I’ve been sitting in the darkness for the past hour blasting classical goth metal. I’m still pissed. Today has been a total cluster fuck. For no damned good reason. I HATE mission fucking creep. We were supposed to do a sustained recon sweep. No fucking problem. It’s what we do. It’s what they trained us to do. It’s what they equipped us to do. We go off into the deep dark woods like Hansel and Gretel to see just how fucked up intel truly is. We break trail. We find the enemy. And if the gods of recon happen to smile down, we blow the shit out of ‘em. We’re good at it.
We really should know better. I should fucking know better.
We kicked off and found an aberrant gug. We found it, we killed it, and didn’t take any casualties aside from my freaking my shit. Hell, we even found some sort of bug tech in the corpse. Who the fuck ever heard of that? But we found it. Scientists are probably beside themselves jacking-off over it right now stamping it with all sorts of ‘top secret’ red tape.
And do we stop there? Hell no. We uncover a trio of Silverfish. We tore the guts out of them and they never even had a chance to trip a distress call. Why? Because we’re shit hot.
Should’ve called it a day with that. Instead we picked up a couple Scorpions and a Wasp on the warpath. Any sane person would be getting as far away from them as fast as possible, hopefully without them ever knowing we were there. I saw it as a win they weren’t trying to unload high-explosive death on us. Instead, command wants us to check out who the unlucky bastard is who has caught their attention. Stupid, but if I’m honest with myself, it’s our flavor of stupid. I’m not even surprised by the call.
But does it end there? Fuck no. They want us to evacuate a bunch of villagers. Obviously, if we’re able to execute our stated mission by the numbers, it should be no fucking problem to tack something completely unrelated into the mission profile.
So there we were on the ass-end of nowhere looking at a shithole of mud-brick village some fucking genius decided to site storage tanks in with abso-fucking-lutely NO supporting structures. Great, let’s make a bunch of yak farmers into a military target. Did they put the tanks outside of the village? No. Did they construct a berm to isolate the tank farm in case of leakage or, I don’t know, explosion? Fuck no. Did they make any attempts to camouflage the tanks? No. A troop of girl scouts with a cigarette lighter could wipe them off the map and now that the damned bugs finally get around to taking out our storage tanks, it’s an emergency.
So in their infinite wisdom, we need to stand in the face of an overwhelming Migou attack in progress and stuff an unknown number of villagers into our non-existant pockets. One tank is blown to hell and there’s a river of burning fuel pouring down the so-called street, but no problem right? Who the fuck knows what’s in the other, but there’s gonna be a missile in it sometime soon. Sure. Shiny. Not like either of us could speak the language. Not like any of the fuzzy-wuzzies are heading for the hills, they’re trying to put out the fucking fires. There’s even some suit-wearing bastard with a sat-phone. Slammed the ECM down on that bull-shit fast, gods only know what sort of mischief he was up to. Be just our luck if he’s calling the missiles.
So I tried to drain the intact tank because a full tank and a Migou missile tends to be a bad combination. Great idea if hadn’t been liquified natural gas. It was only a matter of time before the vapor made it to the flames. So I punted. Grabbed a villager in my mecha’s hand and stampeded a few more with Cassiel’s good looks. I snagged a second and made a run for it. Cut-throat gave it good shot trying to slosh the fire out with the water tank, but it didn’t work. She scooped up the asshole in the suit and lit out after me.
And the village blows sky high. Missile? Methane reaching the fire? Does it matter?
All told, we pulled six villagers out alive.
Command shits a brick. They’re calling us in for a fucking REVIEW BOARD?! Acting as if their lives were worth shit to the NEG before now. Whoever is responsible for putting those tanks there in the first place signed every one of their death certificates, it just took a while for it to catch up to them.
Cut-throat is seriously fucked up. I can see it in her eyes. Playing some after-action bullshit game when she’s this fucking raw is dead stupid. Especially since none of this shit will ever have happened, per Office of Public Information. Shit, just because I’m functional doesn’t mean I’m copacetic with the NEG deciding the villager’s lives were worthless.
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