The Offworld Saga: The Rise of the Survivalist Federation Force

Ch.10:The Dawn of Battle

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Kittyopolis

Munitions factory

"Come on! Move those lazy limbs of yours and work! Our war machines need all the weapons they can get to expand and destroy our enemies. We need to meet our quota of tanks, bombs, mortars, aircraft, armor, and gunships by the end of the week or else you all pay for your insolence with your lives!"

Tabb glanced up from his machine to glance at the Ryptar who was supervising them. Ever since SFF had stormed the city, they had taken over the utilities, power infrastructure, and the military echelon and put them to use for their own gains. Tabb could deduce that their vanquishers were preparing for a military operation of a large caliber or maybe even to beef up the defenses of the new lands they annexed. If it was the latter, did it mean that there was a massive counterattack being planned by either Fantine, the Capital, or the Kingdoms?  If so, he would welcome one. After all, it was past overdue.

"You'd think the Kingdoms or the Capital would send in a relief force to expel these Gooba rats from our homeland by now. It seems that was even too much to ask. What in Felyn's name are they doing while we suffer?"

Tabb glanced over at the Kithar male to his right, his light gray fur adorned with ebony stripes,  as he worked on forging the wheel of a Lumbar troop carrier.  The older Kithar guessed that like himself, this male had a family that he hadn't seen in days and was embittered being in forced servitude for this tyrannical military force that had brutally annexed their home.  He would give his right paw to see his wife, Bekkan,  and two kits rather than being stuck in this factory that had rightfully belonged to the Kithar people. If an invasion was possible, he had assumed their natural enemies, the Kaneens, would have been behind it or maybe any criminal syndicate like the Onimusha gang or the Northern Ork Brigade rather than a full-fledged military organization like the Survivalists. 

"Perhaps they have their hands full right now," Tabbe suggested to his fellow Kithar as they worked. "I mean there are many terrorist groups or criminal gangs that have risen in power during the era of lasting piece. The Orks have recently gotten bolder, even allying with the Narghols , goblins, and imps to raid nearby cities and villages. Perhaps-"

The butt of a 0.301 rifle connected with his back silenced him.  Reeling in pain, Tabb glanced behind him to see the Ryptar supervisor, flanked by two SFF guards with red patches on their shoulders, glare down at him with his white reptilian eyes complete with a black slit. The bright overhead lights gave the reptilian's black and red scales a sickly glow. The plume of red hair on his neck reminded him Galaysian Roc.

"Silence!" The Ryptar snarled in its hissy and gravelly voice. "If the quota for the night isn't met, I'll personally disembowel you all!"

The reptilian being flexed his palm, revealing claws as sharp as razor blades that gleamed in the overhead lights.  Tabb didn't doubt that the scaly inspector meant good on his threat.

"What are you worthless balls of fur gawking at? Get to work!"

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Earlier that evening,  Sythe had dashed across the grassy plains under the magenta and violet clouds that was an indication of the setting sun. Several moments later, he had appeared before the electrical fence that guarded the entrance to the obsidian-colored base with glowing red windows. The windows reminded him of a Zathurossian Beamer vehicle with its sleek ebony build and red-tinted windows that resembled eyes of a Kuraight Crawler. As he marvelled at Base 64's design, he had to ask himself how it came to be the only Outer Territory base to avoid being bombed by the Fantine planes.  Hearing footsteps on the dirt, the Hylian's ebony eyes fixed on the guards with the blue berets, clad in black flak jackets with the SFF emblem displayed on it,  that were approaching him.  To a typical layman SFF tech or mechanic, these men might appear as human males, but those dark goggles hid their glowing eyes while their armor covered their metallic innards. These were the components that made up the Cyborean race, a race that S.I.N. herself belonged to.