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Chapter 250: Running Man

Uncharted Forest

"Goddamn it!" Drake cursed as he worked the bolt of his rifle after shooting an Orc of the back of a wind wolf. "Can't they just give it up already?"

Slow grunted in agreement as he humped his MG and climbed over a tree root with a panicking ASAG behind him. He braced his MG 1 against the root and sweep fired a long burst into the foliage forcing the obviously modern tactics trained Orcs scuttling for cover.

A heavy volley of return fire hammered the surroundings of Drake and Slow, blowing large holes out of the trees and roots. Asagi the little golem flailed its fore limbs wildly in the air and tried to bury itself as deep as it could in the recesses of the tree roots which it was taking cover at.

Wood chips and splinters rained all over Drake and Slow as they ducked under the heavy barrage. "Slow, get back!" Drake yelled as he braced himself and popped up, firing his bolt action at a couple of Orcs running forward over the support of cover fire.

He caught a glance of his shot bowling over one of the crouching running Orcs before he ducked down from the fury of heavy shells blowing away at his cover.

"Ahhh!" Drake cried as the bits of wood and moss exploded all around him and he quickly threw himself down to the dirt and crawled rapidly away as his cover got shot up to hell. "Fuck. This. Shit!"

He scrambled over to another tree just as Slow laid down covering fire from his new perch somewhere behind him. The long rip raw burst of the machine gun contrasted differently from harsh barks of the Orcs' revolver cannons.

Slow yelped as a 20 mm shell clipped him, ripping out a chunk of his pauldron armor. The ripped steel platings under the padded leather and cloth stabbed into his meaty shoulders while hot lead fragments from the 20 mm shell splattered over his face and neck. "OWW!"

He ducked down and brushed away the burning fragments from his face, cursing and swearing as he did. He eyed Asagi hiding under the tree root and gave it a kick. "Get out now! MOVE!"

The spider golem wobbled in fright and skittled off wildly as the Orcs fired at any movement they spotted. If it has a voice it would have squeaked in fear as it ran off with a trail of exploding shell impacts and disappeared into the foliage. Slow gave a puff of relief as he saw Asagi safety gone before he stood up and exchanged fire back with Orcs, yelling out a war cry. "WAAAARRRRH!"

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Orwell's Point, Temporary Airbase

Iskal had worked under three different masters over the nine years since he became a slave. He had a simple life, working on his parent's farm in a small village when it was razed by raiders.

His parents were old and hence ignored while he, being a young and healthy man, was taken by the raiders to be sold. After that, he was traded here an there like livestock, and any ignorance, pride, free will and defiance thoughts were beaten out of him till he only learned to obey the whip.

He could only dare dream of freedom when he was cuddled together for warmth with dozens of other browbeaten slaves at night. But suddenly all that has changed!

A strange army suddenly attacked the city he was in with his master. He was working as a porter under his merchant master, tasked to carry out mindless tasks of carrying goods from the trade markets to the warehouses and back daily.

He and the other slaves were suddenly awoken by loud thunderclaps and flashes of light in the night. Peering out of the cracks in the hovels, they saw fire and smoke in the city. And the next day, a proclamation that the city of Orwell's Point was now under the control of the United Nations, a nation no one has ever heard of!

Even stranger and wondrous was that the strangely dressed soldiers appeared and declared that slavery will be outlawed and anyone breaking the law would be dealt with harshly!

Suddenly, he and the others were freed. The heavy rusty iron collars were struck off from their necks, some who wear the same collar for years had sores and rust stains like tattoos over their necks and collars.

But with this new found freedom, Iskal was suddenly afraid of facing the world. He and the others had only known a life of pain and following orders. When to work, when to eat, when to sleep, even when to relief themselves.

He has no idea how to survive with the freedom he has now, or even how to find food. Some others even returned to their old masters and begged them to take them in again as they did not know what to do with their new life at all.

The newer slaves were better off as they still held on to some traces of their previous lives. some left, others found work or started their own work in the city.

At first, Iskal thought that the new overlords will treat them like slaves but to his surprise, they provided food, shelter, and medical care for them. And in the first time after many years. he felt almost respectable again.

Luckily the new overlords offered jobs for those slaves too confused and unable to integrate themselves back to society and Iskal had taken up the offer. Food and shelter were provided and so was pay.

His new masters had them working on a field nearby the city, digging and flattening the ground before laying crushed rocks and black pitch over the area, forming a long rectangle road that was so wide that ten wagons could line up side by side!

He and the others had no idea what they were doing and why would their new overlords want something, like a road and yet not a road to be built in the middle of no way that doesn't link to anyplace.

And that wasn't all when the first flying monsters came, everyone in the city was frightened by the constant roars it made and when it landed by the sea, people came out!

