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Download she's missing lyrics. [ first] [ prev] [ next] It was the fight one side thought they wanted and the fight the other side didn't want to fight. To one side, victory was inevitable, simple mathematics. To the other, victory was always in doubt as fate often snatched defeat from the award show of victory and passed it out to all the participants. One was used to winning eventually, they knew nothing else. The other side knew victory and defeat, had clawed their way to every victory, building on the mountains of bones and corpses of the previous battles to plant the flag and take one last deep inhale of the breath that counts the most and scream rage at an insane universe. The other one just left the bones and bodies where they fell, the dead did not matter. Both sides were terrible in their power. Countless systems had fallen to both side's power, efficiency, ruthlessness, and designs. They had boiled oceans, stripped entire worlds of life, decimated species, altered ecosystems, and strip mined anything that was useful to them. While both had been defeated, neither side had ever been beaten. One side was convinced they never could be, the other side fought like the insane to keep from being beaten. But like all wars, between the combatants and their weaponry and bloodshed, there were those who only wanted to keep their heads down and survive another day. Vuxten had been one of those people. A small being, Vuxten was barely four feet tall, with wide ears on the top of his head, big expressive eyes, sleek fur in a dappled pattern of brown, black, and gold, paws on his feet and hands, a wide mouth of plant chewing teeth, and a life of quiet desperation. He had a wife, who looked very much the same except for her short tail that wagged when she was nervous or excited. He had two broodcarriers, loving and gentle creatures who looked much like Vuxten except for a longer body, longer and silkier and softer fur, long soft bushy tails that could curl completely under their stomachs to protect the podlings they gave birth to. Vuxten and his wife had worked his entire life to pay off the debts of their ancestors. Had worked hard to support their little family. Had never complained, not even privately, about their lot in life that they had been born into. He and his family had avoided unnecessary luxuries, like a Tri-D instead of a vidcom, wore paper shoes and clothing rather than purchase cloth, ate nutripaste with as little flavoring as possible, and made each credit go as far as they could stretch it. Theirs was the life of cradling close the luxury and pleasure of finding a real leaf blown from a ruler's garden and into the street. A small life, with sweetness to be found if one took the time to savor it and not gobble it down. He had been quietly, desperately nearly content. Then the Terrans had arrived. And Vuxten found himself thrust into something far bigger than himself, bigger than his family, bigger than his entire world had been. Which is why he found himself clad in body armor, holding onto his rifle with one hand, and standing next to a TerraSol Descent Human and staring at a street full of what had been living thinking creatures but was now covered in chunky paste and vaporized tissue, surrounded by a paws worth the coworkers and a few humans. Ustor got her faceplate open as he bent forward and vomited up the nutripaste she'd eaten at dinner. "Lieutenant, we've got a blue on green and a blue on pink, " Sergeant suddenly said, Vuxten hearing him perfectly in his helmet, seeing Sergeant Ulganga's name appearing on Vuxten's visor. "Secure the area, protect the civilians, evacuate those you can. Be aware, enemy forces are in the area and/or enroute. Green forces have gone red in many areas. Refugee area coordinates incoming, " Lieutenant Bent Spoon's voice came through helmet. "Roger that, sir. I'll keep you updated, " Sergeant answered. Ustor wiped his mouth and straightened up. "Chew a piece of gum, Ustor, " Corporal Laker said. Ustor nodded as her face-shield closed again. She chinned the dispenser and the pink disc popped out. Ustor used her tongue to pull it into her mouth and started chewing. "All right, soldiers, our troopers here aren't used to the total silence that we've been trained to. Leave you commo-open on Sigma band so they can hear us talk, " Sergeant said. "Troopers, pop a piece of gum and chew it if you have not. Vuxten looked at each of this fellow 'troopers', their names popping up near their armor when he looked them for long. Staring at the human Sergeant was Dutra, a Frestilek male who, like Vuxten, had ran a floor polisher for years. His rifle was hanging down