The Offworld Saga: The Rise of the Survivalist Federation Force

Ch.8: Retaliation

8:44

Top Secret SFF Airbase

On the southeastern edges of the Outer Territories.

"Sergeant Stew, what's new?"

The lime green Mantis-shaped Entymol greeted his comrade, a fellow Entymol who was a black and olive green fly, as they decided to take their break outside of the electric fence that housed one of a few scattered SFF Airbases that were established across the uninhabited Plains. The master plan in building these small bases that housed the Survivalist arsenal as well as their aircraft was to lay the groundwork for the next SFF territorial expansive that was supposed to be the largest in half a century.  If all went well, the Survivalist Federation Force would annex a large chunk of the northernmost territory of the Offworld. 

"The usual, Lt. Pydd." Stew joined his comrade seated on the tan and green ground outside the base. The hum of the purplish security fence permeated throughout a 40 yard radius as the sun shone above in the fair sky. "Guard duty over the technicians and mechanics who are not motivated enough to contribute. Why join up with the Force if you lack the drive or vision of a better future for our world?"

The green Entymol raised one of his six arms to shield his face as he stared up at the sun. "You know, you should shift the blame to the Ideological Conditioning for this one. We needed every new recruit possible since we were understaffed as a result of SFF's major defeat many years ago."

"It was like that, huh?" Stew grunted. "Tell me again how did a Survivalist Force at full strength face a massive humiliating defeat at Gorlag's Fist?"

"You can blame the combined forces of the Capitol, the Great Kingdoms, and Fantine X. Fortunately, those groups don't realize that we are back and we gain more ground each day." Pydd's red eyes, supported by green eye stalks, fixed upon the smoke in the distance that came from the Kithar lands, rising into the sky like the breath of a volcanic beast.  "When our control is cemented over these Outer territories, I hope SIN plans a downward push into the rest of the Offworld regions. If we move swiftly, then Fantine nor the Capitol could see what hit them."

"I heard that the aircraft strike force from Base 64 hit Fantine's HQ and caught them flatfooted," Stew responded. "Fantine will be out of the picture for sometime now."

"True," Pydd muttered. The croaking of a Ronas tree frog from nearby cut through the morning air. "Now we have the Capitol to deal with. Let's hope the rest of these scumbags fall like dominoes."

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Fantine HQ

Fantine Control Room

The Exact Same Time

"Sir, the reports from the Finch are coming in."

Mikhail glanced over at the technician at one of the large screens in the Control Room. Beside him stood his second in command Calhoun while Zayda and Sentery stood over at the controls, giving orders to the men and women working over the screens.  The Director of Operations leaned over and squinted at the technician's screen to see the layout of one of the Survivalist air bases outlined in bright blue amid a green background. Due to the lack of recent patrols and the lax air defenses, Mikhail assumed that the Survies weren't expecting anyone to stumble upon or strike their base.

"Hmmm, they are so confident in their abilities that they assume their failed attempt to put us out of commission had really succeeded." The Director chuckled. "How about we show them what we are made of and how our organization has lasted for centuries and not even a terror army organization like theirs can outlast us?"