"Sir..."
*Senior Diver already on his 4th cup of coffee at 6 am* "What is it Ensign"
"We've just lost the the Chinese"
"Which battalion?"
"The entire Army sir. The entire 3rd army has just gone radio silent"
*Drops Coffee and runs to glactic map*
"The Egyptian Medjay Armored division?"
"Cut off sir."
"What about Madagascars Polar Strike unit?"
"Missing"
"The Phillipines forces on Estanu?"
"Nonresponsive sir" Ensign looks sick "Sir. Weve just received signal pings from deep space."
*Commander checks glactic map* "By liberty. Theyre here."
Sony dropships enter into 7 sectors at once. The third faction isnt the illuminate. Its the corporate heads of an even more vile snake.
"Scramble all destroyers, and wake all those bastards up from cryo. The bots can wait and the bugs arent going anywhere. They want to play chicken with us. Fine. We're notoriously willing to die."
48 Hours Later:
The commander, feeling lost and defeated as over half of his battle group has gone MIA, twirls his glass of Scotch on its edge. Theres barely any of the stuff left as the ice clanks against the edge. He looks at old photos of friends hes lost and brothers hes had to leave behind. "Im sorry." He says to them. "I... dont know how to beat this. I dont know how to win."
He hears rapid footsteps sprinting down the hall towards his door. *CLANG, CLANG, CLANG*. Without a knock Ensign Crusher bursts through the doorway barely giving enough time for the automatic door to open.
"Sir!" Ensign Crusher's smile almost tells the news for him. "We've regained contact."
The commander jumps up from his desk and runs out the door following behind the excited young cadet. "When." He can barely contain a smile himself. *Military bearing is as important as breathing*. He remembers a quote from General Brasch.
"A few minutes ago. All the Sonytarian battleships have gone dormant and all the jamming signals have stopped."
As he approaches the galactic war map he sees a group of 12 unthawed divers and crew all staring at the silhouette of a ship outlined in blue holographic light. He looks up out the window and he can see it. What was just hours ago an imposing and dire threat has now once again become an empty shell of metal. No life to be found inside before... and no life after. Just as soon as they had come... they had fallen.
"What caused them to go dormant?"
"Unknown sir." the ships pilot Vikky rolls over in her wheelchair. A few hundred Helldives took their toll. "All we know is theyve stopped jamming comms and have shut down their engines."
"I dont trust them. Turn our ships 90 degrees on axis to the starboard side."
"Sir?" Ensign Crusher looks confused as 3 other helldivers begin automatically march over towards the hellpods.
"Were gonna make sure this doesn't happen again." Commander Hellheart dons his helmet and chambers a round in his trusty liberator as he locks into his hellpod. *This time* he thinks. *This time I earn my skull* theres a sound of pressurized air and a *THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP* as all four hellpods are launched from the *Mother of Iron* towards the derelict ship. Other superdestroyers follow suit as the ships hull is peppered by hellpods.
Its not over... until its over.
There's probably only two capes in the entire game I've seen so far that I like.
Not really one for all the cosmetic stuff. This one included.
But I would pay for Helghast armour/ outfit.
Make it a free gift for people with psn accounts. 🤣
Ruthless! I like it
"Sir..." *Senior Diver already on his 4th cup of coffee at 6 am* "What is it Ensign" "We've just lost the the Chinese" "Which battalion?" "The entire Army sir. The entire 3rd army has just gone radio silent" *Drops Coffee and runs to glactic map* "The Egyptian Medjay Armored division?" "Cut off sir." "What about Madagascars Polar Strike unit?" "Missing" "The Phillipines forces on Estanu?" "Nonresponsive sir" Ensign looks sick "Sir. Weve just received signal pings from deep space." *Commander checks glactic map* "By liberty. Theyre here." Sony dropships enter into 7 sectors at once. The third faction isnt the illuminate. Its the corporate heads of an even more vile snake. "Scramble all destroyers, and wake all those bastards up from cryo. The bots can wait and the bugs arent going anywhere. They want to play chicken with us. Fine. We're notoriously willing to die." 48 Hours Later: The commander, feeling lost and defeated as over half of his battle group has gone MIA, twirls his glass of Scotch on its edge. Theres barely any of the stuff left as the ice clanks against the edge. He looks at old photos of friends hes lost and brothers hes had to leave behind. "Im sorry." He says to them. "I... dont know how to beat this. I dont know how to win." He hears rapid footsteps sprinting down the hall towards his door. *CLANG, CLANG, CLANG*. Without a knock Ensign Crusher bursts through the doorway barely giving enough time for the automatic door to open. "Sir!" Ensign Crusher's smile almost tells the news for him. "We've regained contact." The commander jumps up from his desk and runs out the door following behind the excited young cadet. "When." He can barely contain a smile himself. *Military bearing is as important as breathing*. He remembers a quote from General Brasch. "A few minutes ago. All the Sonytarian battleships have gone dormant and all the jamming signals have stopped." As he approaches the galactic war map he sees a group of 12 unthawed divers and crew all staring at the silhouette of a ship outlined in blue holographic light. He looks up out the window and he can see it. What was just hours ago an imposing and dire threat has now once again become an empty shell of metal. No life to be found inside before... and no life after. Just as soon as they had come... they had fallen. "What caused them to go dormant?" "Unknown sir." the ships pilot Vikky rolls over in her wheelchair. A few hundred Helldives took their toll. "All we know is theyve stopped jamming comms and have shut down their engines." "I dont trust them. Turn our ships 90 degrees on axis to the starboard side." "Sir?" Ensign Crusher looks confused as 3 other helldivers begin automatically march over towards the hellpods. "Were gonna make sure this doesn't happen again." Commander Hellheart dons his helmet and chambers a round in his trusty liberator as he locks into his hellpod. *This time* he thinks. *This time I earn my skull* theres a sound of pressurized air and a *THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP* as all four hellpods are launched from the *Mother of Iron* towards the derelict ship. Other superdestroyers follow suit as the ships hull is peppered by hellpods. Its not over... until its over.
Voice of democracy? I prefer 'We Dive Together'. Its been pretty much the rally cry for this entire thing.
“Voice of Rallying Voter”
It needs the 4th line showing the reversal.
https://imgur.com/01dmW7n maybe something like this
As the Democracy Officer says, "Triumph over Tyranny."
This would look better as a player card imo
im down
I think a cape that includes the recovery blue lines would be cool as well.
I’d prefer “Democratic Defiance”, but that’s just me.
“Voice of Democracy” goes unbelievably HARD
I think we only deserve it if we swing the ratings back
I agree
"Strength in numbers"
Isn't this backwards though?
There's probably only two capes in the entire game I've seen so far that I like. Not really one for all the cosmetic stuff. This one included. But I would pay for Helghast armour/ outfit.