March of War

  With the roars of the drums we march, at the roars of our

  beats we hunt when the final beat thumbs we charge for blood.

  With a decision made we are the leok tribe are destined

  towards the scouts of Meghan towards the west, with every drum beat we march

  onwards to bring a proclamation upon them for trespassing through our domain

  unwelcomed.

  Being part of the wandering kingdom of Dionacris the

  rightful rulers of leis we are bound to uphold the challenge of war to any and

  all creatures tell they bow before us or buried beneath us.

  Through ages of conflict we

  have held our position in power out gunning every other kingdom, but being

  unable to conquer them due to their petty alliances.

  So to drive the nail in effort to incite a war we will

  slaughter every single Meghan parasite that plagues our world.

  With our march of war’s end fast approaching the blood of

  our fallen will be smeared upon us before the slaughters calling.

  Our bodies begin to quake and tremble not out of fear but

  anticipation as our first glimpse of scouts signal the charge. Who needs orders

  when thousands of maniacs mow through the grounds like a tsunami of chaos and

  death.

  With every moment being their last they scream and plead

  beneath our feet drowning in their own blood begging for mercy.

  As the tides move we scour

  every inch of the border killing all parasites in our wake making our way

  through the forest we come upon the last remaining division.

  Pov Berkel:

  After capturing the Anarak and transporting it safely

  into a hibernation chamber that is located within our command tent, we begin to

  gather the last remaining gear. As everyone starts working on the tasks at hand

  I head on over to the communication tent to see if our com specialist was able

  to reach any other division to inform them of our capture and plans to head

  back to the capitol.

  With my entrance I am suddenly halted where I stand, as I

  stare at our com spec yelling into the radio fear starts to sink in, why easily

  the only explanation for the coms to be down and no one responding is that they

  have all been killed.

  Unlike the coms we had a couple years back the improved

  version links every single unit into the divisions channel that is shot into

  the atmosphere linking itself to the natural mana waves in the surroundings. So

  as long as one remained the signal should be able to be picked up however as of

  this moment not one is being detected.

  With the realization that something or someone is hunting

  down our allies the fear begins to grow and slight panic starts to be noticed,

  after informing the captain the decision to change our determined route to the

  capitol from the way we came originally to instead transverse the northern

  mountains away from any known civilization.

  The importance of our survival and return has been set to

  the utmost importance to report the news and the attack to the king to decide

  on if we are under attack and to retaliate or pass the blame over to monsters

  of the forest.

  With decisions made we begin to pack post haste and

  within moments a slight disturbance is picked up on our area scanners reporting

  13 hostiles moving in formation to our location.

  No time to strategize every one gears up while I proceed

  to equip my power suit and switching from the A.R.K to the tactical assault

  rifle.

  With preparation the best they can be we prepare for our

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  first confrontation with trained enemies.

  As the second upon contact countdown we patiently breath

  waiting for them to break through the foliage or give their exact location away

  where we will then proceed to take them out a quickly as possible then

  evacuating north towards the mountains.

  With the sensors going haywire signifying that they are

  mere yards away every one line up their sights preparing to tag and bag any

  bogies that pass into the clearing. We wait with bated breaths.

  In moments gunshots begin to

  go off as the targets begin a mad charge towards our location strapped to them

  is pounds of explosive cores. Without delay we begin to shred into them in

  attempt to drop them before they clear the safe zone detonating and causing

  multipole casualties on our side.

  Bogies dropping down left and right then exploding began

  to set worry in our minds that if the enemy can sacrifice a dozen men then they

  surely brought more and now with the explosions going off then our location has

  been compromised and we don’t have much time to bail out if we don’t leave now.

  As the understanding washed through everyone in the

  division our captain proceeds to give the order to retreat while I and two

  blaster remain to give cover fire before we ourselves bail the hell on out.

  With a plan set a majority of them retreat while giving

  suppression fire on the move helping relive some pressure on us who remained.

  Within minutes they were able to escape far enough to get out of harms range so

  we proceed to retreat under heavy enemy fire.

  Almost entering the tree line that would have given us

  enough cover to go into a full on sprint a sound of drums begins to hammer into

  our ears, causing us to momentarily halt and turn around to see multiple

  platoons coming straight for us on RhyKons, Not knowing originally who we were

  dealing with but now we have no doubts it’s Dionacris the kingdom of warlords

  and marauders the only crazy enough fucks to domesticate RhyKons an underground

  monstrosity that upon entering sunlight becomes hardened like steel and

  entering a berserk state bulldozing everything in its path.

  As the realization hit us re

  turned around and used everything we had to further increase our speed of

  retreat one thing we are not prepared for nor equipped for is taking on

  multiple platoons of Dionakrins.

  Not wasting time to look behind us we begin covering

  ground at new found speeds as the forest begins to spread apart more we know

  were approaching the northern tip where it connects with the Altki Mountain

  range witch will be our escape route and only hope of survival.

  As soon as we enter the split off we notice the rest of

  our division traveling on the mountain ridge heading east quickly, with no time

  to spare we begin to scale the rocky cliffs and walls not giving a damn about

  safety currently. With more energy use were able to propel ourselves upwards

  and meeting up with the rest of everyone informing them of who is after us and

  the urgency to escape.

  With everything calming down to some extent I remember

  the Anarak that was still in the commanders tent with extreme fear and concern

  I run to the front to meet up with my commander to see if he was able to

  retrieve him before the fight broke out or during their retreat, praying for

  the safe retrieval I approach my captain asking if they were able to retrieve

  the command tent and the hibernation chamber.

  As my question left my moth everyone’s eyes immediately

  dropped and the captain remained a firm gaze before saying….(Cliffhanger)

  (Sorry it’s a lot shorter

  than most of my chapters but this is mostly meant as a transitional chapter for

  what will happen in the story)