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The constant shaking of the Argy cargo bay was the only sound adding noise to the room. Loud banging from metallic crates shifted from left to right as the turbulence from outside the vehicle shook everything inside uncomfortably. Their destination was on route to the heart of a death-ridden landscape, Isla De Titan. Within the bay, Michael and the Kopis Ops swayed in their seats, seatbelts unused and bodies stress free, despite the violent thrashing of the Argy. With silence among the group, they each kept themselves busy, checking their weapons over and over, finicking with the clicks and buttons as their weapons were examined for faults. Breaking the silence, a large hologram popped out in front of all of them, frequently spazzing out of control as a face within the hologram established the details of the mission. The loud firm voice of General Vermince spoke to them with a typical generals attitude. "Kopis ops, You are here as a failsafe to find out the fates of Squad B, which vanished off our radars after arriving at Outpost 6. Your mission is to find out the reason for their disappearance, and more importantly, to retrieve the data logs from Outpost 6, just as they were tasked with. Outpost 6 has been abandoned to the weathers of the jungle long ago. Take special caution when entering the facility, as you do not know what may be lurking amongst it. I will send an Argy to pick you up after your mission has been reported back to me successful." With his monologue finished, the hologram vanished, leaving the Kopis Ops to discuss their plan of approach. Michael leaned forward from his seat with a hunched posture, glancing eyes at the 3 of them before speaking.

"Alright guys, we know the forest floor isnt ideal for our traversal, so we must cut our way through from the west-side beach until we reach the backend of the facility. From there, we will split into two's to search for an open door, where we will meet up at the front gates. Once we have regrouped, we will take our time searching for Squad 6, collect their tags and wait for pickup. Anything goes a'wrong you know what to do". Behemus spoke up with a confident unfocused voice "And what are the trophies for today hmm?". Michael responded with a slight distasteful look "General said they do not know. That means be ready for anything." Their brief talk ended once the side doors of the Argy opened, dropping the team onto the sandy beaches to the west. The heat and humidity of the island quickly revealed itself with a crippling sweat and lots of bugs. Entering the jungle was as tedious as it was dangerous, every time they did it. Michael lead the approach with Cephalo and Dizzy close behind him, while Behemus kept low to the ground as they waded forward. After several deployments on his inhuman jungle, the bugs and the heat despite being torture were the least of your worries. Anything from the size of a small gecko to a building sized goliath was able to kill a person here. It made for easy pickings and trophies. That is, if you survived the encounters.

The departure should take about three hours, one of which has already passed since we arrived. The moisture and heat from the sun only stopped once the rain began downpouring on the canopy above. With trees so thick they block the sky from view, its the rain that seeps its way through the branches and pours down on everything bellow. The issue with rain here is that once that happens, visibility disappears with it, leaving only a couple of feet of visible distance. Anything could ambush from anywhere, and you only have a second to respond, or itll end your life. As long-time hunters, rain did not slow the Kopis Ops down, but it did come with its own set of drawbacks. Only after another hour of walking did the rain begin to subside a little, clearing visibility just another few feet. The marching was halted once dizzy hit the floor, calling out to the rest that he had spotted a footprint, fresh and heading in the direction they were heading. "Fellas, we got tracks ere." the team turned to face him with silence. "Dahkavrases, an adult on the move." The 5 fingered claw could be a few species on the island, but none would have such a talon as large as the fifth finger. This made it clear it was from an adult Dahkavrases. The sighting of these creatures is no good sign, and it means the Ops are in their hunting grounds now. As Dizzy examined the track with squinted eyes, he began to follow the tracks ahead, which abruptly came to a stop. None the less, they were heading in the direction of the outpost, and thats what was worrying.

Another hour has passed and the jungles have returned to their usual. The humming of bugs, chirping of birds, and hollering of other native fauna resumed as per usual. The sounds were almost a distraction if you werent used to their repeating tunes over and over. Within a midst of green jungle-scape, the barricade of the outer wall was in sight. Its rusted reds and silvers contrasted with the overgrowths greens and yellows in a decayed display. It was clear the facility was abandoned for a long time, but it was for sure in use. Along the walls and on the mud beneath, more Dahka tracks could be seen printing the metal and the mud. Signs of activity were evident, but the only thing missing was them vocalizing. Words were not needed as Michael instructed the other 3 with signals. His hands quickly changed from shape to shape, telling the team he will split up with Cephalo right, and Behemus will go with Dizzy left.

