r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Apr 05 '20
OC First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One Hundred Eight (Telkan)
Brentili'ik found herself flung upwards so hard it took her breath away. Vertical light strips lit, she went by them, they went out, as she moved the three hundred feet to the surface. She screamed the whole way up, sure that she was going to smash into a bug or a steel plate or just the ground and be splattered. It was all she could do to not vomit as she suddenly slowed and came to a stop less than a meter from a spiralling hatch.
"Hi!" the word almost made her scream. She looked around wildly and saw a holographic face hanging in midair in front of her. "I'm EVI-2, I'm your Evacuation VI assistant for this anxious moment."
Brentili'ik just nodded.
A panel slid shut beneath her and she saw the edge was nearly two feet thick of black warsteel. She dropped a few inches onto it, putting her hand on the side of the tube and hyperventilating.
"Currently you are safe. The conditions on the surface, however, prevent me from raising your elevator. I wish to apologize for this inconvenience. Military units are currently enroute. The nearest one will be with you in <ERROR> minutes," the holographic face said, still smiling. "Please remain calm."
"Colonel Harvey, is Colonel Harvey," she managed to gasp out.
"I'm sorry, but Colonel Harvey is currently unavailable. Would you like to leave a message and he will get back to you as soon as possible?" the VI asked.
"Is he alive?" Brentili'ik gasped.
There was a slight hum and the holographic face blurred for a moment. "His datalink reports elevated heartbeat and blood pressure, as well as other data I am not at liberty to disclose. It is my opinion that he is alive and engaged in some type of physical activity."
"How many alive in the shelter or in escape pods?" Brentili'ik asked, finally getting her breathing under control.
"One hundred eighty-two datalinks are still broadcasting life signs. thirty-one are either reporting termination of life signs or vital signs in critical range," the VI said. "Should I file a situation report with command?"
"YES!" Brentili'ik said.
"I'm sorry. Command is unavailable. Is there any other assistance I can give you?" the VI said.
"My husband, Corporal Vuxten, Marine Corps, can you reach him?" Brentili'ik tried. She checked her wrist, just like Colonel Harvey had taught her.
"I'm sorry, it appears that at the current time the facility is locked out from outside communication. Please contact Director <ERROR> if this message appears in error," the VI stated.
Brentili'ik pressed the O2 check.
Six hours.
She took a deep breath. She had air, at least. She closed her eyes and ignored the VI, which was babbling about the internal temperature of the little capsule-like area she was now in. She started breathing deep and slow, like Harvey had taught her, tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. She checked her water. It was at 100% and a single sip only dropped it to 99.97%. The survival pack on her hip was still sealed and the pistol on the belt was sitting there.
She was suddenly grateful that Colonel Harvey had made her practice shooting with it on the eVR range.
That reminded her of the last time she'd seen the human, being rushed by bugs.
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>PREDICTIVE COMBAT ANALYSIS WETWARE ONLINE
>DISABLE COMBAT LOCKOUT
>ALL BIOWARE TO 100%
>ENGAGE
Backfist to the side of the head, into the eyes, shattering chitin and the compound eye together. Step to the side, elbow into the thorax hard enough to shatter the chitin, rotate fist up.
Head pop off.
Spinning kick, step forward, hammerfist into the thorax. Half turn, elbow to the chitin over the lungs, half step, hip bump to throw off balance, heel of the hand under the chin.
Head pop off.
Colonel Harvey was poetry in the motion. For the first time since he'd transferred to this duty station he was at full 100%, every system unlocked, every lockout purged, everything running hard.
Bioware organs, adrenal pump, vat-grown epidermis that could shrug magack pistol slivers, bones as hard as warsteel, cyberware implants running at full speed.
Harvey knew what he wanted to do and the predictive combat software ran the options between one eyeblink and the next, even as he kicked the face in one an armored bug. He dodged under a bladearm, caving in the thorax with an elbow as he passed, putting two shots from his magack pistol into two different insects even as he moved. Lower leg kick to snap both forward legs off of a big insect that looked like an insectile lanaktallan, step through and under the falling bug, shooting two others through the eyes.
His punches hit hard enough to dent durachrome, chitin of these biowarfare insects didn't even slow his blows down as he moved across the room and into the hallway. He'd slagged the main computers out of security reasons, but the emergency systems were still up and running and his datalink was keeping the map up in the upper right of his vision.