from the magnetic attached sling, his face horrified, his eyes wide. The Frestilek was a biped with four arms and two legs, thick dark pebbled hide, and a small line of blunt spikes down his back. His people came from a world far away. He was still working off his great grand-parents transportation costs. Keekikee, an Ikeeki avian who's eggs had left on an armored transport, something heavily armed and jet black called a 'dropship', who's husband had only time to brush Keekikee's wingtips as she'd left the dropship. Her helmet was extended out to allow for her beak. She was chewing the 'gum' and staring at the window that the human Laker had thrown an Overseer through. Across the street and thirty feet up. Sleesavash was a saurian, a lizard people. Like the rest of his race, his tail had been amputated at birth. Like Dutra, he was paying off his ancestor's transportation cost from another world. His black eyes were wide as he started at the dead Overseers, as if he couldn't believe that they had actually been killed. Ustor was a Telkan, like Vuxten. She was married, her broodcarriers swollen with podlings that were nearly ready to be birthed. She was grim looking, holding onto her rifle, pretending that she had not vomited. Vuxten looked at the humans. Three of them were larger, bulkier, than the fourth. Vuxten knew the leader was labeled "SFC Ulganga" but Vuxten and all the others called him 'Sergeant', by his title. The other three were labeled when they spoke or if Vuxten looked at them long enough. They were humans from someplace called the "Terran Confederacy" who had come to try to protect the solar system from the machines that even now attacked. Ancient war machines who believed that the universe's resources were finite and only one could benefit from them and so sought to eliminate any rivals. Vuxten didn't know that much about humans. Only that they were tremendously strong, incredibly fast, and now he knew that being shot in the forehead with a heavy ion pistol didn't even move their armored heads. "All right, everyone breathe. I'm going to try to get a handle on this greased chicken fuck, " Sergeant said. "Keep your eyes peeled, " the human Mixin said. Vuxten's armor had an omnitranslator that struggled with what Mixin had said for a moment before displaying "keep a highly alert watch/do not peel away parts of eyes" in the corner. "Up high, two-o-clock, " the human Donovan said. Vuxten's armor put a flashing arrow for him to follow with his gaze. A huge burning disk was in the sky, drifting away from the city, out toward the ocean. As Vuxten watched, lights came down from the sky, striking it repeatedly, silently. It broke into multiple pieces and more lights came out of the sky, striking the parts. BALOR CLASS PRECURSOR RESOURCE EXTRACTION VESSEL appeared on the inside of the Vuxten's face-shield. There was a low rumble of explosions that washed over the small group in the Lanaktallan Overseer security truck. It was explosion after explosion, overlapping and following each other, coming from miles away, shaking the air. "Space Force and the Navy are tearing shit up, " the human Laker said, his voice soft. "Those are battleship main battery strikes. Never seen them used to hit a target in atmosphere. " Vuxten looked over at Mixin when that human spoke: "I have. Actikal-Deneb War. " "You seen it before, Sergeant? " Donovan asked. "Yeah. Limbo-325, when I was a kid, " Sergeant said. "Oh, " all three said. "Enough jaw jacking, we need to get moving. The El-Tee gave me our orders, " Sergeant said. He climbing around and into the front seat. "There's a nearby hospital, full maternity ward. Podlings, egg incubators, broodcarriers, whole nine yards. " The hovertruck lifted off, its fans blowing water all over the street. Vuxten noted that the liquid that hit the front of the armored shelter access was a reddish slurry. 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The laser cannon barrage had cleared the immediate area around the shelter, but within two blocks the crowds started surging. Vuxten saw limousines and other vehicles slamming through the crowds, crushing bodies. One struck the side of the hovertruck and Mixin drew his pistol, put two shots into the windshield macroplast, blowing it into splinters, and the limousine slewed to the side, the upper half of the driver missing.
