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“Report”
“47618112 carried out the ambush orders successfully sir. We were able to set off the enemy chad‘s air-medic call and delivered a second ambush via AAR. An enemy Chad not recorded as patrolling through the Demiga Path took was confirmed to have claimed are ambush site by the rearguard. Acting on trust in the accuracy of our intelligence 47618112 decided the unidentified chad had been redeployed from the Hussri‘an picket-line to investigate the air-medic‘s destruction. 617095, our chad’s sniper, eliminated the commanding officer of the enemy Chad to extenuate it‘s deployment at the ambush site. It was believed the reduction of enemy strength at the Hussri‘an picket line would increase the likelihood of a puncture by our forces. We retreated to the extraction site, awaited the planed pick-up time and boarded. During our trip here 47618112 entered a state of increased adrenaline and diminished upper brain function.”
“How did you determine the latter?”
“Another member of the unit, it might have been 784348, was first aware of the commander‘s change in disposition. Bubble were moving beneath the skin of his face and started to burst. He was repeatedly asked if he was alright but showed no response to verbal stimuli. When the bubbles began steaming and venting through his skin he tried to escape his harness.”
“And this is when he was shot?”
“Almost, super. His attempts at escape were violent enough to tip the hull.”
“Did he ever try to unbuckle his restraints?”
“No, super. Other members of the team reached out for the releases but he attacked whoever got close. 817940 had part of his hand bitten off. The pilot yelled back that he couldn‘t correct the flight-path if we kept rocking. Me and some other team members had left our seats to hold the commander down but he broke the arms that reached out for him first. His speed and strength had increased.”
“That‘s when you shot him.”
“Yes-”
“Have you noticed in yourself or any of the other chad members a change in disposition which may be owed to instability exposure?”
“No super.”
Silence bounced off the corners of the room and entered the reporter’s body through his ears, telling him to be nervous.
“9995136 go immediately to station Beo. From there you‘ll ride to another fort. Recount your story and worn them the 47------ line may be unstable. When you return you will be your chad‘s commanding officer. Dismissed.”
9995136 rode on an immense vehicle. Somewhat like a train in shape. 14 stories tall. Immense drills and laser grids at its’ front base chewed or burned through whatever lay in its’ path. Ash mixed with vegetation and dirt spewed from pipe-pumps that spread from its’ top in Y shape. Forests, mountains, lakes =speed-bumps.
During the trip 9995136 contemplated the unsaid things. Then his body demanded attention. Painfully, internal gases stretched his stomach. Not a post-Thanksgiving stretch; his stomach, which had been held in by muscles, ripped the seams of his armor to spread around him before stopping. Looked like he was a cartoon character who’d swallowed a rubber tube. The floor wouldn’t stop tilting away from his feet while he sweated. Slightly mad, afraid of being found, 9995136 jumped into the air. He landed in the forest but his leg broke to catch him. 9995136 hobbled into unknown, humanless jungle to forage hermetic.
The fort he was supposed to’ve warned already showed fire trails in the distance. It had needed warning because it had a high-concentration of the 47------ line.