Iskal was both frightened and amazed by what everyone was calling those as God Flying Chariots as only the power of Gods could make men fly in the skies which seemed to amuse the soldiers greatly.

Now he sat with a group of other ex slaves, enjoying an afternoon meal of freshly baked bread and smoked meat next to the half cylindrical shed that they were building at the side of the 'not a road' road when they heard the roars of the God Chariots approaching from the skies.

He looked up in wonder as not one but five of those God Chariots appeared and they did a loop over before coming down on the 'not a road' road. Iskal's eyes lit up as he realized the purpose of the 'not a road' road was finally for. It was for those God Chariots to land!

The roars of the God Chariots slowly died down one by one as they moved towards the half cylindrical sheds and tiny figures appeared from it while other men in colorful uniforms ran up to them pushing a small ladder over.

And once again, not for the first time or anything soon, Iskal felt grateful and amazed by his new overlords for the changes and wonders they had brought over to Orwell's Point.

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Uncharted Forest

Asagi the spider golem skittled madly over the foliage and roots of the forest as it ran in panic. Despite not having any audio receivers, it can perceive noise from the vibrations of its carapace and the loud sounds had frightened it.

Its core programming had a subroutine check which makes it take preventive measures to protect itself from dangers and it is currently abiding by this rule. It turned back now and then from escape as it ran through the forest, trying to catch a glimpse of its handler.

It paused after running for over ten minutes were the loud noises were no longer loud, just echos from the forest. It hopped able on its legs as it looked around for its handler but couldn't see him and its tiny processor brain went into overdrive as it decided what to do next.

It seemed frustrated and it circled around on the spot while waving its forelimbs around in agony when it suddenly picked up some strange new contacts in its immediate surroundings that sounded huge and heavy approach.

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Drake dropped his spent Magelock rifle as a wind wolf with an Orc wearing a mixture of leather and iron armor riding on it loomed up from his side. He quickly drew his Single Action revolver and snapped off a few shots at the triumphant expression on the Orc who quickly turned to anguish as the bullets hammered against the Orc's center of mass.

He ducked and rolled from the snapping jaws and swipes from the claws of the wind wolf and emptied the remaining chamber of his revolver at the face of the wolf which flinched back from the painful blows.

Drake quickly ran and reloaded his rifle on the move, making sure to keep his head down as the Orcs spotted him and fired at his direction.

He suddenly cried out as a spent bullet hammered against his rear ballistic plate and knocked him face down onto the dirt floor painfully. He gasped for air as the bullet had knocked the air out of his lungs and he laid there painfully for a while before managing to recover himself.

Slow suddenly appeared next to him and without a word, he scooped Drake up to his feet and growled as they found themselves surrounded from all sides by Orcs and wolves with bloodlust in their eyes.

"Ahh... fuck..." Drake gasped as he leaned against the side of Slow. He drew his combat knife out from his harness while Slow did the same with his sword bayonet, his machine gun had long ago ran out of ammunition. "Come get some you fat bastards!"

The ring of Orcs suddenly parted to allow a garishly dressed Orc which reminded Drake of some of those red coats in those historical dramas he watched with the rest. The Orc was wearing a crimson red high collar jacket with yellow trims on the collar and sleeves. It sat on a wind wolf and wore a pair of black riding leathers and boots with metal inserts.

A revolver cannon rifle sat in a holster before its right leg next to the saddle while the Orc held the reins of the wolf with its gloved left hand.

"By order of the Marshal, you are now prisoners of the Cabal!" The Orc loudly proclaimed. "Give up your weapons and we will let you live soft skin..."

Drake spat and instead went low on a combat stance. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and your Marshal and your Cabal pals!"

The Orc's expression darkened and he gestured, "The Marshal said to bring you alive, but he didn't say in how many pieces."

"Kill the Oerkin and cut off all the limbs of the soft skin, but keep him alive for the Marshal. It will be our offering to our dead brothers!" The red coat Orc growled.

"WAARGGHHHHH!" The Orcs roared in glee and charged just as something heavy shook the land causing everyone to pause. "-Gahh?"

Stomps of something massive grew louder and louder while the ground trembled more with each stomp had the Orcs and Marines looking around in fright and confusion. Cracks of trees snapping and toppling could be heard as the monster approached and the red-coated Orc jerked the reins of his wolf, making it backpedal just as a massive shadow crushed through the trees and everyone looked upon the monster with horror.

"MONSTERR!"


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Chapter 251: My Mech is Fight!

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Uncharted Forest

Corporal Clove pulled the control sticks back in reflex with a creature dashed out from the foliage before his mech, barely stopping in time from crushing the tiny thing with its armored feet.

"Clove!" The mech commander yelled out, annoyed by his driving. "What the fark was that for?"

"Sorry, Sarge!" Clove apologized. "Something just ran in front of us and I braked to prevent running it over!"