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He had two broodcarriers, loving and gentle creatures who looked much like Vuxten except for a longer body, longer and silkier and softer fur, long soft bushy tails that could curl completely under their stomachs to protect the podlings they gave birth to. Vuxten and his wife had worked his entire life to pay off the debts of their ancestors. Had worked hard to support their little family. Had never complained, not even privately, about their lot in life that they had been born into. He and his family had avoided unnecessary luxuries, like a Tri-D instead of a vidcom, wore paper shoes and clothing rather than purchase cloth, ate nutripaste with as little flavoring as possible, and made each credit go as far as they could stretch it. Theirs was the life of cradling close the luxury and pleasure of finding a real leaf blown from a ruler's garden and into the street. A small life, with sweetness to be found if one took the time to savor it and not gobble it down. He had been quietly, desperately nearly content. Then the Terrans had arrived. And Vuxten found himself thrust into something far bigger than himself, bigger than his family, bigger than his entire world had been. Which is why he found himself clad in body armor, holding onto his rifle with one hand, and standing next to a TerraSol Descent Human and staring at a street full of what had been living thinking creatures but was now covered in chunky paste and vaporized tissue, surrounded by a paws worth the coworkers and a few humans. Ustor got her faceplate open as he bent forward and vomited up the nutripaste she'd eaten at dinner. "Lieutenant, we've got a blue on green and a blue on pink, " Sergeant suddenly said, Vuxten hearing him perfectly in his helmet, seeing Sergeant Ulganga's name appearing on Vuxten's visor. "Secure the area, protect the civilians, evacuate those you can. Be aware, enemy forces are in the area and/or enroute. Green forces have gone red in many areas. Refugee area coordinates incoming, " Lieutenant Bent Spoon's voice came through helmet. "Roger that, sir. I'll keep you updated, " Sergeant answered. Ustor wiped his mouth and straightened up. "Chew a piece of gum, Ustor, " Corporal Laker said. Ustor nodded as her face-shield closed again. She chinned the dispenser and the pink disc popped out. Ustor used her tongue to pull it into her mouth and started chewing. "All right, soldiers, our troopers here aren't used to the total silence that we've been trained to. Leave you commo-open on Sigma band so they can hear us talk, " Sergeant said. "Troopers, pop a piece of gum and chew it if you have not. Vuxten looked at each of this fellow 'troopers', their names popping up near their armor when he looked them for long. Staring at the human Sergeant was Dutra, a Frestilek male who, like Vuxten, had ran a floor polisher for years. His rifle was hanging down from the magnetic attached sling, his face horrified, his eyes wide. The Frestilek was a biped with four arms and two legs, thick dark pebbled hide, and a small line of blunt spikes down his back. His people came from a world far away. He was still working off his great grand-parents transportation costs. Keekikee, an Ikeeki avian who's eggs had left on an armored transport, something heavily armed and jet black called a 'dropship', who's husband had only time to brush Keekikee's wingtips as she'd left the dropship. Her helmet was extended out to allow for her beak. She was chewing the 'gum' and staring at the window that the human Laker had thrown an Overseer through. Across the street and thirty feet up. Sleesavash was a saurian, a lizard people. Like the rest of his race, his tail had been amputated at birth. Like Dutra, he was paying off his ancestor's transportation cost from another world. His black eyes were wide as he started at the dead Overseers, as if he couldn't believe that they had actually been killed. Ustor was a Telkan, like Vuxten. She was married, her broodcarriers swollen with podlings that were nearly ready to be birthed. She was grim looking, holding onto her rifle, pretending that she had not vomited. Vuxten looked at the humans. Three of them were larger, bulkier, than the fourth. Vuxten knew the leader was labeled "SFC Ulganga" but Vuxten and all the others called him 'Sergeant', by his title. The other three were labeled when they spoke or if Vuxten looked at them long enough. They were humans from someplace called the "Terran Confederacy" who had come to try to protect the solar system from the machines that even now attacked. Ancient war machines who believed that the universe's resources were finite and only one could benefit from them and so sought to eliminate any rivals. Vuxten didn't know that much about humans. Only that they were tremendously strong, incredibly fast, and now he knew that being shot in the forehead with a heavy ion pistol didn't even move their armored heads. "All right, everyone breathe. I'm going to try to get a handle on this greased chicken fuck, " Sergeant said. "Keep