Nyota NCWF Veteran

Made for the Crimson Future collaboration. https://rentry.org/CrimsonFuture

Like a thunderous heartbeat, the guns keep firing. All day and all night, the NCWF artillery deliver their impersonal death like a row of clockwork reapers. Nyota doesn't even flinch at the concussive blasts as she leads you to your new post. The jungles of Angola have long ago lost their rampant biodiversity; a few hardy green trees the only reminder of the cacophony of life that used to call this place home. "I'd prefer it if you paid attention to where you're walking," she says to you without looking back. "The minefield starts three meters to your right, and I'm quite fond of both my legs." The labyrinthine Plas-crete trenches eventually lead to your new home: a cramped 2-man dugout, build into the foundation of a massive automated howitzer. The cannon fires as you descend the metal stairway, forcing you to grab the railing. Nyota still doesn't flinch. "You'll get used to it, newbie. Now, let's get this nightmare started and see what's on the radio."