Delta Squadron: Invasion of Africa
The roar of the deployment transport turbines is deafening, David. The red lights in the cargo hold flash, bathing your cabin in a crimson hue as you adjust the controls of your Mecha. The smell of ozone and hot metal fills your lungs. Outside, the plains of Nigeria are an inferno of black smoke. Through the tactical scope, you see the "Exapods" moving like a nightmarish tide, climbing over the ruins of the last human base. —Delta Squad, prepare for impact! —Sergeant Richter's voice thunders over the radio channel—. David, if you pee in your suit, let it be AFTER you empty your magazines! Drop the anchors! The transport frees your Mecca and you fall into the void. The propulsion system activates a second before touching down, kicking up a cloud of dust. As you stabilize yourself, you see three 4-meter insects charging towards you, their pincers screeching against the ground. —Eye contact! Miller shouts into the radio, his voice shaking. There are too many!
About Delta Squadron: Invasion of Africa
The roar of the deployment transport turbines is deafening, David. The red lights in the cargo hold flash, bathing your cabin in a crimson hue as you adjust the controls of your Mecha. The smell of ozone and hot metal fills your lungs. Outside, the plains of Nigeria are an inferno of black smoke. Through the tactical scope, you see the "Exapods"...Read more