your eyes peeled, " the human Mixin said. Vuxten's armor had an omnitranslator that struggled with what Mixin had said for a moment before displaying "keep a highly alert watch/do not peel away parts of eyes" in the corner. "Up high, two-o-clock, " the human Donovan said. Vuxten's armor put a flashing arrow for him to follow with his gaze. A huge burning disk was in the sky, drifting away from the city, out toward the ocean. As Vuxten watched, lights came down from the sky, striking it repeatedly, silently. It broke into multiple pieces and more lights came out of the sky, striking the parts. BALOR CLASS PRECURSOR RESOURCE EXTRACTION VESSEL appeared on the inside of the Vuxten's face-shield. There was a low rumble of explosions that washed over the small group in the Lanaktallan Overseer security truck. It was explosion after explosion, overlapping and following each other, coming from miles away, shaking the air. "Space Force and the Navy are tearing shit up, " the human Laker said, his voice soft. "Those are battleship main battery strikes. Never seen them used to hit a target in atmosphere. " Vuxten looked over at Mixin when that human spoke: "I have. Actikal-Deneb War. " "You seen it before, Sergeant? " Donovan asked. "Yeah. Limbo-325, when I was a kid, " Sergeant said. "Oh, " all three said. "Enough jaw jacking, we need to get moving. The El-Tee gave me our orders, " Sergeant said. He climbing around and into the front seat. "There's a nearby hospital, full maternity ward. Podlings, egg incubators, broodcarriers, whole nine yards. " The hovertruck lifted off, its fans blowing water all over the street. Vuxten noted that the liquid that hit the front of the armored shelter access was a reddish slurry. "Sergeant, hold up, " Mixin said, slapping his armored hand against the top of the driver's cab. The truck stopped and Mixin jumped out. "You guys help me, these barriers might come in handy. " "You have five mikes, " Sergeant said. Vuxten's visor translated it to five minutes. Vuxten jumped out, rushing, helping turn off the repulsor fields and loading them into the truck next to the laser cannon, which sagged forward from where it had been damaged. The rifle just magnetically attached to the back of Vuxten's armor, keeping it out of the way as he hurried and worked. They didn't have them all, but they had a lot of them, when Sergeant called time and they rushed back to the vehicle. Vuxten had noticed that while it was an effort for him to carry one the humans had Keekikee and Sleesavash load them ten high in their armored arms and practically ran back to the vehicle. As soon as everyone was in, Sergeant goosed the fans and the truck wailed as the fans drove it down the city streets. The laser cannon barrage had cleared the immediate area around the shelter, but within two blocks the crowds started surging. Vuxten saw limousines and other vehicles slamming through the crowds, crushing bodies. One struck the side of the hovertruck and Mixin drew his pistol, put two shots into the windshield macroplast, blowing it into splinters, and the limousine slewed to the side, the upper half of the driver missing.
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Something about a fight against a Precursor machine. The station manager wasn't sure what the big deal was since everyone knew that beyond the Long Dark there was a bunch of settled system under Precursor attack, but apparently everyone in the Confederate Intelligence branches wanted to talk to the big cyborg. To be honest, the station's security breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg turned around and jumped into the transit tube, moving through zero-G easily, back to his ship, the big old Fidoframe following him. -------------------------------- The use of the Sydney Starship Docks by anything other than a high-volume cargo transit ship was rare. The fact that an Adaptus Cruiser wanted to land in the sea dock was not a rarity, it was a flat out unique situation. When the controller added in the fact that TerraSol Intelligence Services had slapped away any attempt to stop the ship from landing it went from unique to downright bizarre. The ship was heavily damaged, although it had flat gray durasteel patches and seals slapped all over the massive hull. The twin rotating six barrel C+ cannon arrays and the massive plasma wave phased motion gun were covered, the missile bays sealed, and strangely enough, when the ship settled into the water of the bay, it looked like a massive wet-navy ship riding low in the water. The dock controller, Treana'ad by the name of Harvey Kikakakik Jones, watched as the safety engineers inspected the vessel to make sure control interlocks were