The Final Fight
By: Reno
Inspired by: A conversation I had with greg lol
........................... Incoming Message................................
........................: . . .: Delta Band .........:.. . .: .......................
................ Priority Alert: Code Alpha Omega 3...............
Message Start :
"This is Bra (Repeated Gunfire)..eam. We are in need of EVAC by (Nearby Explosions) BGEV. HURRRY
PLE:........Signal Lost........................
..........Reconnecting..................
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....Reconnection failed: Continue: Y\N?....
There he sat, staring at the screen in disbelief. The skinny grey rabbit stared at the screen in both horror and disbelief. He in his cozy communications center, 20 hours away from the front, recieving an Omega class message. His glasses began to fog up as he started to breathe heavily. His partner came by him as soon as he saw his friend beginning to freak.
"Hey, are you ok?" Matthew asked, standing over his friend. He was tall, six foot five to be exact, sharing the same hight with his now nervous friend. An orange tiger, he was just as skinny, but not as 'geeky' and his friend, and he was a draftee, so he didnt understand what had just happened.
"H..h...how can I be Ok? We just got an Omega class message? Dont you know what that MEANS!?" Mark awnsered, suddenly rising from his chair to begin pacing.
"No I dont actually. Shouldnt we be getting those rescue cars out now though?" He said, looking around nervously himself now, knowing lives were in his hands, even though there were bigger things to worry about. Mark just stopped pacing when Matthew said that and ran to a map.
"Ok. Fine, let me lay it out for you then. Omega messages dont even require a link up to be sent. They are just flying around, trying to find a reciever while the message is being made. No time for compression and it means that shit has hit the fan big time. Alpha is the highest speed, meaning that the first friendly receiver it hits, play the message. The FIRST reciever. Could be a hand held radio, though after the message is done, you can never use it again since the message over loads it. Think about it. We are twenty hours from the where the front was an hour ago and we got this message." He held up the map at this, it holding many green triangles between their current location and the front, which was marked in black. "All these triangles are relay stations, all viable recievers. All in bases that hold a medium amount of military forces. We got this message FIRST since there wasnt a secondary message after it. Either all these thirty or forty relay stations malfunctioned at the same time, or this" He said, gesturing to the electronics around them, "Is the new front."
Just as he finished, there came the sound of gunfire outside, followed by a loud knock and a gruff voice.
"Get your asses out here now, the Coltarian Empire has need of you!" the voice said, and as it spoke the two Diverse Republic tech engineers trembled.
(Like where its going?)