"What?" Sergeant Sath frowned as he manipulated the cameras mounted forward of the MAW to see what was in front, only to see a spider like creature crouching before them. "What in the world is that?"

"Sarge... isn't that an ASAG unit?" The turret gunner cried out as he peered through the gunsights on the spider golem. "What is that unit doing out here all alone?"

"Fark me if I know!" Sath cried out. He turned to the rear monitors seeing the rest of the convoy had stopped and been waiting behind when the radio crackled.

"Zero One to Zero Two, What's the hold up ahead?" Their Platoon commander asked.

"Zero Two, erm, we have an A S A G in front of us," Sath reported and he undogged the hatch over his head and climbed out. "Please advise, over!"

"Zero One, what? An ASAG?" The disbelief in the tone was clear from the commander over the radio.

"Zero Two, that is an affirmative and that thing seems to be trying to get our attention on something!" Sath reported as he watched the spider golem bouncing up and down urgently while using its forelimbs and gesturing deeper towards the forest.

"Zero One to Two, standby!"

The mech platoon commander's Lieutenant came over on foot while Sath and the gunner had climbed down and stood next to the ASAG which seemed to be going into a fit from all the bouncing and jerking it was doing.

"Which unit is it from?" The Lieutenant asked as he watched the strange antics of the spider golem. "Is it damaged or something?"

"Hmmm, looks like it's from 2nd Battalion from its markings," Sath replied as he crouched next to the ASAG. "They are sort of sentient, maybe this unit had its brains or something damaged?"

"But why is it all the way out here?" The Lieutenant looked around their surroundings while frowning. "Could 2nd Battalion lost an ASAG?"

"It looks battle scarred," Sath rubbed the pockmarks of bullet impacts on the armored hull of the ASAG which was pulling at his uniform and gesturing towards the west. "Strange..."

"You hear that?" The gunner, Lance Corporeal Moote asked as he gestured everyone to stay quiet while readying his cut down M2 Magesplitter carbine. "There!"

"Sounds like ... thunder?" Sath frowned. "No, wait, that's gunfire!"

The ASAG seemed to understand their words as it ran towards the direction of the distant rumblings and gestured at them.

"Is there an Operation here that we do not know of?" The Lieutenant frowned. "Fark this, button up! Let's follow the little one!"

He ran back to his unit while Sath and Moote climbed back onto theirs. "Zero One to all units, hold and dig in for possible combat!"

"Zero Three to hold position, Two, follow that ASAG!!"

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Clove piloted the mech as best as he could around the trees while trying to keep his eye on the ASAG which was smaller, nimbler and faster in the forest compared to his hulking five meters tall mech.

The mech smashed through tree branches in its way as it moved over roots and Sath yelled, "Be careful of the tree branches! I don't want you to damage the gun barrels before we even get to use them!"

"Yes, boss..." Clove whispered under his breath as he fought the controls to keep the mech from toppling over the roots. "Damn trees!"

As he crossed one specifically huge specimen of an ever blue tree, he spotted the ASAG waving urgently with its tiny arms as if telling them something. "Sarge?"

"Yea, I saw that!" Sath replied. "I think we are near! The external pickups are not picking up any more sounds of gunfire. We might be either too late or the party is over!"

"Zero Two to One, approaching contact zone!" Sath reported as he nodded to the gunner, Moote to arm the guns. "Alright, boys, lock and load!"

The MAW has a crew of seven, the pilot, the mech commander, turret gunner, two loaders, and a gun each on the side hull with the single .50 caliber machine gun in ball turrets. The left and right ball gunners removed the safeties from their guns and swung the ball turret powered by electric motors around, making sure the controls were working smoothly.

The ASAG crept up to a tree and peeked over which was quite amusing to the crews of the mech as it helped scouted the way. It suddenly shot its body back and hopped madly in place while gesturing its larger cousins to move in.

"Zero One to Two," The radio spoke. "Proceed with caution! If any friendlies are under fire, you have weapons free!"

"Zero Two, copy that!" Sath replied. "You heard the boss! Go!"

Clove grinned as he finally had his wish come true. He had earlier armed the head mounted pilot controlled twin .50 cals machine guns and was gearing to go into battle with guns blazing.

He pushed the mech forward, and the six legs responded, covering the distance easily and not long a strange scene appeared on his right as he sort of over shot the distance.

A ring of Orcs was standing or mounted on wolves surrounding what appeared to be two Marines with their backs against a tree. They all stared wild eyed directly at the suddenly appearing mech which Clove could see the shocked slack jaws of the Orcs to the firearms in their hands clearly on his monitor.

One of the Orcs in red riding a wolf yelled something while the two Marines suddenly dived down flat and Clove grinned as he turned the facing of his mech towards the group of Orcs.