offline and physically air-gapped on the weapon systems. There was some difficulty as there was no crew spaces aboard the ship, but the engineers were satisfied by the owner removing the fire-control VI case and turning it over to the shipyard security. When they wanted a copy of the ship's log the owner refused. There was some concern when a TERRASOL MILINT lockout appeared on the ship's log and memory, but the owner agreed to remove it entirely. When the owner and his single crew member left the ship it caused even more concern. The datapack on the two was thick and covered in warnings. They were both in heavy cybernetic frames, loaded with tech that was illegal for civilian possession. Between the two of them they possessed enough firepower to level half the docking area and large enough creation engines and nano-forges to create serious problems. Again, a TERMILINT code appeared allowing them to disembark. The beings of the ship dockyard breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg and his massive Fido companion boarded a heavy groundcar and left the city of Sydney, heading into the Deathlands of the Outback. The driver of the car, a Biological Artificial Sentient named Yuri Redpaw, kept glancing at the huge cyborg sitting where there would normally be a passenger seat. He was heavy enough that the car had to add additional power to the antigrav generator that was used to offset the heavy armor of the groundcar. The car swept out of the city and into the Deathlands. The desert was red, with swaths of black and purple sand. Racing across the sand were the Eatmu's, massive long legged birds with explosive spittle that possessed feathers capable to deflecting forcebolt packs, light kinetic weapons, and lasers. Some of them kept up with the car, spitting at it, the spittle exploding on contact with the warsteel armor. They raced along with it for nearly ten miles before the car left that packs territory, the Eatmu's giving great cries of victory as the car drove away, driven off by their ferocity. "Huh, you kept those, " the passenger rumbled. "The Eatmus? Why wouldn't we? " the driver asked, swishing his long tail with nervousness. "They outfought the Australian Army four times, " the cyborg mused. "Australian? " Redpaw asked, frowning. The whiskers at the end of his muzzle twitched. "The name of Ozland, " the cyborg answered. It had turned the squat heavily armored head to look out the crysteel window, the robotic eyes glowing softly red. "Oh, " Redpaw expected his passenger to add more but instead it was totally silent until the armored car swept into the Green Death. Trees shot razored edge thorns that actually marred the warsteel, a dropbear with a mouth full of long fangs and paws adorned with razor sharp claws stared at the car from where it was holding onto the tree, eating a massive snake, reddish-pink venom drooling from its jaws. Vines stretched across the road tried to stop the car, trying to tie up the diamond-thread mesh tires, squirting caustic strong enough to melt duralloy. A handful of Sunburst Flowers fired bright pink lasers as the car, hoping for a boost of nutrients. "Hate this part, " Redpaw grumbled as the car's battlescreens swept aside vegetation that had thickly grown over the road in the time he had driven to Sydney and back. "Used to be worse, " the cyborg commented. "Worse? How worse? " Redpaw asked. "Most of the planet was covered by this stuff after the Extinction Agenda Attack, " the cyborg said. "Killed almost three billion people. Back then, wasn't much more than Pure Strain Humans and a few genejacks. Wasn't much more than just a few colonies in the system. " "Extinction Agenda Attack? " Redpaw asked, glancing at his passenger, who seemed unaware of the horrid slur he'd used. "What was that? " "Nevermind, " the cyborg said. "Nothing that matters any more. " //FIDO NO LIKE BITEY PLANTS// -*-Me neither, boy-*- The car swept into a tunnel, the battle-screen lowering just long enough for the car to shoot in. Even so, before it could raise again, spores swept in, increasing explosively. A thin mat of cellulose strands followed in the car's air current, latching onto a battle-screen projector and draining away energy even as the spores rapidly began to cover the inside of the tunnels nearly ten meters. The car was enveloped in plasma as the tunnel flushed and then went to vacuum. It swept through a decon-screen and came to a stop. Fire played over it, hot enough to actually raise the temperature of the warsteel armor for a few seconds. Redpaw and his two passengers waited silently. It had been a fourteen hour trip and Redpaw's passenger had barely spoke. So much for getting any information out of this