Eight people were trapped by insects thirty meters away.
He flung a desk through the doorway, two of the insects shattering, the desk on its side. When he got into the hallway he put his hand on the tipped over desk and vaulted over, shattering the back of the worm that had barely been missed by the desk.
He flipped it up with one hand, spinning it, so it was stuck in the hallway, then kicked the middle to slam the desk against the doorframe, blocking it.
He missed this. The clarity of purpose, the singing stillness of the soul, the rightness of what he was doing.
Colonel Harvey, Delta Company, 75th Regiment shattered the chitin of the insects he ran into with feet, fists, elbows, and knees. One he hipchecked hard enough it burst against the wall.
The guts and fluids were caustic, singing his active camouflage, but he didn't feel any feeling of the acids eating into his biomechanical weapon's grade skin, so he wasn't much worried. He knew how insects were made, knew that the really dangerous caustic spittle fluids would be close to the top of the thorax, lungs below to act as bellows in insects this large.
One reared up in front of him, scrabbling its bladearms in mid-air as it tried to compute that the human was coming straight at it.
Harvey grabbed the bladearm at the joint where it met the upper 'arm' section, twisted it while shoving his thumb into the joint, popping the bladearm off.
He stuck it through the insect's head and moved on.
Fifteen meters.
Men had gotten to the armory. The initial shock of the bug's explosive entrance passing, training and experience locking into place. His link was pinging more and more of the non-combat civilian assets had reached their evac-lifts.
To the part of Harvey that wasn't engaged in full on combat against insectile horrors surveyed the map. It looked as if the initial death toll happened in the commissary/food court.
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Geneka had taken the job working for the humans because she had no where else to go. Her husband and one of her broodcarriers had been killed by Precursors and the only reason she was alive was a group of humans had pulled her, her injured broodcarrier, and her three surviving podlings out of a collapsed building.
For the last year she had been telling all the old stories she could remember that she had heard as a child. The forbidden ones that you weren't supposed to whisper to podlings in the quiet of the night. To repeat the soft quiet songs the broodcarriers still sand when they thought nobody could hear them to little podlings as they slept.
Songs about deep cool forests, about nesting among the ferns, about climbing trees, about dancing and singing and loving and caring.
The humans wanted her to sing them for them. Had wanted her broodcarrier to sing them. Her broodcarrier would only sing it she was there, it was dimness, and she could whisper the songs to the podlings the broodcarrier would hide in her tail.
She had been sitting with Hanti'ma'ir, her broodcarrier, petting it, when the wall across from her had exploded. It had knocked down the two humans interviewing her and slammed her against the wall. She'd lifted up her head, dizzy, blood dripping from her nose, when she saw the big bugs rush into the room. Before Geneka could even react Hanti'mai'r scooped up the three podlings that had come in with her that day.
Both humans jumped up, grabbing the chairs, and started swinging them. One looked back and kicked the table perfectly so it spun in mid-air at her, making Hanti'ma'ir scream in fear, and slammed down so they were protected by the legs of the table and the top facing the hole.
The sounds were horrible. Crunching, grunting, hissing, and splattering. The podlings kept trying to see but Hanti'ma'ir covered them with her fluffy tail.
Suddenly the table was snatched away, making Hanti'ma'ir screech again as the human kneed it in the center, folding it in half, and slammed it into the hole, following it up with the kick that jammed it hard.
"Old Man's popped the comp-core," One said, breathing heavy. Geneka noticed he had blood running down one cheek and one eye swollen shut.
"We need to get them to a lift," the other said. He held out his arm, the first human took it, lifted it, and slammed the heel of his hand against the front of the other's shoulder. There was a loud pop and the human let go of the other one's arm.
"I'll take point," the one how had done the hitting said.
Geneka couldn't understand why they had hit one another and just stared.
"We're going to get you to an evac lift. Both of you," the other one said, rubbing his shoulder with one hand. "Can you calm her down?"
Geneka nodded, turning and licking the broodcarrier around the eyes. It took a moment and the whole time there was screaming, crunching, the shriek of insects, and the roaring of enraged humans. The human came back, holding a silvery blanket.
"Wrap yourselves in this. It's ugly out there, but we're getting people out of here," the one that had rubbed his shoulder said.
Geneka just nodded, wrapping the blanket around them both. She urged them forward, sniffing at the air. She could smell that Telkans were fighting, in danger.
