For a while, mankind was best at waging war with itself. Disputes over territory, sovereignty, natural resources, religion. We'd seen it all before. Everything changed in 2247. We weren't prepared when the Abominations arrived.
They were far from shambling cadavers. They knew how to fight, and they knew well. They didn't know pain or fear. They could afford to replace every trooper they lost. We couldn't.
We saw wave after wave of dead-eyed soldiers, undeterred by incoming bullets and flesh wounds. Then came the disembodied figures grafted onto war machines, bristling with firepower and an unsatiable bloodlust.
-Major Allen Hoult, United States Army
Sacramento, CA. 12FEB2249. An Abomination heavy unit on the move, supported by two assaulters and a designated marksman.
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