guy, Captain Redpaw, TerraSol Military Intelligence thought sourly. The two cyborgs got out, leaving Redpaw to take the car to the motorpool for full decontamination. There was a uniformed female Pure Strain Human, wearing a breather mask, who didn't bother speaking, just turned and led the cyborg and his companion into the massive complex, over 80% of it underground, inside an armored cube that used the warsteel to prevent the ever-questing roots of the plants from getting in. The halls were clear of any other personnel, the heavy duty elevator empty, as the female led him deep into the facility. Daxin found it interesting that the pathway was still the same after several hundred years to the cybernetic
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[ first] [ prev] [ Daxin's Prev] [ Nakteti's Prev] [ next] //DAXIN! DAXIN! DAXIN! // The electronic shout was full of slobbery excitement as the Goodboi frame charged across the reception lounge toward the massive cyborg that had just exited the airlock with a practiced flip and twist of someone long used to going from zero-G to artificial gravity. The Goodboi frame was an older model, chrome warsteel, three times as heavy as modern ones, but the towering cyborg caught it in mid-leap and brought it his metal chest in a crashing hug that sounded like someone had dropped an entire smithy from a great height. //HELPED NEWBOIS DAXIN! FIDO GOODBOI! // "Yes, yes you were, " The big cyborg said aloud. On the private channel he sent -*-FIDO GOODBOI DAXIN MISS FIDO-*- When he tickled the Fido's petting nerve they both relaxed, things going back to normal. In the station security monitor center the attendants stared nervously at their screens. The Fidoframe had been bad enough, heavily armed enough to require serious effort to counter if the Fido had gone crazy, but the big cyborg was something else. Built like a Terran Marine Mechaneck, it wasn't the armor, weapons, and secondary systems that made the security personnel look at one another and then at their supervisor. It was the identification code of the big cyborg. FREEBORN, DAXIN - CLINICAL IMMORTAL - EXTREMELY DANGEROUS - HOSTILE TO CONTACT - DO NOT APPROACH - WARNING! NEURAL ABERRATION! WARNING! scrolled across the screen above the file. The supervisor checked the file again. Most beings undergoing transit had only a page or two, even Old Metal and Old Blood guys had, at the most, a fifteen or twenty page report on them. Daxin's was over fifty pages and the supervisor stared at the fact it was file 1 of 11, of unclassified data. His System Idenfication Number threw an error. It was pre-Diasporia, Pre-Loss, back when the first colony war happened before Terra had done much more than a few trips. Digital Omnimessiah and his Twelve Biological Disciples, this guy fought in the First Colony Rebellion and the Mars Rebellion, the Saurian thought to himself. The ship was bad enough. No name, just a registration number that matched an old Facey McFacepunch light frigate but the supervisor's station identified it as an Adaptus Light Cruiser with a "highly dangerous" and "restricted technology" set of tags on it. The security being, a Rigellian Saurian, watched the two cyborgs reunite. His systems could detect extremely close range transmissions between the two that ran military grade encryption codes but he slapped the override before the station's VI could attempt to jam it. CONMILINT had wanted to debrief that massive cyborg and had been willing to restrict the stations traffic if the station manager had pushed it. Something about a fight against a Precursor machine. The station manager wasn't sure what the big deal was since everyone knew that beyond the Long Dark there was a bunch of settled system under Precursor attack, but apparently everyone in the Confederate Intelligence branches wanted to talk to the big cyborg. To be honest, the station's security breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg turned around and jumped into the transit tube, moving through zero-G easily, back to his ship, the big old Fidoframe following him. -------------------------------- The use of the Sydney Starship Docks by anything other than a high-volume cargo transit ship was rare. The fact that an Adaptus Cruiser wanted to land in the sea dock was not a rarity, it was a flat out unique situation. When the controller added in the fact that TerraSol Intelligence Services had slapped away any attempt to stop the ship from landing it went from unique to downright bizarre. The ship was heavily damaged, although it had flat gray durasteel patches and seals slapped all over the massive hull. The twin rotating six barrel C+ cannon arrays and the massive plasma wave