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A Brewing Storm

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Nothing but the sound of a blizzard could be heard during this seemingly peaceful night on Orto Plutonia. The entire planet was an icy desert, it was home to the native Talz and large quantities of narglatches. But there was another group who had recently moved to the planet. The Sixth Battlaion.

The Sixth Battalion had spiked someone's interest, and that's exactly why Iris Tyrad was there, at one of their military depots. From an advantage position on a ridge, adjacent to the large compound, Iris got a clear view of the extensive security around the base. Impressive. Still, wouldn't be a problem for Iris who was equipped with his BFM Mech Suit.

"The storms picking up." Iris would whisper to himself, ready to start doing what he loved.

The mission at hand was to cause absolute havoc in the base, then tape the protocols and mobalisation time of the Sixth Battalion's forces. And with this heavy snow storm inbound, it would be easy. In and out before they even realised what hit them.


Interrupting the quiet of the night, two of the four projectiles were launched from the BFM's missile pod, the target, a stack of crates. If the guards hadn't heard the missiles being launched, they definitely heard them hit. Flames lit the sky as the missiles exploded, catapulting shrapnel in every direction. But there was no time to admire his handiwork, as there was more carnage for Iris to cause.

Using the motor driven legs of the Mech, Iris sprinted towards the fence of the compound, churning up and cracking ice as each leg hit the ground. The floor shook, as if a stampede was approaching, but this stampede would stop for nothing.

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