The teams of 2 went their own ways, searching both outskirts of the facility for an entrance. Each footstep made a soft crunch as leaves and bushes snapped under their weight. It was a never ending tension since you never knew if something would hear you walking about, but that was all part of the job. Michael and Cephalo stumbled across a breach in the wall, pressed down upon by something massive. The collapse of it was large enough to fit them through it with ease. Michael quietly spoke through the comms to the other 2 "Dizzy, Behemus, we found an entry point right of the facility. Head on over to our location as soon as possible. Were going in a few steps further to secure the area". With no delay, Dizzy responded with a fast "on our way capt" before everything returned to silence. As Michael and Cephalo stepped into the front camp, the answers to their mystery Squad B were present. Along the floor were scattered bodies of Lancers, torn to shreds in violent fashion. Limbs and organs were just thrown everywhere like a toddler with his toys. The wreaking stench of the bodies was near unbearable as the wet mud mixed with the pools of blood everywhere. The sight of this grim scene made the two grip their guns tightly. The leather of their gloves making a squeezing noise as they gripped their guns handles. The tension of the scene along with the noise of the jungle made their hearts beat rapidly, until a sudden voice broke the silence. "Hellpp meeee" came a ghastly and scratchy voice in the distance. "heeelllppp meeeee" the voice grew louder and more forceful each time it spoke. Michael slowly approached the point of the voice, just outside the wall of the facility. A trail of blood help guide him to the location of the voice, where he found another torn Lancer, severed through the gut on the wet mud. They remained motionless until suddenly the leaves around the body began to rustle. Branches snapped and leaves crumbled as something was exiting the thick bush near the body. From the other side of the body, suddenly the same voice spoke out once more. Then another, and another, until several copies of the same voice were heard calling at the same time from different locations. It was as if a nightmare had twisted into reality, and your mind was shattered, hearing and seeing things not possible. But this was real, and very dangerous.

Description
The constant shaking of the Argy cargo bay was the only sound adding noise to the room. Loud banging from metallic crates shifted from left to right as the turbulence from outside the vehicle shook everything inside uncomfortably. Their destination was on route to the heart of a death-ridden landscape, Isla De Titan. Within the bay, Michael and the Kopis Ops swayed in their seats, seatbelts unused and bodies stress free, despite the violent thrashing of the Argy. With silence among the group, they each kept themselves busy, checking their weapons over and over, finicking with the clicks and buttons as their weapons were examined for faults. Breaking the silence, a large hologram popped out in front of all of them, frequently spazzing out of control as a face within the hologram established the details of the mission. The loud firm voice of General Vermince spoke to them with a typical generals attitude. "Kopis ops, You are here as a failsafe to find out the fates of Squad B, which vanished off our radars after arriving at Outpost 6. Your mission is to find out the reason for their disappearance, and more importantly, to retrieve the data logs from Outpost 6, just as they were tasked with. Outpost 6 has been abandoned to the weathers of the jungle long ago. Take special caution when entering the facility, as you do not know what may be lurking amongst it. I will send an Argy to pick you up after your mission has been reported back to me successful." With his monologue finished, the hologram vanished, leaving the Kopis Ops to discuss their plan of approach. Michael leaned forward from his seat with a hunched posture, glancing eyes at the 3 of them before speaking.

"Alright guys, we know the forest floor isnt ideal for our traversal, so we must cut our way through from the west-side beach until we reach the backend of the facility. From there, we will split into two's to search for an open door, where we will meet up at the front gates. Once we have regrouped, we will take our time searching for Squad 6, collect their tags and wait for pickup. Anything goes a'wrong you know what to do". Behemus spoke up with a confident unfocused voice "And what are the trophies for today hmm?". Michael responded with a slight distasteful look "General said they do not know. That means be ready for anything." Their brief talk ended once the side doors of the Argy opened, dropping the team onto the sandy beaches to the west. The heat and humidity of the island quickly revealed itself with a crippling sweat and lots of bugs. Entering the jungle was as tedious as it was dangerous, every time they did it. Michael lead the approach with Cephalo and Dizzy close behind him, while Behemus kept low to the ground as they waded forward. After several deployments on his inhuman jungle, the bugs and the heat despite being torture were the least of your worries. Anything from the size of a small gecko to a building sized goliath was able to kill a person here. It made for easy pickings and trophies. That is, if you survived the encounters.

