Generalissimo, crazy snippet coming through with Brand New Animal...
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Sanctuary City 15, Japan; April 22nd, 2035
I've
always hated Sanctuary City work, it is
always showing the worst of humanity. Between governments that would rather let their populations simply carry out genocides, populations that
ignore their governments in Nazi-like activities, and more, we've got our hands full. ... and now we've got a call to stop a racial killing in progress. One of the drones sighted a group of skinheads attacking one of the buses, specifically chasing a raccoon dog looking beastwoman that had been riding on
top of said bus.
"Are the roadblocks set up?" I asked as the CTH-01s maneuvered through the treeline as it was escorted by LAH-01s, "I don't want these idiots somehow getting past us and causing havoc or, god forbid, getting discovered by Nod." Nod had been
particularly vicious against the racists, more so than usual. Nod had stopped
genocides in Africa before with such
brutality that it is hard to imagine Nod being even
more brutal...
"Yep and we've got infantry squads in the forest nearby just in case and... What the... shots fired. Looks like a mix of pistols and crossbows."
"We're moving in," I ordered, "Pilots, full speed. The objective is to arrest these idiots if possible, stop them before they start injuring civilians by any means necessary if unable. I don't want another Sanctuary 13 on our hands."
"Rodger."
"Wilco."
"Understood."
"Affirmative."
The helicopters spread out into a loose double echelon formation and surged forward. We were quickly upon them, two of the CH-01s had their dismounts repel down and secure the vehicle while two of the LAH-01s gave cover. My CH-01 and its partner maneuvered towards the forest as some of the skinheads chased the raccoon dog beastwoman into the forest...
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An errant pistol round bounced off my suit's armor plate as my platoon-mates moved in. Our company commander said it best, Sanctuary City assignments are the
worst assignments for they display the worst of humanity on a near-daily basis. If it wasn't the various skinheads, it's Nod making
examples of said skinheads and if it isn't Nod making examples, it is various terrorist groups and megacorporations that test our patience with humanity. This situation, however, is skinheads getting stomped on by us with an innocent in the middle. Just about one of the worst situations to face.
We manage to get into visual contact with the skinheads and their target, just as several helicopters managed to get overhead.
"
GDI! Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head!" I barked, "
Do as we say and we won't fill you with holes!" One of the skinheads simply
laughed at the order and started pointing their weapons at us despite the fact that they wouldn't be even scratch the paint.
"So, you think you order us around?" the leader responded with a psychotic grin on his face, "We're
untouchable, so just let us kill this bitch and we'll be on our way." I simply gave the HUD signal to move my squad between the skinheads and their target.
"We can't let you do that," I retorted, "Are you hard of hearing? We're
GDI, not some police precinct that you can bully into submission to look the other way. So, just do what we say and
your blood won't be painting the forest."
"... and if we don't do it your way?" the leader asked with a confident smirk.
"Well, that would be resisting, and that would mean you'll get a first look at how
outclassed you are fighting power armor in the best-case scenario," I riposted back, "If you resist with your weapons, then you'll be dead and what remains won't be able to be fitting in a shoebox
. I should know, we've already had a few of your kind try to create a mess here and paid that price for their shenanigans." I smirked as several of the skinheads shivered. "You better surrender without a fight, because it'll only get worse from here."
"
Figures," the leader spat, "let's show them
why we get our way." That was when they produced mil-spec grenades and were about to arm them when 9.5mm bullets ripped through them as the LAH-01s fired their machineguns. My squad simply shook their heads in annoyance and the stupidity of it all.
"Why do nine out of ten of these
idiots always take the 'you die' choice," I complained as my XO took a look at the beastwoman, "tell City Director Neumann that we've got another PR situation going to be coming to his desk." Then I look at the beastwoman. "Also get Medical on the horn, tell them we
might have another HTBV*."
"Understood. Director Neumann is so going to blow out our ears when he hears about this..."
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Human
To
Beastman/woman
Victim: Term for those unlucky sods of humans who get transformed by some crazy using the medical system as a methodology of distribution. So far the only way to prevent these is using GDI-manufactured medical supplies, but GDI can't supply the entire world's medical supply...