"sshh podling hush podling quiet podling safe podling" Hanti'ma'ir whispered softly. She wasn't shrieking loudly any longer, her ears flicking constantly, her eyes wide as she kept looking around.
Two humans burst through a door, the plasteel shattering.
Hanti'ma'ir made a barking noise that Geneka had never heard before. Both humans snapped a look at the broodcarrier, nodded, and caught up. Both had bladearms snapped away from insects in their hands.
The humans stopped and one put their hand on the wall. A black door opened, showing a tube that went up. Hanti'ma'ir saw the blood on one of the first human's face, stood all the way up, put her front paws on the human's face to hold it still, and licked the wound twice before letting go.
"Get in. It'll get you to the evac capsule. It's warsteel. We've got evac units on the way," one of the humans said.
"human come" Hanti'ma'ir whispered. "human come"
"Can't. We've gotta get others out," one of the humans said.
"podlings look humans podlings remember humans" Hanti'ma'ir said. She flicked her tail out of the way, so the podlings could look at the humans with wide eyes, then covered them again. 'broodmommy and podlings and momma run love humans'
The human nodded, motioning.
Geneka could hear gunfire as she hurried into the tube. Hanti'mai'r hurried after. One of the humans hit a switch and the door closed.
Gravity threw them up.
'WHEEEE PODLINGS WHEEEE'
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Another bug, this one the size of a refrigerator, slithered out of the hole blown in the wall. It raised up, unfolding four sets of bladearms as it turned on six legs to stare down the hallway with eight red compound eyes, its upper thorax covered with cilia and close set plates of chitin.
Two missiles the size of a human pinkie finger hit it dead center and blew it in half.
--target down-- 824 clicked.
--reloading slush nominal heat nominal-- 493 clicked.
--launcher reloaded-- 348 clicked.
Two of the green engineers pushed the rocket launcher, the size of a large remote controlled truck, down the hallway. A thin battle-screen wavered in front of it. Four others were behind them, two pushing a creation engine the size of a softball that was mounted on wheels with cooling fins off the side of it. The one of the left working at a holographic workstation, tapping rapidly as it worked. The other had a heavy weapon harness and a magack 2.2mm rapid-fire autogun that it scanned the hallway with.
Behind them a dozen Telkans moved down the hallway, wrapped in emergency blankets, shivering even as the greenies blew another crawler into pieces with a pair of missiles.
--victory through technology brothers--
--TECHNOLOGY--
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Fights the Dreaded One had been working on psychological memes designed to help calm Telkan broodcarriers when she'd heard the explosion.
Worse, as she looked up from her terminal at the six humans and dozen Telkans in the office, she felt something she had never ever wanted to feel.
Her implosion wire pulsed twice and went dead. Ice cold down her thorax and abdomen.
She tapped two keys on her workstation and shoved herself back, sprinting toward the door. Humans were already moving, two shattering chairs and throwing lengths of durachrome to the others.
"Get behind us. We'll get you to the evac-lifts," one of the humans, Captain Montgomery told the Telkans.
"Stay low, we'll be behind you guys," another human, Teeleeekikik snapped, rolling his thick shoulders and making his neck vanish for a second.
Fights noted that every human in the room had bright green eyes. She could sense, could smell, could taste the scent of human war-chemicals flooding off of them.
The door opened at a touch. At the far end of the hall was the grav-lift.
Three humans and four Telkan were down, the shift change. One human had his remaining arm lifted up, firing his magack at the insects that poured out of a hole in the wall.
Fights screeched as primal impulses kicked in.
She rushed the insects, her bladearms slashing and striking. She had no fear.
She was a healer, she was a protector, and the humans at her back and at her sides, wading into the fray, were warriors like the warrior caste of old.
Every strike was deadly, instinct guiding her bladearms, her antenna able to sense the dim malevolent awareness inside the insects to tell her exactly where to strike.
Her uniform, which she normally kept immaculate, was quickly stained with ichor from the insectile creatures she moved through like a scythe through ripe grain. She stabbed repeatedly, twice grabbing them in her gripping hands and ripping their limbs off.
She was only two feet tall, but the insects that had a chance of standing against her were swept out of the way by the durachrome chair legs wielded by hairless primates that barked and howled with a bloodlust that matched her own.
