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Techsuit Warfare, Part Two
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Joan sped to the fortress on the largest machine that the ionic storms hadn't ripped to pieces- an ancient Harley-Davidson, given as a gift from her father. Weapons were strapped to the bike's sides, and an old Squier bass guitar was strapped to her back. "Business as usual."
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I step out side for fresh air. I hear the sound of a motorbike coming towards the camp. I head to the main gate and look out into the horizon. I see the bike tearing towards the fortress and the commanders wife riding it. Looks like she has arrived.
{Look sharp boys, Commanders wife is here. She is now ranking field officer.} |
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{Their system is dependent on a stable equilibrium of water between their joints. It's how they're so fast and strong- natural superhydraulics. Bass tones vibrate too slowly to detect, but with the required force to literally shake them apart. My father taught me, before the plague began.}
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Well that was something that they could have told us in briefing. {Well mam if you need anything I will be in the map room.}
I head towards the map room to see what they had found. Maybe the commander can send a helmet with the next drop to replace the one I had lost. |
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As the UGV passes a corner a normal sized native steps out of no where and grabs it. "Fools." It says before slicing it in half.
"F*ck no." I say. |
