The Fall of Vallock: Part 16Onboard CSS Fermi
“Wait here, the commander will be with you shortly.”
“Yes, of course, I guarantee that he will be most…gracious…over what I have to say.”
Pleased on the other hand, now that’s a whole different ballpark.
Sitting rather nonchalantly in a rather luxurious chair, one that was previously used by the now deceased CEO of Horizon, Alan Kharne waited patiently for the Blatnoi commander to arrive. As the chief financial officer, the forty-five year old was well adept at reading as well as predicting the alterations in a multitude of situations; a talent that had served him well over the years. A shame it had to be wasted on such simple minded men however. He thought, sneering over the fact that his fellow associates were off cowering in a corner in some other room. Of course, it didn’t really matter in the long run; they would all soon be dead in the upcoming weeks if things went according to plan.
The Fall of Vallock: Part 15“Alright, let’s get down to business.”
As the last ranking member entered the impromptu meeting room, a small office that had been left relatively undamaged from prior fighting, Captain Del Rio began his briefing with his fellow officers and senior NCO’s of the mixed Amerian and Elysian force. Not wasting any time, the firm captain quickly went about the current situation as well as what high command expected them to accomplish, despite the prior incident that had occurred which killed off several key players of the operation. They’re not going to like this either, he thought, calmly looking at the worn-out faces of those that currently accompanied him.
“As you all know, this space elevator is the only accessible route that the Home Guard currently has in regards to getting to the CSS Fermi and occupants inside. Overlord has specifically requested the successful completion of this mission, due to the fact that s
The Fall of Vallock: Part 14“No no, behind that billboard.”
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I see them!”
“Five more; coming from the right!”
Firing a GRM-260 in short bursts; Specialist James Kim was doing his best not to panic about the approaching horde of creatures. Ever since the ORCA drop ship crashed, things have steadily gotten worse and worse for the Elysian drop troopers that were holed up in the space elevator site. The enemy attacking their position was like a tide, hundreds of creatures swarming through the lot, all hell-bent on annihilating those that would dare to enter their territory. To the twenty-three year old drop trooper, the siege by the surprisingly agile nosalises and their devil-bat friends seemed to last for hours; uncompromising wave after wave charged heedlessly into the incoming fire. It was almost ironic to think that earlier in the night, it was the Elysian’s and their fellow Amerian counterparts attacking the very same buildings