The Horde Of Doom
25-12-2006, 19:12
"ATTENTION!"
The figures snapped thier heels, rendering a mechanical salute. The hallway, nearly a mile long, was flanked by soldiers on both sides, all staring forward. Not a sound was made as a lone jeep flew past them. On board the jeep was General Crosier, inspecting the troops around him. They were the best, and all of them were battle tested. Thier armor was very diffrent from the regular Hordian armor, and the troops themselves were only half human.
The whole purpose of Project Franz, and this entire facility, was to create these supersoliders and create the most havoc the world had ever seen. They had basically a blank check, and this underground facility was completely self sufficent. They could survive indefinatly on thier own, and they intended to do just that.
As the jeep passed through a large set of doors at the end of the hall, the soldiers dissapered through many sets of doors, returning to thier work. They checked computers, compiled reports, did experiments, and repaired the facility. They were the perfect soldier.
As the doors closed behind him, General Crosier lept out of his jeep and entered a door on the left. The room was surronded by monitors and inside were seated 6 soldiers all dressed in green rather then the usual grey.
"Gentlemen, whats our situation?" One of the soldiers stood up.
"My Lord-"
"I would prefer if you just called me General."
"Yes my Lord General. Kraven is, as far as we know, still in slumber. This fact renders Automagfreek silent as well. It appears, at least for now, the age of Warring Titans is over." Another one of the soldiers murmered under his breath.
"...as according to the prophicies." The main soldier seemed not to hear him, or if he did, merely didn't pay attention.
"Our time of opportunity is quickly approaching my Lord General, and production has increased nearly 15%. A total of 1 million troops has been prepared, and our eager to serve you my Lord."
"Good. I want them outfited in Terrorist Unform 1, and dispersed into some shithole of a country. We need to test our skills."
"Yes my Lord."
The figures snapped thier heels, rendering a mechanical salute. The hallway, nearly a mile long, was flanked by soldiers on both sides, all staring forward. Not a sound was made as a lone jeep flew past them. On board the jeep was General Crosier, inspecting the troops around him. They were the best, and all of them were battle tested. Thier armor was very diffrent from the regular Hordian armor, and the troops themselves were only half human.
The whole purpose of Project Franz, and this entire facility, was to create these supersoliders and create the most havoc the world had ever seen. They had basically a blank check, and this underground facility was completely self sufficent. They could survive indefinatly on thier own, and they intended to do just that.
As the jeep passed through a large set of doors at the end of the hall, the soldiers dissapered through many sets of doors, returning to thier work. They checked computers, compiled reports, did experiments, and repaired the facility. They were the perfect soldier.
As the doors closed behind him, General Crosier lept out of his jeep and entered a door on the left. The room was surronded by monitors and inside were seated 6 soldiers all dressed in green rather then the usual grey.
"Gentlemen, whats our situation?" One of the soldiers stood up.
"My Lord-"
"I would prefer if you just called me General."
"Yes my Lord General. Kraven is, as far as we know, still in slumber. This fact renders Automagfreek silent as well. It appears, at least for now, the age of Warring Titans is over." Another one of the soldiers murmered under his breath.
"...as according to the prophicies." The main soldier seemed not to hear him, or if he did, merely didn't pay attention.
"Our time of opportunity is quickly approaching my Lord General, and production has increased nearly 15%. A total of 1 million troops has been prepared, and our eager to serve you my Lord."
"Good. I want them outfited in Terrorist Unform 1, and dispersed into some shithole of a country. We need to test our skills."
"Yes my Lord."