Explanatory note: As I said before I posted these a year ago in The Command and Conquer EA forms. I have made several editorial changes. Not sure if citing links to things work in this format, but if it does everything should work out fine, if not, the there will be a few missing enhancements of the story installments. A few of the upcoming Installments have links, so I hope they work in this format.

I haven't seen any others link things, but I just found out about this site 2 days ago.

I have already finished 7 chapters, and am reediting to make them better. Thus there won't be that long of a wait between chapters. As u can tell this one is shorter than the 1st, in fact it's my shortest installment.

Enjoy

Installment II
It was one of those days which seemed like something was going to happen, there was a sense of charged tension in the air. And yet there was nothing. A Steal Talons GDI base sat on top of a large sand dune in the Kalahari Desert. Sonic Emitters stood idle, the base only had 3 of them due to the fact that GDI high command had denied them the construction of such base defenses, Boyle claimed their rail gun accelerators made up for the lack of fire power, thus those 3 emitters were on loan from a neighboring Blue zone, which was over stocked in weaponry.

Titans & Wolverines stood at the ready, along with a few riflemen, It had also been decreed that the base had no armory, thus they had few troops, most of the personnel were tank drivers, and orca pilots. Armor piercing bullets were being passed around when it happened.

A tare in space and time appeared mere miles from the entrance of the base. The few pit bulls that were ready circled the sphere powering up their missiles and mortars. The base commander knew what was coming; he had feared it ever since the world wide news (GNN) reported the presence of strange alien forces on earth. He called upon his veteran grenadiers and veteran rocket men to set up a 2nd perimeter around the ovoid hole. Then he gathered his rail gun titans to flank them. He held the mammoths and aircrafts in reserve with the slingshots. He ordered the behemoths to take up strategic positions behind the base defenses and added rocket men to accompany them.

Then with no warning, an army of darkly scaled bugs appeared, not from the hole, but from the horizon, flying above them were dozens of storm riders. The carefully set up perimeter around the wormhole wavered for a second, and broke, and rushed to attack the in coming horde. Several minutes after their backs were turned the hole spawned an army of tripods and assimilators. The GDI forces were taken buy surprise.

Scores of vehicles exploded in a burst of blue and green beams emanated by the tripods, they slunk through the hole when the GDI troops were preoccupied. The tripods swarmed, stomping and crushing all resistance, all while firing their Tiberium infused lasers. The GDI forces scattered and tried to return to base, but by then it was too late. The tripods had created an impenetrable wall between the GDI strike force and their base; the GDI force were caught between two hells; death in front, and death behind, they could die fighting or die running, as one they all chose to fight.

The battle raged. Titans shot over silos with their powerful rail guns, taking down seekers and devour tanks. Wolverines spat AP ammo at the masses of infantry, cutting them down scores at a time. Mortars flew every which way, doing damage to friend and foe alike. MRTs with infantry in them roamed around the battlefield, fixing whatever needed fixing. Unfortunately their low speed and armor, as well as their slow repairing process made them easy targets; thus many of the were targeted. The infantry inside sometimes found it hard to target, resulting in times were the infantry didn't fire out. Tungsten upgraded sling shots also joined the party, taking down storm riders.

As he observed the battle, the commander wondered at the similarities between the Scrin designed storm rider and the Nod designed Banshee bomber. Fortunately those bombers were decommissioned, although he was not a veteran of the 2nd Tiberium war, like most of his men, he had heard of the destructive power of those futuristic bombers. Hell, 3 of them could take down a Mammoth MKII. Ahh that was another decommissioned powerhouse. In his history of GDI classes he had learned, and seen the destructive power of those behemoths. The true reason of their decommissioning was unknown, but some speculated Boyle, as the Treasurer didn't like how much that powerhouse cost. And as the Deputy director his stance was no different. With such a powerful unit guarding his base he would have peace of mind. Such was not the case, not the case at all.

Aboard his personal hammerhead the commander wept for all the men he had sent to their deaths. He had no idea it would be so bad; limbs and entrails of what once had been the new trainees splattered the yellow sands, heaps of melted gold plated tanks sitting among the hot yellow sands, now tainted with blood and motor oil. He saw the mammoths he had ordered to stay back charge into the fray, not caring if they would be shredded into scrap metal, knowing they must help their trapped comrades. The group of hammerheads, orcas and fire hawks surrounded his flag hammerhead, and gave covering fire as he zoomed away from the battlefield. He gave the order to contact the local Ion cannon uplink center. He hoped it would be enough to eliminate the horde, once it was in range of the base. Grenades, artillery shells, orca missiles, fire hawk bombs and rockets alighted on the Scrin and exploded, they tore their tough hides and exploded their hand held alien weapons. Viscous green liquids flowed from the wounded Scrin, and were terrible to look on. The liquid seemed to be some Tiberium compound, which evaporated and seemed to toxify the air.

As he watched, the tripods reached the base, destroyed the base defenses and EMPed his construction yard. The few troops and vehicles that were still functional continued to fire on the Scrin swarm. The behemoths fired as fast as they could, stomping any near by enemies. Artillery shells burst on the Scrin troops, killing them without mercy. The shells also tripped up some of the tripods, by taking out one or two of their legs, several of them fell and rolled around like beer bottles. All these were attempts to slowed the advance of the Scrin, but it didn't.

On his perch in the bay of his hammer head the commander saw many assimilators heading for tech structures. They dodged the fire expertly; gliding around the few remaining artillery shells and rockets, like they were playing dodge ball on thin ice.

He knew these aliens could not be permitted to learn the technologies of the Steal Talons. He gave the order to the Ion cannon. 8 ice blue beams lanced down from the heavens. A few lagging hammerheads were caught in the blast, and fell to the ground like meteor rocks.

As he and his remaining air force sped away from the destruction, the commander knew that Director Boyle would not be pleased with him, not pleased at all.