The Officer, Theologian and Yellow Mage stood at the entrance to the
Bunker Network, hestiating. They had a solid plan for escaping
this Alll-Mer forsaken island but it involved getting past that flame-thrower
wielding Sylvian Marriage below them. After no small amount of cajoling from
his fellow Survivors, the Officer was eventually convinced to try and pull rank on the
pyromaniacal monstrosity. The cowardly Bremen swigged the last of his beer and
strode down the concrete steps towards the overpowering stench of burning
gasoline and blood.
With the papist and oriental witch following nervously behind, the Officer
blew upon his bugle and raised his voice at the masked war-machine. "At attention! Soldier, identify yourself immediately."
A pause.
The Officer's blood ran cold as ice as those emotionless windows of
soot-covered glass stared him down. For a moment he was sure that flamethrower would be turned on him, burning his flesh to the bone. But then the
Dragon Coin he kept in his pocket grew warm. He had looted the artefact months prior from a Xuanyuanese priestess who claimed it brought good fortune to those who carried it. It hadn't stopped his men from bayonetting the screaming woman to death.
But now there was a change in the air. An invisible thumb pressing down on
the scales of fate.
"Military designation 1-1-5-7. Standing orders - sanitisation of abominable
organisms."
The three Survivors released an audible sigh of relief. Straightening his
back, the Officer informed the Sylvian Marriage that there was an
"abominable organism" in the Courtyard of the
Bremen Fort that needed to be "sanitised". The towering
soldier released a gravelly affirmation and strode up the stairs towards the
unknown entity the Survivors had heard earlier. Soon came the sounds of
a violent battle erupting above them: the deafening report of automatic
gunfire, the roar of a flamethrower and ground-shaking explosions.
The Survivors didn't stick around to see who won.