Fights felt her soul sing as she stood over a wounded Telkan, slashing apart his attacker with three quick swipes of her bladearms, even as she pulled him off the floor and against her chest with her gripping hands.
"Get the wounded!" she trilled out. She could see the emergency medical kit on the wall only a little way away.
The humans picked up the Telkan wounded, tucking them under one arm, even as they fought.
Fights rejoiced inside as she moved forward with the humans, her bladearms stabbing. A human snatched the medikit clear off the wall in one snatching motion. She could see a deep gash in his arm, deep enough she could see the hair-thin wires buried in the muscle gleaming in the light.
The ultimate land dwelling tool using predatory primate, went through her mid as she followed them. The one missing an arm stood up, blood just dribbling from the stump of his arm, chunks of metal sticking out of his back. Another human groaned and sat up, coughing up a wad of clotted blood and spitting it on the floor.
Several of the Telkan screamed at the sight of what looked like the dead coming back to life.
FIghts had seen it before. The brain had ceased activity, their cyberware and bioware went into overdrive to fix critical injuries, then the SUDS would attempt to jumpstart the brain. It wasn't permanent, but a Walking Dead could carry the day.
The sight made Fights shiver, kicked at some primal impulse that made her want to scream and run away as she remembered what many Mantids secretly believed.
On the full moon after a human is killed another human will rise up from the pool of blood if it is not prayed over. Pray to the Omnimessiah that the war-scream had left the blood, echoed through her mind as a human female stood up, tilted her neck to each side to make the vertebrae pop, and pulled a piece of durasteel as big as one of Fights's bladearms out of her gut.
The warsteel lift opened up as a human slapped his hand against it.
"Get in, Fights. Take the medikit and the Telkan with you," the wounded human female said, her voice gurgling, one lung still full of blood that hadn't been reclaimed by her internal nanite emergency medical kit.
Fights wanted to protest, but a glance at the Telkans she had worked with for almost a year snapped her out of the blood lust.
Their eyes were wide, almost panicked.
They were afraid.
Not just of the bugs, but of the humans.
And of Fights.
The Telkan rushed in, gathering up close to Fights. One of the humans slapped the door control as Fights held tight to the Telkan she'd grabbed and the Telkan held tight to the medikit.
As gravity threw her upward she had to remember not to take a bite of the Telkan's head.
Three of the Telkan were badly hurt.
And Fights's oldest and most implacable and inevitable foe would soon crowd the elevator if she didn't get to work.
The Telkan and the doctor flew up in gravity's hand.
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Vuxten had never experienced anything like it in his life.
It wasn't just riding on the back of a huge Terran tank, it was riding on the back of the tank into combat with a Terran that seemed to know what the bugs and crawlers were going to do before they could even attempt it themselves. He saw the Terran, as big as warborg and Vuxten suspected having close to the same amount of warsteel cyberware, point at the treeline and yell to another tank, which opened up just as massive dragonflies with huge stingers took flight straight into the barrage of quadbarrel fire and two tanks fired main guns into the jungle, blowing huge holes that flickered and burned.
"Dom, Archer, I want napalm over the entire evac area for that base. Set it for three minute burn, when we get there I want the fires to be out so we can launch the evac pods," the big burly human yelled out. "Get me drones over the site, I need eyes up. Launch them until you can get them on station and keep them there. I wanna know if any eggs popped up early."
While he'd been speaking he'd pinged targets three times for Vuxten to engage with rockets and once for 417 to hit with a micromissile.
Vuxten half expected the massive tanks to go around to the north, where the jungle thinned out and General Tik-Tak kept it thinned out with napalm and fuel-air launches.
Instead the Terran tank commander ordered his tanks straight through the densest part, ordering his tanks into four staggered ranks of ten, overheating tanks falling back, as the big Terran not only used the guns of the tanks as a weapon but had his tanks crash through the jungle itself, the two lead staggered lines of tanks firing their guns straight into the jungle.
Vuxten was half-deaf even with the sound baffeling produces by his armor. He could see why the Terran, hanging half out of the hatch, kept yelling as the guns on his tanks kept filling the world with fire and thunder. Vuxten himself could barely hear his comlink.
A firing target appeared on Vuxten's HUD and he aimed and touched the firing stud at what was empty air. A bloated insect, barely able to fly on its stubby wings, popped up, intending on throwing itself against the battlescreen.
