is busy with traffic, but considering that it is moving at a normal pace, no jams had occurred.
"Man, I'm still curious as fuck to what actually happened with you guys. Sounds like you all had a bad time and decided that those area can be burnt to hell anyhow."
| >Colonel shrugged.
"I've had worse. Everyone alive even, thats a nice change of pace. Most times I've been deployed we brought at least one body home."
>He took a brief look in the rear view mirror, to check on his team.
"And all of the operation details are classified. We usually de-classify field missions in a period of five years, so you can set yourself a reminder."
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| "Duly noted. What, should I look for the operation titled 'Nuking Randomly Flying Mountain' later?"
> Jay half-heartedly joked, chuckling at the end of his sentence.
"I can guess shit about the mountain, but nothing else apart from that. You guys make me curious, but I feel that this ain't the right fucking time to have curiosity."
> He then looks at the unconscious soldiers once more.
"Considering some of you guys were dying."
| "I appreciate it."
>The car, now completely within the city limits, pulled over to the empty bus stop, and went silent. Jósef stepped outside and opened the passenger door to get to his teammates.
"Really just look up the date and look for operations within Glitch City limits. We only use cheesy names for large-scale ops."
>He said, getting Cola on his hands first.
"Help me carry them to the stop."
| "Heh."
> He chuckled in response, following Josef to carry his unconscious teammates.
"You sure this is the place you want? You wanna, like, ride the bus home or something?"
| "There is just enough place for a bird to land on, so I will call another one from the base."
>Jósef shrugged, putting the last one of the soldiers near the bench.
"Jay, was it? Thanks for your help so far."
>Colonel offered a handshake.
"Sorry for the gloves, can't really take them off without taking off the rest of the armor."
| > Jay accepted the handshake, returning a smile afterwards.
"It's okay, man. Good luck and don't die. City has been exploding left and right recently."
> He releases his grip from the handshake, continuing his words after.
"I'll see you all later in the boards then. Imma start hunting those flying mountains and see what I can find."
> He enters his car, not in the passenger seat this time, and revs up the car once more.
"Ping me if you guys want free meals after some ops."
| "Sure thing. Sorry for that flashbang, sometimes its the line between being alive idiot and dead smartass. See you around."
>Jósef waved off, and went to his chest radio.
/Tower, this is JoKey, requesting extraction on my location. This is emergency, do you copy./
/JoKey, this is Tower, standby for extraction. ETA 0015, over./
/Roger that, over./
| /Tower, this is JoKey, come in./
/JoKey, this is Tower, what is your situation./
/Tower, orbital bombardment request status, please confirm./
/JoKey, this is Tower, Furious is on standby to fire./
/Tower, relay permission to fire to Furious. Repeat, Furious is clear to fire./
/Roger that, JoKey./
| >Colonel turned back and looked up to the northen sky. He waited for about ten minutes.
>Finally, three shining dots fell down from the clouds. They flew through the air without any sound, and hid behind the buildings. Everything went silent for a second.
| >Ground shook as the northen skies lit up. Enourmous ball of fire grew above the buildings, it's bellowing heard even this far from the strike zone. Blastwave blew air away, hitting against the city buildings, then air flew back in. Titanic fireball kept lighting the skies for about five kinutes, before slowly fading away.
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| > Just north of Glitch City lies an open fielded area. It was a grassland for as long as the eye can see.
> A few abandoned buildings here and there. Several dozens of dead tress and vegetations, but a great number of them are staying alive.
> The main attraction is of course, the floating hill that seems uncaring of anything below it.
> Several kilometers from the hill is a large hole from which the hill originates before being "pulled" into a floating state.