!UHUuLXLjhk 09/09/09(Wed)03:23 No.5785786|
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The entire peninsula that the base is bult upon, beyond the hill that you are currently on - rises.
It rises, and rises, and rises. Dirt falls off to reveal cold, hard metal Miles of it.
A gigantic, circular disc with thousands of tons of hardware and machinery attached.
You recieve a message from Kil'thweq:
"We would rather die at the hands of our own people than die at the hands of the likes of you - but before we shall leave, we shall crush your pathetic forces!"
The dirt falls off, and you can see the ship in all of its mighty glory - horizon-dominating and unstoppable. A stream of pure heat lances out of a turret, splashing over your retreating forces and inflicting casualties, while the synths re-engage the infantry, unable to flee.
78 Artillery Drones
53 Assault Drones
212 Shockwave Infantry
69 Lightning Infantry
What do you do?