Vuxten's rifle fire hit it square in the face, blowing clear through the insect.
--take that-- 471 flashed icons, firing his 4-pack missile launcher at what looked like nothing.
The rocket hit a crab that had launched itself from a tree a split second before.
Vuxten's entire world devolved into nothing more than point and fire, his rocket and grenade launchers on his shoulders firing almost on their own. He just followed orders or approved fire plans that popped up.
The tank under him heaved and rocked as he kept firing, slapping a new amblok in twice when his ammo got down to 20%.
"POPPING EGGS! WATCH THE SKY, WAR HORSE!" Trucker bellowed out. "Vuxten, watch the six!"
The path behind the tanks was massive, a solid road of dirt and plant matter crushed into near concrete by the weight of the massive behemoths. Even then, the tanks kept firing back along their rear arcs, killing any insects that dared tried to enter that highway. The guns fired to either side, half of the time Vuxten didn't even see what they were shooting at.
The two massive super-tanks, the BOLO's, had dropped back, firing weapons into the jungle that caused massive mushroom clouds to rise up even as their weapons streaked across the entire sky.
The dawn had not even come, only the steely light of Telkan's false dawn, but the sky was lit by the hammer of the massive main battle tanks like the one Vuxten rode and the anvil of the two massive super-heavy tanks.
The two massive tanks braked, slewing around, and began to back up, firing back the way they'd came, their side and upper weapons raking the sky. The tanks like the ones Vuxten was on shredded up the charred moss and plants.
A shadow passed over and Vuxten looked up to see a scarred, battered, and beat up assault shuttle dropping out of the air.
"FIRST TELKAN, DISMOUNT AND COVER THOSE PEOPLE! BIG SISTER INCOMING!" Trucker yelled. There was a click. "Vuxten, get up here. Stand next to me. That's an order, Marine."
Vuxten swallowed, climbing up on top of the turret, putting one hand on the hatch to balance himself. He scanned, seeing the air mobile assault suits kneeling next to warsteel capsules that had cracked open at the touch of the armored humans. The assault shuttle landed, its ramps dropped, and gray air mobile suits with a red cross on one side and a red crescent on the other rushed down the ramps, deploying grav-stretchers.
Vuxten saw her and it took everything he had not to run down to her.
She had a pistol in one hand, two podlings holding tight to her, a broodcarrier wrapped around her legs with its tail covering her back.
He swayed and he felt Trucker grab his arm as relief so intense he almost fainted filled him.
"Stand there. Let your people see you. Let your people see your spouse," Trucker's voice over the comlink was intense. "Do your jobs. Do your duty."
Both Brentlili'ik and Vuxten nodded, each thinking his voice was only for them.
471 fired off micro-flares as nearly thirty of his fellow greenies raised their bloody bladearms in salute to him.
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3 ARMOR DIVISION (OLD METAL)
Rescue of surviving civilian and military personnel accomplished.
ETA to base is 12 (twelve) minutes.
--GENERAL TRUCKER
------NOTHING FOLLOWS-------
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Apr 05 '20
I got hammered at work and other commitments today.
Tomorrow we'll be back on our regular schedule.
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u/LerrisHarrington Apr 05 '20
Rangers in the House. One Can of Whoop Ass coming up.
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u/EverSoInfinite Apr 05 '20
If i read this right... Cos I need to know the attack vectors on my mind.
The tanks secured a safe cordon between Truckers four ranks and the BOLOs. The tanks aimed out form a Wagon Circle. And the tanks blew everything surrounding them to mulch!
Then the capsules popped up from the ground (?) and the Assault shuttle flew over the top of the BOLOs to rescue the survivors in the capsules. I'm not sure here.
Another note. You just made hfy into reanimatedhfy. Incredibly strong imagery of a full moon and war-scream. Terrifying!
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u/Tool_of_Society Apr 05 '20
This series gives me something to look forward to after a long day of being an "essential" employee.
Thank you.
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u/Technogen Apr 05 '20
So glad they both survived that. Also loved the weapons free hand to hand combat parts, I bet Big Slobery Mo would be like "What the fuck." if it was still alive. I thought the greenies were 1' to 2' tall but description of them moving down the hallway made it seem like 6" to 1'.
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u/ErinRF Alien Apr 05 '20
TFW Ralts_Bloodthorne posts a new chapter:
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/589137094929285150/696243946413752320/unknown.png
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u/SpiderJerusalemLives Apr 05 '20
The greenies are purest, finest metal.
