World building one-shots collection

Old War, New Terrors

Sudden idea(this all started as a thought in my head about a mech crashing through a wall and obliterating a squad of lightly armored infantry lmaoooooooo)

"This should, be good." The Anthro panted out, having just ran for his life after most of his squad had been demolished by the likes of something they had never seen before. Jackson put his hand against the wall and slouched, almost leaning over to steady himself in hopes of catching his breath faster. After a long couple seconds he stood back to his full height of eight foot eleven. Jackson wasn't alone, having brought along three of his nine squad mates, the four of them being the last alive, into one of the few standing buildings in the war torn cityscape. Thankfully it had been made of brick and concrete, giving them solid cover and concealment from the outside world.

Jackson looked behind himself as he unlatched his fully enclosed helmet to help alleviate some of the building heat inside his suit, something that only rarely happened in combat situations. With his helmet fully off he took a head count. "I'm counting heads, who's still with me?" Jackson spoke out loud, his voice still having an air of breathlessness to it. "Danvers, Portman, and myself." came a reply a short second later. The voice in question had a strong french accent to it, meaning Pierre was still with them. This was good, this means they can radio to command about the new development.

"Good, good." Jackson muttered to himself. He looked at his remaining combat gear, a fragmentation grenade, his rifle, and a couple of box mags for it, it wasn't much but it would have to make due. He quickly stuck his head back into his helmet before resealing it around his head and neck to establish an airtight seal.  "Danvers, Portman, set up a perimeter, I want to know if that thing is on our trail, and when it will get here if it is." he quickly said into his radio, before he turned his attention to Pierre. "Pierre, I need a com-link to command now, I don't care how, just get it done." With an affirmative nod from the French Bulldog in question Jackson turned his attention back to the outside world, keeping a look out of his own for the machine in question.

Jackson thought back to what had happened only a few minutes prior. His squad was apart of a convoy, leaving base to head to a rally point for much needed supplies. Fuel, clean water, rations, and ammunition were running low due to the forward position of the base they had set up, meaning it was hard to get supplies to the base. The convoy consisted of one near empty transport truck, an MRAP, and two hummers equipped chavis turrets and heavy machine guns . One hummer moved in the rear with the transport truck being in front of the hummer, following another hummer as the MRAP led the coulomb. Jackson and his squad were manning the two hummers, Jackson being in the lead hummer along with Pierre, his radio man, Danvers, and Portman being his dismount element, and Big Irons, as everyone called him, was the gunner of his hummer. In the rear hummer sat the remaining five members of his squad, most were varying types of canines like himself, with the MRAP holding another squad of much bulkier Ursides and special breeds of canines, those being Tibetan Mastiffs.

The convoy had run this route several times in the past, always tense and tedious, but never had they been ambushed. The route ran through a sparsely housed area, with lush green grass hills stretching between the length of the villages, and a selection of small forests dotting the surrounding environment. The area had since been dotted with mortar holes and bomb craters, efectivly removing large swaths of greenery.

The convoy in question always took precautions as the war between the anthros and humans had been raging for nearly ten years, with both sides becoming more and more desperate to end the war in their victory. Only recently had the anthros made a push into the western hemisphere, human territory, and it had cost them greatly in the invading phase of the operation. Jackson and the crops he was a part of had been among the first large scale units pushed into the Americas in order to secure a strong foothold for the actual invasion force.