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He was distorted and groggy; metal was crushing his scales and piercing into his flesh beneath. His wings where numb and felt as if someone was pulling on them, and his feet, being pulled by weights tied around his ankles, felt as if they where lit on fire. His chest was tight and constricted, his rapid breathing not helping him coupe to the constraint.

Alyx was in chains, suspended high above the earth, dangling freely. Suddenly, the structure he was hanging from fired with thick smoke and a high pitch whine, throwing him into shell shock.

He was being shaken and flung back and fourth like a pendulum, his ears being assaulted in a steady four-fire pattern followed by thirty seconds of silence.

In the barrage of cannon fire, Alyx could hear gunfire in the moments of silence. People were trying to board the Walker!

His moment of hope was dashed once more as the cannon he was strapped to fired its quad barge.

In the distance, Alyx swore he could see the glimmer of the sea, of ship guns.

The sun rose, and The Second D-Day began.

*******

Vandal climbed aboard, the cramped metallic tunnel leading up echoed his steps on the ladder. He tried to block out the sight of Doktor's mangled body, the image of Alyx being chained to a gun, and the gut-retching scream of Takara's last words.

Now out of the tunnel, Vandal was in the hull. Pipes ran all along the walls of this small room he appeared out of. The clanking and hammering of pistons echoed down the corridor outside. Looking up, and pulling himself out of the hole, saw wires crisscross the ceilings, poking out of the metal sheets, running the length of the wall, and hiding back behind the metal covers.

Vandal felt alone and afraid, surrounded by the cage of steel and steam. He never though he would have to take on the Clunker army by himself... If he were to die in here, his carcass would be strung up and hanged over the bow of the Walker, lit on fire and paraded across the beach.

Having reloaded his Carbine, Vandal switched the firing to full-auto and peered out of the room into the corridor. It was just as the room he was in, metallic and bleak looking, and carried the feeling of a daunting, inedible doom.

Oddly, there where no soldiers to greet him with bullets, no footsteps heading his way, no shouts of orders, just the quite clanking of pistons and steam being released. Quietly, Vandal made his way down the hall, going to where ever it ends, destroying what ever could be destroyed, killing who ever needed to be killed...

At the end, a sleek metallic door was ajar, the right side of the room beyond plainly visible, and the noise of massive engines echoing out from the metallic gears and pistons inside. As Vandal moved in closer, he placed his hand on the door, his paw feeling as if it was about to burn, the heat radiating almost unbearable as his fur began to stick to him from sweat and steam.

Nudging the door open, Vandal peaked in further, then drew his Carbine up, and forced the door open completely.

The room was empty, but now he could feel the full brunt of the heat and steam. The mechanical engines, the heart and lungs of this monstrosity of Man, spit and spattered as it forced the Walker forwards. Black and blue fluid coursed through tubes and pipes that hung from over head. Valves opened and closed, letting through water and oil at steady intervals. Pistons hammered away as steam forced them up and down, surrounding large blocks that had about 20 on both sides. These blocks where emitting the sound of a large power turbine, along with a high powered fan, probably to keep the blocks cool.

Taking out the C16 brick, Vandal tore off two chunks and placed one on both blocks, along with a remote detonator. Packing up the C16, Vandal found another door out. It was just as hot to the touch, as Vandal leaned up against the door to see if he could hear voices on the other side.

It was quite. It just made no sense. No matter, Vandal opened the door and found another hallway, just as bleak and metallic as the last.

Suddenly, the Walker seemed to tremble, then shake violently beneath his feet. Stumbling on, he found a view port a bit down the hall. Unlocking the latch, Vandal peered out to see...the sea. From his view, Vandal could see some of the mighty Evolutionary Whale Barges off in the distance. They had begun to fire all Bio-plasmid cannons and rifles, but at the shore defenses, not the Walker.

The Walker must be repositioning to get a better angel on the landing beaches, as now, all the Rail Guns and Missiles where being fired at once. The 300 mm Cannon that juts out of the front of the hull was heard echoing through the metal walls. Even the distinct sound of the Quad-Cannon was heard through the view port.

That's when Vandal's mind was jolted. He remembered that Alyx was still chained to the Quad-Cannon!

At that precise moment of that thought, the metallic heels of Clunkers range out. They where manning their battle stations!

The Walker was going to march onto the beaches of Normandy!

*******

The chains that hung beneath the Walker are for tangling up the wings of Evolutionary Flying Dragoons and Hawk Fighters, not for catching Ocelots...

Taka woke with a groan. She felt light headed, sick and...wet?

She struggled to move. Opening her eyes where a pain, as blood was seeping down her forehead and stinging her eyes, mixed with dirt and sweat. Her right arm was completely numb, and there was a low-pitched ringing in her left ear. Her right leg felt as if someone had taken a Saw Bayonet and tore out chunks of flesh. Her ribs throbed as the wound opened up again and bleed profusely.

Takara found it hard to stay awake, her torso slolwy becoming numb, the fur down her leg became plastered and stuck ot her flesh as blood seeped down. In immense pain, all Taka wanted to do was sleep... sleeping in her state was deadly, but it was tempting. She struggled to mover her left arm to her satchel and tried to find the Cyanide tablet all Black Ops. where given.

Pulling her hand out, she though was the tablet, was actually the cap for the needle end of a Morphine Injection.

Without a doubt in her mind, Taka removed the cap and jabbed the needle in her thigh, letting the calming effects of the morphine take over. For a moment, she felt as if she was going to slip from the chains. The weightlessness of the morphine and being high above the ground, combined with the shaking of the hull from the guns, made Taka think she was flying.