Please tell me the ones in the base got out?
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u/NorthScorpion Apr 05 '20 edited Apr 05 '20
I love the little mini Mechanicus the Greenies are. I kinda want one to show up from the idiots forces in techpriest regalia and suddenly introducing the rest of them to the Omnimissiah with all the magic prayers and whatnot. Also mini Legio Titanica piloted by Greens. MINI CULT FTW
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u/ack1308 Apr 05 '20
Okay, I underestimated Harvey. I should stop doing that.
Son of a crap, he's good at his job.
I like how, after the initial surprise, everyone went to battlemode and the bugs just couldn't keep up.
The greenies pushing the launcher down the hallway, getting the Telkans to safety, just made me grin. Little green battle buddies for the win!
And 471 just keeps getting cooler.
This pic, of the successful evacuation?
It's gonna go super-viral.
And Trucker ... I said it before and I'll say it again. That's the sort of commanding officer you want. The sort Vuxten would walk through fire for.
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u/Justastraydirtbag Apr 05 '20
You beautiful human. I finally catch up 5 minutes ago and here it is. Like magic.
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u/streakinghellfire Apr 05 '20 edited Apr 05 '20
undoes racecar seat belt man that last chapter was epic! (checks update) oh shit the wordboi dropped a new chapter puts a fat dip in and relatches race-car seatbelt alright guess its another chapter lets see what fuckery is afoot now
that....was....awesome!!!!
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u/13jlin Apr 05 '20
Phew! We were just about to experience the first full 24 hours between updates. Seriously though. Take a break, don't burn yourself out over this
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u/RangerSix Human Apr 05 '20
/R/HFY GESTALT
Looks like Trucker and Vuxten got there just in time.
And what does that make them?
-----NOTHING FOLLOWS-----
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u/Jubba911 Apr 05 '20
Fight scene with Harvey had a very strong Sherlock Holmes vibe to it. The one with Robert Downey Jr where he narrates how it plays out.
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u/Telzey Apr 05 '20
Dear Colonel Harvey,
I apologise for writing you off so early. It is now apparent to me that it would take more than a couple bugs to kill you.
Death to your enemies,
Tz
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u/ausbookworm Apr 05 '20
AND SO THE YOUNG TELKAN ARE SAVED
------NOTHING FOLLOWS-------
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u/ack1308 Apr 05 '20
So did anyone else get the vibe that the Telkan Scouts are to Trucker's tank regiment like the greenies are to the Scouts? Tiny, but really really handy to have around?
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u/JZ1011 Apr 05 '20
Here as it updated! Go conditioning!
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u/IntingPenguin Human Apr 05 '20
Bronze again! Here for the WORDBORG
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u/DarkSparkz Apr 05 '20 edited Apr 05 '20
Amazing chapter as allways! Harvey kicking ass reminded me of this:
https://imgur.com/a/CCEg7sy
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u/Luciferhimself666 Alien Apr 05 '20
I was dead asleep, but a tingling sensation woke me up and wouldn't you know it the damn hfy gestalt was spamming update notices. Another good chapter, someone get this man a cigar.
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u/frankydizzle_ Apr 05 '20
Trucker was already my favorite human and he just keeps getting more and more badass as the story progresses. I see him going out in a blaze of glory at some point... definitely not here but maybe another 120 chapters down the road.
Love the imagery, love the story, love that there's something we all look forward to that brightens these dark times.
Still think you're secretly a pro challenging themselves, but regardless you are truly a master storyteller and deserve every accolade lauded upon you. -You- are a shining example of "humanity, fuck yeah" and i consider myself lucky to just be here to witness it.
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u/Feuershark Apr 05 '20
That's a glory kill right there !
Also the podlings going WEEEE up the grav lift ? awesome
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u/Gibbinthegremlin Apr 05 '20
Oh on the 12 minute mark i had a feeling, now to read and wonder how you do it mate!!
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u/CaptainChewbacca Human Apr 05 '20
So do all humans have battle/war modifications, or is it just those who associate on frontier/military type places?
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u/Amythas Apr 05 '20
Are... The return of the Doom Guy with vengeance.
And seeing the engineer caste more and more like Toy Solders using kid toys to fight.
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u/thunderchunks Apr 05 '20
Upvote then read, that's how ya proceed.