The departure should take about three hours, one of which has already passed since we arrived. The moisture and heat from the sun only stopped once the rain began downpouring on the canopy above. With trees so thick they block the sky from view, its the rain that seeps its way through the branches and pours down on everything bellow. The issue with rain here is that once that happens, visibility disappears with it, leaving only a couple of feet of visible distance. Anything could ambush from anywhere, and you only have a second to respond, or itll end your life. As long-time hunters, rain did not slow the Kopis Ops down, but it did come with its own set of drawbacks. Only after another hour of walking did the rain begin to subside a little, clearing visibility just another few feet. The marching was halted once dizzy hit the floor, calling out to the rest that he had spotted a footprint, fresh and heading in the direction they were heading. "Fellas, we got tracks ere." the team turned to face him with silence. "Dahkavrases, an adult on the move." The 5 fingered claw could be a few species on the island, but none would have such a talon as large as the fifth finger. This made it clear it was from an adult Dahkavrases. The sighting of these creatures is no good sign, and it means the Ops are in their hunting grounds now. As Dizzy examined the track with squinted eyes, he began to follow the tracks ahead, which abruptly came to a stop. None the less, they were heading in the direction of the outpost, and thats what was worrying.

Another hour has passed and the jungles have returned to their usual. The humming of bugs, chirping of birds, and hollering of other native fauna resumed as per usual. The sounds were almost a distraction if you werent used to their repeating tunes over and over. Within a midst of green jungle-scape, the barricade of the outer wall was in sight. Its rusted reds and silvers contrasted with the overgrowths greens and yellows in a decayed display. It was clear the facility was abandoned for a long time, but it was for sure in use. Along the walls and on the mud beneath, more Dahka tracks could be seen printing the metal and the mud. Signs of activity were evident, but the only thing missing was them vocalizing. Words were not needed as Michael instructed the other 3 with signals. His hands quickly changed from shape to shape, telling the team he will split up with Cephalo right, and Behemus will go with Dizzy left.

The teams of 2 went their own ways, searching both outskirts of the facility for an entrance. Each footstep made a soft crunch as leaves and bushes snapped under their weight. It was a never ending tension since you never knew if something would hear you walking about, but that was all part of the job. Michael and Cephalo stumbled across a breach in the wall, pressed down upon by something massive. The collapse of it was large enough to fit them through it with ease. Michael quietly spoke through the comms to the other 2 "Dizzy, Behemus, we found an entry point right of the facility. Head on over to our location as soon as possible. Were going in a few steps further to secure the area". With no delay, Dizzy responded with a fast "on our way capt" before everything returned to silence. As Michael and Cephalo stepped into the front camp, the answers to their mystery Squad B were present. Along the floor were scattered bodies of Lancers, torn to shreds in violent fashion. Limbs and organs were just thrown everywhere like a toddler with his toys. The wreaking stench of the bodies was near unbearable as the wet mud mixed with the pools of blood everywhere. The sight of this grim scene made the two grip their guns tightly. The leather of their gloves making a squeezing noise as they gripped their guns handles. The tension of the scene along with the noise of the jungle made their hearts beat rapidly, until a sudden voice broke the silence. "Hellpp meeee" came a ghastly and scratchy voice in the distance. "heeelllppp meeeee" the voice grew louder and more forceful each time it spoke. Michael slowly approached the point of the voice, just outside the wall of the facility. A trail of blood help guide him to the location of the voice, where he found another torn Lancer, severed through the gut on the wet mud. They remained motionless until suddenly the leaves around the body began to rustle. Branches snapped and leaves crumbled as something was exiting the thick bush near the body. From the other side of the body, suddenly the same voice spoke out once more. Then another, and another, until several copies of the same voice were heard calling at the same time from different locations. It was as if a nightmare had twisted into reality, and your mind was shattered, hearing and seeing things not possible. But this was real, and very dangerous.