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No-one darest cross this man. No-one darest fight this man. He is king. The battlefield is his.
Submitted By Sprawl on 12/09/18
SYN3H Chronicles, Sprawl, THOSE THAT ROAM, XI, MARS EXPLORER 
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THOSE THAT ROAM I: We Haven't Finished Yet
THOSE THAT ROAM II: The Hunter
THOSE THAT ROAM III: The Lair
THOSE THAT ROAM IV: Best Laid Plans
THOSE THAT ROAM V: Ambuscade
THOSE THAT ROAM VI: Insanity
THOSE THAT ROAM VII: The US Situation
THOSE THAT ROAM VIII: Deception
THOSE THAT ROAM IX: Brute Force
THOSE THAT ROAM X: Suspicion
THOSE THAT ROAM XI: Kruncher
  
 
 
 
MANY DAYS LATER...
 
As the russet dust swirled across the rugged wastes, a lone man, perched on a peak, looked down on the violently beautiful landscape below. The melted, corroded remains of old hovercrafts lay scattered across the plain. And as he watched he relived the battle. The whirr of industrial engines, the roar of battle, the fire of doomed men's spirits. He leant forward on his rifle, and probed the air before him with his tired hand. A little spark at his fingertips reminded him that he was protected by a forcefield. He threw a quick glance at his weapon - an oceanic blue core curled around a silver bolt; this was the Dolvium Core, a powerful material discovered on the moon which allowed his rifle to fire over great distances.
 
He knelt, and raised his rifle. He slowly closed one eye, and his open eye he pressed to the scope. His vision now reached miles and miles away, and he examined the barren landscape for a sign. Was there ever going to be a sign? Where was Flynn?
 
He swivelled around to see the great carcass of the American Ship, still smouldering. No signs of life. Not yet.
 
Then, quick as a flash, something darted across the metallic ruins. Kruncher homed in.
"Ah ha," he grunted, satisfied. He modified the zoom on the scope and looked closer. "No..." he exlaimed, taking his eye away from the scope, and blinking in disbelief. He looked again. There was no mistaking the figure crouching behind a wrecked partition wall.
 
Kruncher pulled the bolt deftly without a glance, and pressed his finger gently to the trigger, ready to pull. He grinned.
"Hello, Aubrey."

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Re: THOSE THAT ROAM XI: KRUNCHER
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Posted 2012/09/18 - 14:36 GMT
Ah man! :D I'm lovin' it :D

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