Update 0 - Prologue
Battle for Feldine, Day 49
My father told me that we were once the ruler of this world. We build our homes high in the sky, and that we oversaw all things that walked the land below, swam in the sea or flew through the lower atmosphere. We were kings once, or even Gods. Everything was in our hands. Nothing could compromise our place in this world. Though to be honest, I find that story kinda hard to imagine after we look at where we are now, after a relatively short 300 years: Petty soldiers, fighting through day 49 of our struggle to keep the bloody Etrangers from overrunning Feldine. This is all that we are now, folks.
Here we are, hollering ourselves in these trenches that reek of death, aiming and shooting at the endless waves of critters: small creatures made of fangs, claws, muscles, and thick carapace; or as we prefer to call it, little death eaters. They just don’t seem to stop coming for us. I can’t even comprehend how so many critters managed to pour out through single breached gate. We have one, as in ONE, heavily guarded gate, and they managed to break through. Seriously, what have we done to deserve this? Where did we go wrong?
That is the question I ask myself every time I pull the trigger. It helps ward off the drowsiness, I realize. It generates within me, a hatred towards these bloody critters that makes it easier for me to keep going through this endless cycle of fire and blood. Alas, for some of us; most of us, even; that is a question that will never be answered. And it seemed that, in an immediate future, I will be amongst the rank of those who will never find the answer to that question.
For here, in front of me, charging with hungering glee, are a few dozen of the blasted critters. They have managed to slip through our wall of bullets somehow. I see the end. They jump at me with their fangs bared; I don’t even have the luxury to scream. In a few seconds, now, I will be reduced to shreds of red meat. And a pool of blood, maybe, hopefully.
This is it, then. Goodbye.
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“First Lieutenant Gethel, mam!” a loud voice entered the tense commander’s ears through her earphone. “The first line of defense is breached! Junction Alpha is overrun, we no longer have control over the tunnels, and the steel gates won’t hold. We cannot hold the line much longer at this rate!”
“Casualties?” she replied with the calmest tone she could manage.
“The 4th squad has gone completely silent commander. I am afraid they’re all dead,” the voice over the radio replied.
“... I see,” was her reply to it. “Take your men and fall back to second wall, Sergeant Oleg. Leave the dead behind; time is of essence.”
Once she ended the radio transmission, she turned to the group of Anima behind her and begun her speech, “Brave soldiers of Feldine Anima Corps! As you can hear, we are losing on all fronts. The Ets will soon be upon us. And I will not deny it, as someone who does not share your power, I could not help but find fear creeping its way into my heart.”
“But at the same time,” she continued. “I feel that not all hope is lost. You, our greatest weapon of all, are still here with us. I know that this is a monstrous task I am about to give you, especially considering that you yourselves had just returned from another crusade. But please, I beg of you, be our supporting pillar once again.”
“Follow me into the battle one more time, so that our people may escape into safety,” was her last words before a writhing, grotesque, barbed ribbon of flesh pierced her abdomen, coiled around it, and dredged her away from her men, and towards three flying demonic figures covered in dripping blood and countless spikes.
“Flyers!” one of the soldiers cried as to alert the others. “Flyers have breached the perimeter! Save the commander!” the soldiers rallied amongst themselves.
To which the commander replied, “No! Protect the walls!”
Options:
1. Try and save the captain. We cannot afford to lose her.
2. Hurry to the front line. We cannot let it fall. Captain’s order.