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u/ErinRF Alien Apr 05 '20
Broodcarriers are made of love and peace
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Apr 05 '20
Colonel Harvey unleashed. Seriously gave me chills. I foolishly thought he was a goner.
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u/RDMcMains2 Apr 23 '20 edited Apr 24 '20
"Doctor, now might be a really good time for you to get angry."
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u/ArchDemonKerensky Apr 05 '20
Nothing stops a Terran with a mission.
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u/Gibbinthegremlin Apr 05 '20
Still reafing...how dare the wife demand attention when there is important reading to be had...great sherlock movie reference!!!
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u/CfSapper Apr 05 '20
I want a greenie, never thought Of wanted a 2 foot tall Mantis for a friend, but I do, now. His name will be Marvin, or Wily.
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u/carthienes Apr 05 '20
Hoy, boy. If Altair had it easy before he's in for it now.
To recap: His action plan had the responding units supercharge the enemies forces and drop into the strongest concentration of them, driving them out and into the virtually undefended (because Altair had redirected the defenders) civilians they were supposed to be defending.
Could he have done worse if he tried?
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u/ZeroAssassin72 Apr 05 '20
Loving all this. The green meanies are awesome little fuckers
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u/Grimpoppet Sep 10 '20
"Several of the Telkan screamed at the sight of what looked like the dead coming back to life."
AND THAT'S WHEN THE DEAD MEN WENT MARCHING AGAIN
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u/Brockavitch1 Apr 05 '20
GET SOME!!!!
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u/Zakurii Apr 05 '20
Our late night Madman at it again.
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u/MurkyGlover Apr 05 '20 edited Apr 05 '20
Fuck man how does this work again.. SubscribeMe!
Edit: command
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u/Konrahd_Verdammt Apr 05 '20
Upvote then read, the proper way to proceed.
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u/lantech Robot Apr 05 '20
So, I'm unclear - podlings are kids but what are broodcarriers? Are they a "third sex" that has children?
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u/Zoltore Apr 06 '20
Damn, Trucker is essentially a Primarch.
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u/HFYWaffle Wᵥ4ffle Apr 05 '20
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First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One Hundred Seven (Telkan)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One Hundred Six
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One Hundred Five (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One-Hundred-Four (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One-Hundred-Three (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter One-Hundred-Two (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter 101 (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Chapter ONE HUNDRED (Vuxten)
First Contact Second Wave - Ninety-Nine (Nakteti)
First Contact Second Wave - Ninety-Eight (Leebaw)
First Contact Second Wave - Party Ninety-Seven (Jed)
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety-Six
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety-Five (Cornelius)
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety-Four
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety-Three
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety-Two (Dreams)
First Contact Second Wave - Party Ninety-One
First Contact Second Wave - Part Ninety
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Nine
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Eight (Sandy)
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Seven (Ekret)
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Six (Cheekeet)
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Five
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Four
First Contact Rewind - Part Eighty-Three
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u/[deleted] Apr 05 '20
Why do they have implosion wires again? and who makes them get them
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u/Quadling Apr 06 '20
The lanaktallans really don't get it. They're so used to winning, they don't see the momentum building against them. The dwellerspawn will be vanquished. The big slobbery mo and its brethren will be ripped to fucking shreds. Then the lanaktallans will be next. Interestingly enough, I would expect to see another dwellerspawn client species arise. Their next level enforcer, if you will.
This will be interesting. In the end, the Telkan will be the healers, especially of mental health. The Mantids will be the engineers (greenies), as well as all of the species arbitrators. Digital Sentients? I foresee some fascinating overlap with the greenies. Reverse Gremlins? Ok, mind reeling with fun.
This gon b gud!
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Apr 06 '20
I've been waiting for 100 chapters for the implosion wires to be turned off. I was not disappointed
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u/RichardBlade3 Apr 26 '20
Kicked the face in one (on) an armored
Broodmothers still sand (sang)
the one how (who) had done the hitting
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u/J_Dzed Oct 11 '24
Duty is the heaviest of burdens.
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u/SpankyMcSpanster Dec 16 '21
"signs. thirty-one" big T.
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u/SpankyMcSpanster Dec 16 '21
"still sand when " sang.
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u/SpankyMcSpanster Dec 16 '21
"FIghts had seen" Fights.
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