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While their efforts to succeed in dissuading several further attempts by the submarines to launch more cruise missiles at Reich cities, minimal casualties are inflicted upon the submarines, who simply descend deeper into the ocean depths to avoid detection and retaliation. They bide their time, innovating new methods of attack...
Zombie king and United Utrikite States
The stench would only become worse as they are blasted by concentrated fire from the troopers, who aim for the legs to disable their movement and render them a non-threat. The figure moves in a blur, tossing the lightsaber like a saw through the shambling undead before hacking and slashing with a ferocious grace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2quc-iQ96R0
What it feels like when your [relatively] small raid force somehow warrants the use of the entire Utrikite Space Navy.
Zombie king and United Utrikite States
[wait what? So the higher ups won't know that some captain is outfitting a New Man assassin to kill a Yuri and Arranu expedition in order to gain favor with the immortal god-land?]
Zombie king and United Utrikite States
A landmass appears close in the east of Utrikite. Signals from it can be detected with most of them being propaganda and communist music.
Utrikitian optics could also notice large amounts of surface naval ships and space ships though they remain at their ports and space stations.
Zombie king and United Utrikite States
Several coastal cannons lock onto the fleet while Gatling Turrets of various calibers spin up in preparation.
To the Yuris it would seem their old enemy, the Soviet Union, has arrived, or some version of it at least.
As the weapons lock on, the Yuris issue a warning transmission in their trademarked raspy voice.
"Unidentified Soviet task force, you are entering Yuri territory. Explain your purpose and halt your entry or you will be regarded as hostile and fired upon."
Once the coordinates are sent a Mi-17 helicopter lands at them, the doors open and 10 sailors come out with soviet style helmets and after them walked out an elderly man with small pipe sort of things coming from one part of his head and going to another. A small smile came upon his face.
"Ah... the psychic lenins..", he'd chuckle slightly
The security team gives a wide berth to the landing Soviets, with a designated, robed diplomat Yuri awaiting the admiral. He cocks his head to the side in minor confusion.
"I partially understand your reference, Admiral Sevchenko, but I do not understand your familiarity with my people. Have you encountered us once before? Pardon my brusqueness, I am Yuri unit 23-9A47, otherwise known as Horace."
He'd give a slight salute.
"I represent the Olkarian People's Democratic Soviet States. Over a hundred years ago we were on what I presume is... the place we are once more on. At the time we occupied Arranu and refered to you as the Psychic Lenin's and occasionally worked with you or against your kind. I was only a young man at the time."
"Our records do not show any interactions with... Olkarians. Then again, this Warden World has a penchant for procuring alternate versions of the same nation. I hope our forebears left a favorable impression. Would you like to come inside for a more secure introduction and explanation?"
As he approached he'd feel a hand grip his throat and pull him forward. In a matter of seconds he'd be infront of the throne where the at least 10ft figure sat motionless.
The voice heard in his head earlier now louder and intoxicating spoke psychically
" to shara tolma stekontai brosta mou", the voice says though after a few moments it'd realize Otto didn't speak his tongue.
"You are not of here...", it'd state as numerous candles it up the inside of the cathedral showcasing the skeletons and thousands of inactive troops. Behind Otto stood the horseman from outside though he just seemed to watch the interaction.
"Your people were destroyed.", he'd simply say.
He'd nod to the request to come inside.
Once inside he'd clear his throat.
"Back then though our technology was better for us. We could clone ourselves and others, advanced combat robots, rejuvenation treatments and advanced cybernetics. We've lost it all.."
Hm who knew lol
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