LCpl.Durchdenwald reports something odd on watch in the predawn hours: a vibrant red streak across the sky with a linear color fade that transitions down to orange, at the lower portion of the element was a reflective chrome that shot the colors back upward and onto the streak-
After supper, everyone but my sentry went to bed. I was asleep and dreaming. In my dream, I saw a man in a white robe who laid his hand on my shoulder and said "You will prevail." Then the man dropped ammunition in my lap and gave me a dusty, old Winchester model 1873.
From time to time I can feel the passing, biting touch of an immense breath coming from beyond the Plain, like the short panting of an oppressed world.
Listening to the Kabelsalat emitting low, soft electric pops and krackles, the Wire-Daemons want to come forth. I can almost feel it, like a thought trying to form on the edge of consciousness.
I chopper up to firebase Cate, opposite the mountain that holds the Kompact Megafo centre within it. Watching as Spooky Four-One reigns down howitzer on the Tengu production mine within. The bombardment shook the earth, I felt my DNA shake. The bombing followed by particle —
Tengu strike groups initiated their attack along the extended front at 0200 hrs, 17/10. Since the area was heavily mined by the enemy, we could not descend on the road from all points. Instead, we moved down a number of mtn. arroyos. These arroyos were safe since—
Tiermutter had become brilliantly clever at normal disguise and an expert tactician in matters of survival. He had also become an authentic monster, with no true feelings except hatred and no real goals except complete Wire destruction. Invaluable to our fight.
His mother and his vater, whoever he might have been, had created a creature with a wonderfully devious brain in a marvelously resilient body. Fate then had turned Tiermutter into a shrewd cunning animal, trapped and badly wounded. By the time he reached the White Fortress —
The psychic toll and feeling the weight of the world’s collective bad conscious drives me to fulfill my work of Wire-phantasm liquidation with relentless perseverance.
We’re in a dirty game governed by rules none of us enjoy(except Tiermutter)but we keep struggling away, always hoping that what we achieve may one day eliminate the bloody necessity of others having to follow in our rotten footsteps.
Menacements traipsing at the edge of the Plain. I catch faint reflective, chrome glimmers. Smiling, I dial in their coordinates and send Kamakazi Mech. Peregrine Precision bomb to obliterate them.
Trying to relax in my chamber yet, I cannot cease my mental fight, nor can my Excisor sleep in my hand till we have eliminated all Wire-daemon on the White Fortress’s Plain where the final battle proceeds.