There are certain constants when there is war.
One of those constants is always the problem of their being spies and double agents. The United Front knew this. And thought the Nightmare Protocol is known far and wide, even by the enemy, the enemy did not know where they were based.
The United Front created several bases. Decoy bases and real bases alike. All created to mask the presence and location of the Nightmares.
Here now we find ourselves at Mount Gios Vulpes, a now extinct volcano, into which has been built one of the bases housing the Nightmares. Here, three squads call this home inbetween missions. These squads being only three of so far eighteen squads. These are the Nightmares, currently, the greatest hope for the United Front.
"Attention, The Monorail will be arriving in 3 minutes. Please step back from the yellow line and please wait until all have disembarked before embarking."
John snapped awake as he heard this annoucement. He'd been shipped out here to Gios Vulpes after his enhancement and training had been completed. He blinked and automatically rubbed his eyes, even with them unable to feel tired since they were replaced almost a year ago, he still did something automatically. Rubbing his eyes when he felt tired is one thing. Rolling his shoulders when he is feeling tired. All those things were still automatic. Despite having had his eye replaced, losing the ability to feel them get tired. Or feeling tension in his shoulders since they were replaced almost up to his neck. These are still things he did despite becoming a Nightmare.
As the monorail coasted into the hidden station he got to his feet easily, barely noticing the movement of the train, while others on it were struggling to keep their balance his augmetics made it so he had perfect balance. He grabbed his duffle bag, and his kit bag and slung them across his shoulders. As he made his way towards the door those who were already waiting moved aside. Unspoken agreement that the Nightmare should be able to get off first running through them all. Honestly John felt just a little embarrassed about that.
As he got off the monorail he stepped out of the way of everyone getting on and off. Towering over almost all of them. Gios Vulpes, he's be meeting his squadmates here. And forming Squad N3. He pondered if he was the first or last one here. Only one way to find out.
He adjusted his bags on his shoulders, then proceeded over to one of the conveyor walkways, which would take him to the base proper. Dug right into the old magma chamber of the dead volcano. Tons upon tons of basalt having been dugout to create a sprawling hidden base. He hadn't even known it existed when he was going through training and hadn't even known when he was still a politician. Places like this existed all over the United Front, places where the Nightmares and other units were housed. Hidden from the Faithful and The Word.
John looked up sharply as the conveyor walkway brought him out into the open area within the volcano. He looked up, seeing the huge bank of lights near the peak of the volcano mouth, which provided a semblance of normal day and night light for the base. He looked down through the glass of the walkway walls. Training fields, exercise areas, outdoor meeting areas. And dozens of buildings dotted the floor of the large open area. His new home.
As the walkway changed into an escalator he started to pick his way down, passing others on the walkway, he's home. May as well get down there, find his squads barracks and see who else is here.
One of those constants is always the problem of their being spies and double agents. The United Front knew this. And thought the Nightmare Protocol is known far and wide, even by the enemy, the enemy did not know where they were based.
The United Front created several bases. Decoy bases and real bases alike. All created to mask the presence and location of the Nightmares.
Here now we find ourselves at Mount Gios Vulpes, a now extinct volcano, into which has been built one of the bases housing the Nightmares. Here, three squads call this home inbetween missions. These squads being only three of so far eighteen squads. These are the Nightmares, currently, the greatest hope for the United Front.
"Attention, The Monorail will be arriving in 3 minutes. Please step back from the yellow line and please wait until all have disembarked before embarking."
John snapped awake as he heard this annoucement. He'd been shipped out here to Gios Vulpes after his enhancement and training had been completed. He blinked and automatically rubbed his eyes, even with them unable to feel tired since they were replaced almost a year ago, he still did something automatically. Rubbing his eyes when he felt tired is one thing. Rolling his shoulders when he is feeling tired. All those things were still automatic. Despite having had his eye replaced, losing the ability to feel them get tired. Or feeling tension in his shoulders since they were replaced almost up to his neck. These are still things he did despite becoming a Nightmare.
As the monorail coasted into the hidden station he got to his feet easily, barely noticing the movement of the train, while others on it were struggling to keep their balance his augmetics made it so he had perfect balance. He grabbed his duffle bag, and his kit bag and slung them across his shoulders. As he made his way towards the door those who were already waiting moved aside. Unspoken agreement that the Nightmare should be able to get off first running through them all. Honestly John felt just a little embarrassed about that.
As he got off the monorail he stepped out of the way of everyone getting on and off. Towering over almost all of them. Gios Vulpes, he's be meeting his squadmates here. And forming Squad N3. He pondered if he was the first or last one here. Only one way to find out.
He adjusted his bags on his shoulders, then proceeded over to one of the conveyor walkways, which would take him to the base proper. Dug right into the old magma chamber of the dead volcano. Tons upon tons of basalt having been dugout to create a sprawling hidden base. He hadn't even known it existed when he was going through training and hadn't even known when he was still a politician. Places like this existed all over the United Front, places where the Nightmares and other units were housed. Hidden from the Faithful and The Word.
John looked up sharply as the conveyor walkway brought him out into the open area within the volcano. He looked up, seeing the huge bank of lights near the peak of the volcano mouth, which provided a semblance of normal day and night light for the base. He looked down through the glass of the walkway walls. Training fields, exercise areas, outdoor meeting areas. And dozens of buildings dotted the floor of the large open area. His new home.
As the walkway changed into an escalator he started to pick his way down, passing others on the walkway, he's home. May as well get down there, find his squads barracks and see who else is here.