The turret whined as Moote swung the gun towards the Orcs and Sath ordered, "Fifties only! Gunner! Load HE and standby! The rest fire!"

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"Aye! Load HE!" The loaders repeated and they hoisted a 3" shell with a thick yellow band on the shell's body to indicate its load type. One of them shoved the shell into the opened breech of the 3" gun while the order dropped a powder bag behind and they rammed both into the gun before closing the breech. "LOADED!"

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As the loaders were working, Clove on hearing his Sarge's order to fire, he sighted his forward facing guns at the crowd of gawking Orcs and squeezed the red trigger on his control sticks, sending bright yellow-white tracers flickering out towards the surprised Orcs just the gunners on the side ball turrets fired as well.

The standing bodies of the Orcs suddenly blew apart and seemed to be snatched off by an invisible hand as the tracers through them. Even the wind wolves which had a natural barrier of wind to protect themselves couldn't last even two seconds under the onslaught of heavy firepower.

Drake and Slow kept their heads down as blood rained all over them as the bodies of the Orcs were flung away with gaping holes and missing body parts.

Those lucky enough to survive the opening barrage screamed in fear and ran, following the red coated Orc whom he abandoned his wolf and ran, keeping himself as low to the ground as possible as the dirt ground around the running Orcs were churned up into the air from the .50 cal impacts.

Clove laughed madly in the cockpit and pushed his mech forward to close up the distance between his unit and the retreating Orcs as the visibility among the trees were less than ten meters.

The high powered .50 caliber guns plowed through the Orcs like paper targets, the side turrets swung left and right as they chased the Orcs into the cover of the trees which shook madly from the heavy impacts, sending leaves and twigs raining down over the screaming and dying Orcs.

Some of the braver Orcs tried to return fire, only to be chewed up by unit Zero One as they came in to join the fray from the flanks. As the Orcs dispersed, it became harder to hit any Orcs as they took cover behind the trees and roots.

"Gunner!" Sath called out as he highlighted a spot with his laser designator on his fire control screen, "Fire on my point!"

Moote swung the gun turret to the point where Sath has lasered, "Mark!"

"FIRE!" Sath ordered.

Moote squeezed the butterfly trigger of the 3" gun and the weapon roared, spitting the HE shell out towards the cluster of Orcs cowering behind the trees. Less than a second, the shell buried itself three centimeters into the tree bark before the crashed nose cone of the shell broke the fire runes inside and ignited the bursting charge.

The explosive snapped the hundred year old tree into half and flung splinters everywhere while toppling over. The Orcs hidden nearby were flattened by the blast while blood leaked out from their orifices. Others had splinters piercing into their bodies while their eardrums were ruptured from the exploded HE shell. Those nearest to the blast barely were barely recognized as anything living, leaving behind piles of steaming blood and gore.

The shell shocked Orcs wandered about in a daze only to be cut down by the .50 cal gunfire before the Lieutenant ordered a ceasefire.

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Drake covered in blood, coughed from the thick blood iron smell in the air and retched as he kept his eyes away from the piles of broken limbs and gore around him. He ignored his surroundings, only picking up his weapons before stumbling away from the scene of carnage to puke properly.

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Slow followed behind while shaking his head at how easily these Orcs which had chased them for so long were just snuffed out in a matter of seconds!

He too kept his glance away from the gore, carefully threading his way over the blood while collecting his weapon before he joined Drake who was puking his guts out and patted Asagi fondly on its 'head'.

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"Fark me!" Sath whispered as he looked at the blood spattered all over the forest from the inside of the mech. "This is unbelievable!"

Clove grinned and cheered, "Woooo, we kicked ass!"

"We did more than kick ass!" Sath whispered. "Fark, I pray we are not the unlucky guys assigned to go through all that... shit..."

"Oh..." Clove paused in his delight as the words sank in. "Fark..."

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The clearing team retched and vomited as they went through the dismembered corpses and gore, collecting weapons and any intel from the previous owners. Even with masks on, the thick odor of blood made the men sick as they hurriedly checked and cleared the surroundings.

They found several Orcs still barely alive, their regenerative abilities had already kicked in. Dozens and dozens of Orcish firearms were recovered and the one they identified as the leader of the Orcs in that red coat was not found among the dead or dying.

The Lieutenant stood over the two Marines they just saved as they reported their situation and frowned as he heard about the part where they shot the hooman deserter but he seemed to be still even getting hit twice.

"Well. hitch a ride with one of the trucks," the Lieutenant said. "I will relay the information over directly to HQ and see what is their response. For now, get some rest, you two look like shit!"

Drake n Slow gratefully accepted the offer and climbed up to one of the trucks and fell asleep almost immediately squeezing between the stacked crates of supplies.

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Clove patted the side of his mech and grinned, "Good girl! You fight awesomely!"

"HAHAHAHAA! My mech is fight!"


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