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*radio crackles indistincively. A hazy screen lights up. Vague images can be seen. The image moves from left to right. The source obviously is a helmet-mounted camera from an Imperial Scout unit. Bodies can be seen lying in puddles of blood - some decapitated. Vague screams can be heard. The Imperial Command watching the screen shudders in horror as they realise they are looking at a crack commando unit that was turned into a pile of gore. A panicked voice is heard whispering:*
"Captain Melacci speaking. I do not know whether this message will reach anyone in command. Our communication signals appear to be actively jammed. We were doing a regular recon mission and stumbled upon a Robot Training Camp. Our initial intel showed it to be a tiny camp with minimal guardings. We went in to investigate. Took out the few robot guards easily. Moved in more and discovered a cage inside a laboratory filled with chirpies. Sergeant Nobby Nobbs set them free in a deed of compassion. It was a bad mistake. These birds were being genetically altered by the Robots in order to trick us. Inform the colonists. They must act befAAAAAAAAAH".
The camera at this point got hit by a shower of blood. For one instant a tiny little beak could be seen. Then the signal got lost.
We were able to remotely download a picture from a camera of one of the scouts:
We also received a picture of some plans the robots had. Though covered in blood, we were able to decipher the date November 14th. We do believe this is when the attack will be launched.
We call on YOU, pioneers of the new world to help us eradicate the chirpy thread before it hits. We shall meet Nov 13th, 8 PM CET sharp at Cape Corinth from where we will set out with minimalistic weaponry (this in order to prevent likely casualties from helping the chirpies obtain guns). All chirpies encountered should be wiped out.
As an interesting side effect, scientists will accompany the braves who set off to battle the threat in order to see whether large numbers of people hunting the same MOBs might affect the average loot returned by such MOBs.
Imperial Command out.
"Captain Melacci speaking. I do not know whether this message will reach anyone in command. Our communication signals appear to be actively jammed. We were doing a regular recon mission and stumbled upon a Robot Training Camp. Our initial intel showed it to be a tiny camp with minimal guardings. We went in to investigate. Took out the few robot guards easily. Moved in more and discovered a cage inside a laboratory filled with chirpies. Sergeant Nobby Nobbs set them free in a deed of compassion. It was a bad mistake. These birds were being genetically altered by the Robots in order to trick us. Inform the colonists. They must act befAAAAAAAAAH".
The camera at this point got hit by a shower of blood. For one instant a tiny little beak could be seen. Then the signal got lost.
We were able to remotely download a picture from a camera of one of the scouts:
We also received a picture of some plans the robots had. Though covered in blood, we were able to decipher the date November 14th. We do believe this is when the attack will be launched.
We call on YOU, pioneers of the new world to help us eradicate the chirpy thread before it hits. We shall meet Nov 13th, 8 PM CET sharp at Cape Corinth from where we will set out with minimalistic weaponry (this in order to prevent likely casualties from helping the chirpies obtain guns). All chirpies encountered should be wiped out.
As an interesting side effect, scientists will accompany the braves who set off to battle the threat in order to see whether large numbers of people hunting the same MOBs might affect the average loot returned by such MOBs.
Imperial Command out.