05-11-2007, 12:13 PM
"Two minutes until Full Acceleration."
Auspex disregarded the generator and turned his senses to the air. Mortar smoke had willowed through the forestry, flooding the trenches. The Troopers outlines faded to white. It smelled heavy, gun-powder-packing thick.
Another odor entered his nostrils. A sweet, cloying musk that burned through smoke like a candle to wax. He detected pockets, between the rolling punch of smoke and the wind caressing his armor. He knew its perverted essence.
Auspex walked back to the Generator hub. Accompanied with four Troopers, he languished underneath the Emerald, turning his armor ghostly nightshade. He pretended to recheck the temperature gauges. He ran diagnostics of the ventillation system. No matter how hard he tried, a sense of boredom ran through his mind.
'Third line hasn't even fired a shot.' A Trooper said. 'All the damn factions are fighting each other, stupid bastards.'
Another nodded. 'With luck we'll slip out in no time.'
"Two more minutes and everyone will collapse their positions. Every living Chamberlain must commit to killing whatever is sitting inside Foxies Domain, or die in the process, because we only have one shot at this."
'No problem sir. She only wishes she was one of us.'
'Or she's making out with that captive boyfriend of hers.'
Auspex shook his head as they laughed. Viruses yes, but men nonetheless...[/i]