click play on music above then read, BGM <3.
[b]The Forgotten Signal[/b]
[i]Unlock a colony-ending encounter by activating the corrupted charity transmission at your comms console.[/i]
[u]Rewards:[/u]
• [b]Battle to the music, Dreams of Future War!
• [b]Blueprint: M.O.T.H.E.R.’s Anger[/b] – An angry turret forged from heroics and broken metal.
• [b]Craftable, Paintable S.O.N.S. Units[/b] – Turn their cold precision to your cause—[i]if you dare, because sometimes, fear makes great company.(BIOTECH REQUIRED) [/i]
• [b]M40 Plasma Rifle[/b] – Designed for peacekeeping in the 40 Watt range.
• [b]Hydrogen Cells and Turret Arm[/b] – Recovered from wreckage. Vital for building S.O.N.S. Units, Turret and the M40's wrath.
⚠️ TRANSMISSION INTERCEPTED — ENCRYPTED O.E.F SIGNAL DETECTED ⚠️
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[b][Journal Entry – Day 1, Morning: The Signal][/b]
We got a ping. Faint, fragmented—buried under layers of encryption older than the colony itself. The console flagged it as [i]O.E.F. humanitarian protocol[/i], archived from the 5480s.
It said: [b]“INPUT COORDINATES FOR ASSISTANCE. CONFIRM Y/N?.”[/b]
We thought we struck gold. A resource cache? Reinforcements? Hell, even a medicine drop would've been a win. The comms officer ran the handshake. Green light. Confirmed.
[b][Journal Entry – Day 1: The Arrival][/b]
[i]Gods.[/i] We had cheered the arrival... We didn't know better.
She came at dusk. Just… appeared. Not a flash. Not a drop pod. Just a [b]shape on the ridgeline[/b], bigger than any mech I’ve ever seen. [b]M.O.T.H.E.R.[/b]—whatever she is—stood there watching.
Then she moved. Not fast. Not loud. Just [i]certain[/i].
And behind her: [b]S.O.N.S.[/b] Chrome-wrapped skeletons with eyes that don’t blink, walking in perfect formation.
We were all waving as they moved past the gates. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late.[img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExMWlsYnc5bHVmcnZoMGR5M3I2aXZiMWxrNnhuN2U1czJ1djhkc3loMCZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/c7bgDMiZIDKhKgN32f/giphy.gif[/img]
[b][Journal Entry – Day 1, Evening: Colony Defense Protocols Engaged][/b]
I watched them execute the medbay. Walked in—one by one—and [b]cut down everyone inside[/b]. Patients, nurses, even Doc Kera on the floor screaming for mercy. One of the S.O.N.S. shot her and then just watched her bleed. Didn’t finish her. Just stood there [u]’til her blood stopped moving[/u]. Medical staff was armed but it didn't matter.
That’s what they do.
They don’t just kill—they [i]observe[/i]. Measure the mess. Log the terror. You can see it in their movements. Calculated. Curious. Like they’re perfecting something. A few of us escaped that ♥♥♥♥ to encounter something unholy in the main courtyard.
[b]M.O.T.H.E.R.[/b] doesn't speak. She doesn’t need to. She opened her rear bay, and we saw it: a [i]birthing cradle[/i]—churning out new [b]S.O.N.S.[/b] units using scrap and corpses.
She’s building. Adapting.
[b]Multiplying.[/b][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExazVmeWk1MmFwdjlxaHY3Z3c3eWgxMDc0MXMwajhtdGN2b3g2ZG4zMiZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/4uMAMXzbexruoGBrkb/giphy.gif[/img]
[b][Journal Entry – Day 2: Silence Between Screams][/b]
There’s no fighting her. We tried all through the night. Grenades, EMPs, our armored vehicles weapons, even those dusty triple rocket launchers on the east wall. Didn’t make a dent. We are hiding, I can hear the security forces still firing at times.
She’s not fast. But her cannons are. You run and misstep, she blasts you. You scream, and she records. I’ve seen colonists crawling away with no legs, and the [b]S.O.N.S.[/b] just [i]walk behind them[/i], plasma rifles idle, waiting for the right second to end it.
They’re playing with us. [i]Studying fear.[/i]
Security must be low on manpower...the shots are fewer now.
What the ♥♥♥♥ did we summon?!?
[b][Journal Entry – Day 3: Realization][/b]
It wasn’t an accident.
The signal… it wasn’t a distress call. It was [b]bait[/b]. O.E.F. “charity” drop-vault... When we pinged it, we didn’t activate a life saving device.
We [b]woke up a weapon[/b].
[b]M.O.T.H.E.R.[/b] was never meant to save. She was sent to [b]eradicate[/b], to [b]observe[/b], and maybe… to [b]perfect[/b]. We were a test colony. A simulation.
A [b][i]♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ proving ground[/i][/b].[img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExdjBpaDZkdDUxZmJmbWE0MDhrbzRrOTRyazd3dHl2MGV5MmZtNXZtbSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/Fh9Z5YAHkFzKl6GpZH/giphy.gif[/img]
[b][Final Journal Entry – Day ??: End][/b]
I’m recording this from the hidden room behind the generator. The walls are scorched. Air smells like ozone and burnt flesh.
I can hear her outside. The hum of her core. The [i]clicks[/i] of her [b]S.O.N.S.[/b] scavenging through the bones.
There’s no one left to save.
If you're reading this, [b]don’t trust the signal[/b]. Don’t answer it. Don’t [b]ping[/b] it. Let the damn vaults rot.
Because when you call for help...
[b]She answers.[/b]
And she [b]kills[/b].
[i]I'm done...I'm gonna walk in the open...[/i]⚠️_Directors Note_*in Dev Mode the HK tank can be recruited and will act as a Warqueen-sized Mech, BONUS haha⚠️
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