Log of Soldier J-6813-LK

Chapter 1: Galota, City of Emeralds

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Chapter 1: Galota, City of Emeralds

"Death to you all!", were that last words I could hear from him. There were several other screams but I couldn't make them out. He was stupid to split from the squad. But even if we tried to reach him we would have been killed before we reached half way. With the fallen mech and the several trenches between us, he was very unsaveable. We continued on, leaving his corpse to rot in it's cold metal suit. It is a sad way to leave someone but more lives would be lost just trying to drag his body behind us.

We had been receiving heavy losses at this point. Between my squad and the scourge, the latter had the upper hand. Their mass numbers over powered the lone X-8 Guardians on the rock and steel walls to the east. Those walls were meant to be the last stand before those... creatures reach Galota, the City of Emeralds. And with those heavy mecks up on the walls, it was thought that the city was untouchable. Well, we believed wrong... gravely wrong.

There are 16 still alive in the squad, there were 42 in the beginning. We were meant to reach a certain bunker roughly nine clicks west of the city wall. But we underestimated the speed of these beasts. They massed the bunker long before we reached two clicks outside of the city walls. We marched through mazes of trenches before we had received the retching news through our head sets that the beasts were breaching the city walls. The message was more of a screech of anguish. We hunkered down in a single long trench in the valley of the wasted twin hills. It was relatively flat between the city walls and the chain of bunkers circling the city with the exception of these twin hills. There was no plant growth of any sort near the city. There were mazes of trenches with wreckage of mechs, tanks, and rotting corpses laying everywhere within the circulation of the city and bunkers. Holding ground in that valley saved our lives that day.

We were petrified sitting there shooting at all that moved in the smoke and shadows. But we gained hope when through the smoke, 4 dark figures came walking toward us for out of one of the burning bunkers. They turned out to be the last mecks out of several hundreds from the front lines. But are hopes died when saw what we feared most.... Ulscra, Death of Angels.

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