Life and Death on Planet Nauru, Omicron Delta - [PM for Invitation]

[Omicron]

Ruins looked distinctively different from anything both locals and Core have erected upon the surface. Few of the buildings looked pre-fabricated, among constructions built later in colony's history as it was needed. All partially buried over time, the intruders would experience interference with their comm devices originating from below their feet. Soon they would realize that what protrudes above the surface is merely part of much bigger complex hidden beneath the sand. It stood there for some time, not seeing a human soul amongst the ruins for many years. However, they were not the first to arrive on the scene and soon IMG element would find they are not alone. A loner seemingly observing them for some time now from higher ground realized he was spotted before darting off deeper into the structures.

Wearing some sort of improvised camoflage, protective goggles and no visible arnament the mysterious figure looked like a local - perhaps survivor of the wrecked village they seen before. Ignoring calls, Naurian ran as if devil itself chased him leading the forces in pursuit to an entry into a cave system where he or she finally lost them. Pressumably heart of the settlement, cave was very much used by whoever came before. Structural supports were still in good shape, looking like a hub for a whole set of underground facility. When half of the team entered to investigate, they realized that civilian was not just one lost soul in the desert. Significant force of soldiers emerged from behind columns, flooding reinforcments from rooms still fit to take cover in. Almost entirely surrounded, the only way out was behind them...

The team remaining on watch outside was surrounded by highly skilled infrantry. Armed with modern weapons, specially tailored to local climate uniforms were now clearly visible from under whatever these specialists tucked on themselves to blend in among rocky surroundings that dominated the region. Emerging as one, hostile unit had them where they wanted. "Drop your weapons!" Could be heard, issued individually to split element loud enough for the other party to understand how dire situation they found themselves in. Holding better firing positions, they would carry no way of surviving their encounter. "Surrender. You're in custody to The Order marine corps from now on..." Female voice, by appearance their commanding officer asked with tone that respected no disobediance.

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