digibutter.nerr

[Twytch]

Francis's fortress of Nerr-itude was unusually silent, the sounds of busy Meow-Maids fixing Nibble-Ums and Starship X-Naut blasting at full volume grinded to a halt. The sound of a chopper in the distance broke the silence, followed by a string of supply trucks with large objects under a heavy tarp appearing in the pixelated distance.. All at once, armed soldiers exited the Fort, stationing themselves at various points outside. They wore full face balaclavas, kevlar vests, and all looked equally alert. The helicopter hovered over the scene, the loud screeching of a microphone leading to an announcement by a recorded message. The voice was female, and extremely calm and business-like. The voice also had a faint British accent.

"This is an announcement from the Praying Mantis PMC. Recently called to transfer governmental control in this sector by an anonymous individual, Praying Mantis used ArmsTech IRVING unmanned vehicles and the latest in military technology, Praying Mantis has declared strict civilian guidelines and an imposed curfew taking effect no later than Midnight, in local time. Those caught breaking curfew are subject to immediate execution upon site. We thank you for your cooperation, and hope you consider the Praying Mantis PMC Solution to all of your future combat needs."

The helicopter hovered in the air, before landing next to the Fort as the Supply Trucks unloaded strange looking, massive crates inside. One soldier stood outside, by himself and on guard.

[MsDevin92]

"What the heck...?"

[Twytch]

The soldier noticed her, walking forward. "Hey, you! This is a restricted area!"

[MsDevin92]

[Twytch]

"According to our contract, ma'am, we're authorized to infiltrate and restore order to any live fire war zone. And pardon me, but look at any fighting here and tell me that doesn't qualify as a full scale war."

[MsDevin92]

:/

"It's not constant, though. And just because it seems like A war doesn't mean you can make it YOUR war."

[Twytch]

He stepped forward, his hand on his rifle tightening.

"Tell that to our employer. Personally, I don't give a damn who wins or not, as long as I leave with my pay."

[MsDevin92]

"Well, it's thanks to jerks like YOU that there's constant fighting around here!" D<

[Twytch]

The soldier lowered his gun, grabbing his knife and turning it around to reveal a taser. With a click, there was an electrical buzzing and the back of the knife cackled with electricity.

"Take it up with somebody else."

[MsDevin92]

Devin paused, but then folded her arms.

"Fine. Let me talk to your boss."

[Twytch]

"Nobody enters the premises, no matter what. The Commander is busy."

[Captain Blue]

Ebony heard the bickering between devin and the soldier, and pounced at the chance to start something. He went over and shoved the PMC. "You don't know this woman well, do you? She's one of the most important people in the Bitlands, and denying her access will cause a full-scale uprising, with every single citizen pushing to let her through. I don't think you'd like that. You can't get cash if you kill off every citizen you're supposed to protect."

[Twytch]

"We're not hired to protect civilians. We're hired to win wa-"

In one of the supply trucks an extremely large object suddenly bolted upright, mooing loudly into the air and causing other things to follow it. It stepped out of the truck and when the tarp fell off it, it was revealed to be a Gekko. The soldier quickly ran inside of the Fort, ignoring Devin and Ebony. The Gekko stood in the open, surverying and looking for something not too far away.

[MsDevin92]

"...What the HELL is that?"

[Captain Blue]

"...Devin, get to hiding. This thing is very deadly
and can kill in no time flat. Just let me handle it. I've always wanted to take one down myself.