Voluue (2/2)
“Echo One to squad Echo Leader is KIA Echo One shall take command”
“This is Brave Two… sorry everyone End of the line here”
“Alpha Leader here Hang on for areinforcements now! Alpha One shall take command!”
“-Roger that Good luck Alpha Leader”
“Leaving itto you… hey shi+n Undertaker”
“What?”
“Don’t forget the promise”
“…Ahh”
“C1: Signal Lost”
“Friendly units: zero”
The coh the noisy headset, which was re with the breeze of the sunset
”…This… is… Handler One All forces, do you hear me? First Forces, please respond”
The organic being on the machine’s cocoon-shaped belly opened the canopy, reached a hand out from the cockpit, and reached for the button of the communicator
”This is Undertaker to Handler One All attacking ene enemy’s retreat Operation over Ready to return”
”…Undertaker Is there, anyone else?”
”Ending transmission”
He cut off the co the end of this foolish question, which he had no need or obligation to hear
The red Poppies were bloo flames stretched the shadows of the iron beasts and quad-pedaled spider carcasses that were partially collapsed onto the ground, the insides visible through delicate angles Friend or foe, such was the outcome for them
No living thing could be seen anywhere No ered were corpses and wandering souls of these corpses
A cruel silence beckoned At the ends of the grassland, past thesun offered criht across the horizon
Lit by the criht, or shrouded in the black shadows; only he and the machine were the only sources of life in this world that had practically severed ties with Life
The long slender legs mimicked an Arthropod's The rusted arh-frequency blades akin to crab legs, and aspider, the long cannon atop the fra a scorpion, and appeared to be a skeleton wandering across the battlefield, seeking its lost hand
He let out a sigh, leaning on the deck that had cooled in the night breeze, and shriveled up under the evening hue, lifting his head at the burning sky
These floere born from the blood of the beloved Consort who killed herself, as a parting gift to the Conqueror in a country of the Far East
These flowers bloohts erebarbarians
The crimson red of the Poppies blooly beautiful under the evening hue that seemed primed to burn the sky down
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