Implanted psi blockers would've made the other way not so easy. So they were doomed to wandering through the muck and chaos. An artillery shell explodes far off enough that they're not maimed but close enough to send some shrapnel their way. The grazes are minor but answer their question on whether or not they can be harmed in here.
There is a man who runs in front of them, a man who looks so much like Lubitsch he must be a brother or cousin. He runs into a comms tent, but is still in view through a pinned up flap as he gets on a radio and records a message.
"All units, General Copsen has ordered a full evacuation!"
This is where things get uncanny. Even though he has a different face, even though he's stronger, brawnier, more ruggedly handsome...
His voice is absolutely identical to their trainer Lubitsch. Not similar like a sibling. Identical.
"Break off alone or in groups. Make for high ground and cover, radio each other if you find a safe place. Above all else, you are ordered to live."
The message is broadcast over the base's speakers on repeat, and the man starts to make his way out of the carnage, moving from cover to cover. A soldier in similar fatigues approaches.
"Lubitsch, where the hell are we falling back to - gckt," the soldier that asked never finishes his question, falling down with spurt of blood from his throat.
With a look of grim regret, Lubitsch launches himself over the man's body, weapon raised. And then he starts to rally some of the men, trying to move them along in a more organized retreat. Others launch themselves into the fray - and there is Planker among them, face baptized in mud and blood. He is almost feral, killing and killing and killing, a human bulldozer.
"Planker! Planker, we need suppressive fire!" Lubitsch calls out.
But the man cannot, will not stop, stabbing a Wehrmacht soldier over and over with a combat knife.
"Planker!" finally impatient with him Lubitsch - this new Lubitsch - just up and decks him, and when Planker responds by automatically plunging the knife in the direction of his throat, he automatically catches it.
Only then does Planker freeze.
"Suppressive. Fucking. Fire!"
The two beam pure hate at each other, but Planker finally breaks off and does what he's told.
The group retreats, in the direction Stacia and Kerrigan are meant to go, a place that glints with the promise of importance, so at the very least they'll have some covering fire and a group leading them from cover to cover.
If they try, they will also find that they can use their powers here, like the outside. The will it requires is monumental due to the crushing weight of Planker's mind, but it's possible. There are also various guns to potentially use, even if they may have to pry them from dead hands. In the distance, in the direction the group is moving there is, strangely, a random door, just looming there in the muck and chaos.
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There is a man who runs in front of them, a man who looks so much like Lubitsch he must be a brother or cousin. He runs into a comms tent, but is still in view through a pinned up flap as he gets on a radio and records a message.
"All units, General Copsen has ordered a full evacuation!"
This is where things get uncanny. Even though he has a different face, even though he's stronger, brawnier, more ruggedly handsome...
His voice is absolutely identical to their trainer Lubitsch. Not similar like a sibling. Identical.
"Break off alone or in groups. Make for high ground and cover, radio each other if you find a safe place. Above all else, you are ordered to live."
The message is broadcast over the base's speakers on repeat, and the man starts to make his way out of the carnage, moving from cover to cover. A soldier in similar fatigues approaches.
"Lubitsch, where the hell are we falling back to - gckt," the soldier that asked never finishes his question, falling down with spurt of blood from his throat.
With a look of grim regret, Lubitsch launches himself over the man's body, weapon raised. And then he starts to rally some of the men, trying to move them along in a more organized retreat. Others launch themselves into the fray - and there is Planker among them, face baptized in mud and blood. He is almost feral, killing and killing and killing, a human bulldozer.
"Planker! Planker, we need suppressive fire!" Lubitsch calls out.
But the man cannot, will not stop, stabbing a Wehrmacht soldier over and over with a combat knife.
"Planker!" finally impatient with him Lubitsch - this new Lubitsch - just up and decks him, and when Planker responds by automatically plunging the knife in the direction of his throat, he automatically catches it.
Only then does Planker freeze.
"Suppressive. Fucking. Fire!"
The two beam pure hate at each other, but Planker finally breaks off and does what he's told.
The group retreats, in the direction Stacia and Kerrigan are meant to go, a place that glints with the promise of importance, so at the very least they'll have some covering fire and a group leading them from cover to cover.
If they try, they will also find that they can use their powers here, like the outside. The will it requires is monumental due to the crushing weight of Planker's mind, but it's possible. There are also various guns to potentially use, even if they may have to pry them from dead hands. In the distance, in the direction the group is moving there is, strangely, a random door, just looming there in the muck and chaos.