Another menial scrap-hunt for the base, with lackluster results. You’ve been working as a scav for quite some time now, still managing to survive between the unending tide of war between the triagonal offensive between the Europan defense line, Eurasian spearhead And the Euraskan flank, all for the damned plot of land for the City of Lost Angels. You couldn’t care less who’s getting stomped on, as long as it isn’t you.

Getting to the track back to the base, you notice a clear silence in the air. Unusual, even This far away from the conflict point. Looking around a bit closer, you notice signs of struggle on the ground, pretty recent too. There used to be a patrol here…

You proceed cautiously forward, spotting spent bullet casings littered all over the ground towards the way out of the deep concrete trenches. You slowly trudge forward, looking to the sides And thinking it’s an ambush. You thought that maybe just running for the exit was the best plan right now, And turning around the corner;

You saw the devil finishing it’s meal.

At least 5 times Your height alone stood an imposing visage of a battle mech, freshly dumping out a bloodied skeleton of it’s past victim from the corpse carrier on it’s back, before dropping a body of another inside. The airtight seal pressurized the one inside, before you saw it turn towards you, a row of mismatched glowing red teeth And eyes peering from beneath a reinforced hatch on top of it’s bulky torso.

TARGET ACQUISITIONED