phased motion gun were covered, the missile bays sealed, and strangely enough, when the ship settled into the water of the bay, it looked like a massive wet-navy ship riding low in the water. The dock controller, Treana'ad by the name of Harvey Kikakakik Jones, watched as the safety engineers inspected the vessel to make sure control interlocks were offline and physically air-gapped on the weapon systems. There was some difficulty as there was no crew spaces aboard the ship, but the engineers were satisfied by the owner removing the fire-control VI case and turning it over to the shipyard security. When they wanted a copy of the ship's log the owner refused. There was some concern when a TERRASOL MILINT lockout appeared on the ship's log and memory, but the owner agreed to remove it entirely. When the owner and his single crew member left the ship it caused even more concern. The datapack on the two was thick and covered in warnings. They were both in heavy cybernetic frames, loaded with tech that was illegal for civilian possession. Between the two of them they possessed enough firepower to level half the docking area and large enough creation engines and nano-forges to create serious problems. Again, a TERMILINT code appeared allowing them to disembark. The beings of the ship dockyard breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg and his massive Fido companion boarded a heavy groundcar and left the city of Sydney, heading into the Deathlands of the Outback. The driver of the car, a Biological Artificial Sentient named Yuri Redpaw, kept glancing at the huge cyborg sitting where there would normally be a passenger seat. He was heavy enough that the car had to add additional power to the antigrav generator that was used to offset the heavy armor of the groundcar. The car swept out of the city and into the Deathlands. The desert was red, with swaths of black and purple sand. Racing across the sand were the Eatmu's, massive long legged birds with explosive spittle that possessed feathers capable to deflecting forcebolt packs, light kinetic weapons, and lasers. Some of them kept up with the car, spitting at it, the spittle exploding on contact with the warsteel armor. They raced along with it for nearly ten miles before the car left that packs territory, the Eatmu's giving great cries of victory as the car drove away, driven off by their ferocity. "Huh, you kept those, " the passenger rumbled. "The Eatmus? Why wouldn't we? " the driver asked, swishing his long tail with nervousness. "They outfought the Australian Army four times, " the cyborg mused. "Australian? " Redpaw asked, frowning. The whiskers at the end of his muzzle twitched. "The name of Ozland, " the cyborg answered. It had turned the squat heavily armored head to look out the crysteel window, the robotic eyes glowing softly red. "Oh, " Redpaw expected his passenger to add more but instead it was totally silent until the armored car swept into the Green Death. Trees shot razored edge thorns that actually marred the warsteel, a dropbear with a mouth full of long fangs and paws adorned with razor sharp claws stared at the car from where it was holding onto the tree, eating a massive snake, reddish-pink venom drooling from its jaws. Vines stretched across the road tried to stop the car, trying to tie up the diamond-thread mesh tires, squirting caustic strong enough to melt duralloy. A handful of Sunburst Flowers fired bright pink lasers as the car, hoping for a boost of nutrients. "Hate this part, " Redpaw grumbled as the car's battlescreens swept aside vegetation that had thickly grown over the road in the time he had driven to Sydney and back. "Used to be worse, " the cyborg commented. "Worse? How worse? " Redpaw asked. "Most of the planet was covered by this stuff after the Extinction Agenda Attack, " the cyborg said. "Killed almost three billion people. Back then, wasn't much more than Pure Strain Humans and a few genejacks. Wasn't much more than just a few colonies in the system. " "Extinction Agenda Attack? " Redpaw asked, glancing at his passenger, who seemed unaware of the horrid slur he'd used. "What was that? " "Nevermind, " the cyborg said. "Nothing that matters any more. " //FIDO NO LIKE BITEY PLANTS// -*-Me neither, boy-*- The car swept into a tunnel, the battle-screen lowering just long enough for the car to shoot in. Even so, before it could raise again, spores swept in, increasing explosively. A thin mat of cellulose strands followed in the car's air current, latching onto a battle-screen projector and draining away energy even as the spores rapidly began to cover the inside of the tunnels nearly ten meters. 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