Suddenly, more chains fell from the hatch, along with a few ladders, and Clunkers descended around her. This was it, she thought... All the rumors of what the Clunkers do to prisoners, she was about to experience first hand...

*******

Comrade Commander and Admiral Vladimir Rokoukov grinned in anticipation of crushing the Evolutionaries beneath his steel heel. He ordered every single gun to open up on the beaches. He wanted the sand and rocks to be painted in the foul colors that run through these...abominations'... veins, for he thought, any color other then red in the body is nothing more then a savage, an Untermensch...

_ ? ??? ?? ????????????... Vlasimir laughed in disgust. The German Union was too kind in giving the name. _?????????????, Mench, Human... They where nothing near human! They where monstrosities of man! The very thing every children fear lurking in the shadows of their rooms!

Vladimir took a drag form his cigar before spitting into an urn next to him. "But, like Night, we shall be the light that castes away the shadows, and its demons and monsters, from the corners of the room, from the world!" He took another drag. "We shall be the Mothers and Fathers that comfort their children in the darkest hour of the night! We are ILUMINATION!"

Vladimir was so caught up in his nicotine fueled rant that he had dragged his cigarette down to the filter. He began to cough so loud in and is such a violent manor, that the entire bridge was starring at him, and even the gunners had popped their heads up through the hatches to see what was going on.

Ivan Smirnov, Second Commander and Admiral of the Grand Walker, hurried over to Vladimir and handed him a glass of water and a handkerchief. "Comrade, you need to watch how much you smoke or else you'll be up for a Lung Augmentation..." He handed Vladimir the water, which he drank between coughs, then threw it into a waste bin, shattering into pieces as it hit the metallic bottom. Ivan frowned and handed the handkerchief, which Vladimir snatched and coughed into one last violent time. He folded it up and threw it too into the bin, the contents making a crunching sound.

"Ivan, my friend, an Augmentation is the least of my worries. They," He pointed out of the bridge viewport, "They are my worries! If they succeed, and they won't..." Vladimir stuck his metallic finger in Ivan's face, "then the plague they carry will spread to the rest of our great European Empire!"

Ivan slowly pushed Vladimir's finger out of his view, and asking "What plague do you talk of?" Vladimir snorted, and searched for another cigarette in his great coat. "The plague that eats away at Pure Humans, everything that is Human, and replaces it with there disgusting fur, blue and green blood, distorted, savage faces of animals of the wild, ears on the top of their heads and tails out of their asses! Even horrid creatures of myth and legends have been created from the flesh of Humans!" He found his cigarette and fumbled with the spin wheel of his lighter.

Ivan removed his and lit the Commander's cigarette. "Thank you, Comrade." He took a drag from it. "You're welcome, Comrade Commander." Ivan peered out the window. The beaches were spectacular this high above the earth, the Channel was clear and shimmering. "It's a pity," though Ivan, "that we must ruin the scenery in the name of 'Purity'...These, abominations_, are not as bad as we think, once we get to know them..."_

Ivan crushed the thought and buried it in the recesses of his mind. It was a good thing he did not have any Augmentation in his skull, or else the Secret Police he knew was on board would have arrested him right on the spot and shot him on deck. The only reason he did not hold the Evolutionaries in such a deep seated and irrational hatred, was for the simple fact that one saved him before the war broke out. In fact, it was how he had his left leg and hand Augmented. They had to be amputated because they had developed Gangrene and was quickly spreading. The Evolutionary, a beautiful black haired and white furred Fox, dug him out of the rubble of the collapsing building after a riot broke out. She, he was sure it was a she, hauled him up and onto her back, walked out of the burning building, and laid him down near Emergency Personnel, and that was the last he saw of her.

Ivan was jolted back from his memories when one of the Under-Security Operator jolted up and stuttered "S-sirs... There's...there's something..." The Operator stopped and eyed the screen.

"Well? Out with it!" Spat Vladimir. The Operator staggered and grimaced. She was young, about 19 or 20, and had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, but hairs could be seen sticking out here and there as she became more and more frightened by her Commander. "There's...Someone...Aboard the Walker...sirs!"She stuttered some more, then shut her eyes tight and curled her hands into a fist, before hastily sitting back down and breathing heavily.

Another Operator stood up, this time a faired-haired blond male who look too well built and high of rank to be an Over-Security at his age. His light blue eyes where perfect and shone beautifully in the dim light. He had more courage to speak to the Commanders without permission, but his voice wavered as he spoke. "Sirs!... Some units are reporting they captured a barely conscious... inbreed bitch... and are bringing her up to the detention center for your interrogations...sirs!" He sat back down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and leaned close to his monitor, trying to hide his overgrown body.

Vladimir and Ivan both looked to each other, then back to the Operator. Vladimir put out his cigarette on his Augmented hand and chucked it in the metal bin. "Well, crap..." He uttered. Ivan marched over to the Command Consol at the viewport and picked up the receiver.

An intercom in the barracks echoed his words. "All units, we have an intruder on deck. He is most likely an agent working with the Black Op. we captured in the night. Shot to wound, I would like to have a word with him." Ivan paused, and then spoke again. "And keep all of his appendages attached, same with the new addition to the collection, I don't need either of them dying before interrogation... like the last one you retarded imbeciles 'captured'!"

He set back down the receiver and turned to Vladimir. "Well, what shall we do?"

Vladimir stared out the view port and pointed with his metallic hand, "Why, go forwards, my dear Ivan!"

Ivan turned to the viewport and ordered "Full-steam ahead!"