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Installment III:

Foreman 7432 relished his 4 victories. 1st of the Red Zone rampage on a well defended human base, which yielded a technology research facility nestled within the water falls. He liked to count his 2nd victory as slaying the group of cowering humans and a brown cow in the facility. It gave him a delicious pleasure. He had rent the weak skins of the humans with his custom made disintegration laser, which did not cauterize the wounds it inflicted, but encouraged the flow of the blood of the humans, so that they would die a painful and agonizing death. He licked his lips with his three tri-forked tongues, when he recalled that amusing altercation, he had forced the chief scientist to explain the technology while he watched Foreman 7432 splice his team members into dead chunks of meat.

Foreman's clean up team had also managed to revive several troops from the recent battle, among them the proud base commander who called him self Stark. It was tradition not to take prisoners, but Foreman 7432 wanted to learn more about the human species and to find out how they worked. He kept stark and his fellow detainees in a medical prison where assimilators and buzzers studied them. A few of them had refused to cooperate and had excessive amounts of Tiberium pumped through their systems, which made them ill, 2 of the 3 trouble makers had died, and were being studied by a separate team of Assimilators.

Foreman 7432 was also delighted in what he called his 4th victory; the sudden and complete destruction of another GDI base on the other side of the planet; more specifically, on a land mass known to the humans as Africa. His invasion force had their orders and should have reported back by now, but there was no communication report given. His troops had reported 8 blue lasers from the sky, a big blue white light, then and the field report up link stopped, as if cut off. Foreman didn't understand this and had sent several Shock troops and storm Riders to see what had happened, but no report thus far. He hoped the on site team of assimilators had carried out their instructions before it was too late. He had sent them through the wormhole mere hours ago. With out knowing the fate of his tripods he was again uneasy. He should have gotten a report via the on site mastermind which was on loan from his fellow Foreman on that continent. All the infantry were his in that last assault. Foreman 7432 was meant to execute the final blow while the local foreman was to distract the base defenders to give his force enough time to accomplish the mission.

Sensing his uneasiness the Tiberium fiends at his feet glared warily around the chamber with their baleful gaze. Meanwhile, 30 meters away Stark watched his lieutenant being skinned alive. The site made him sick and he through up in the corner, The Shock trooper on duty shifted his plasma rifle uneasily. A few hours earlier before he was on duty the shock trooper had inhaled a large amount of Icore powder he and his gang had stolen from the Foreman's private stash. He and his buddies had triggered the reactor melt down, and in the confusion, they managed to make off with 2/3 of the Icore powder. He had cunningly tricked his fellow shock troopers to get the other 1/3 of the Icore, which was stored in a lower level of the structure. He collapsed the hover lift, which led to the lower levels of the building, conveniently taking care of 2 issues. The 1st being the # witnesses to the crime they were committing, and the second being shares of the loot. Now he had 2/3 of the powder. Then he lit the charges. As the trooper sped away in his fast moving seeker tank, he observed the ploom of unprocessed & unripe tiberium exploding in a green and blue display of lights and melting metal. He felt no sympathy for his abandoned comrades.

He celebrated by snorting a 3rd of his winnings right then and there, thus he was more then a little light headed on his rounds and particularly on his guard post of the human prisoners. Out of the corner of one of his 7 eyes the guard saw a flurry of movement which made him dizzy and added to the pounding of his head, which should not have been because powdered Icore had no adverse effects for physical pain, this boggled the shock trooper. Then he realized he was falling, and his rifle was yanked out of his claws, then everything went black.

Stark had knocked the shock trooper to the ground and aimed the plasma rifle at the assimilators and buzzers in the room, some froze some ran, but all died. Next Stark aimed the rifle at his lieutenant on the dissection platform. Momentarily mesmerized by the shifting lights and shapes Stark stood marveling at the beauty of it. Then he remembered his duty and muttering a prayer over his dying lieutenant he put him out of his misery. "Valar More-gulis= All men must die." The remaining 4 soldiers stayed where they where, not believing they were free of the tortuous aliens. Stark told them to get up and follow him, they did. Outside stood a pair of disintegrators, momentarily surprised to see the humans the bugs just stood there for a second, that second was enough for Stark to shoot them both and take there cutting beams. He handed them to the 2 soldiers who seemed the most competent, and told them to be stealthy. They look for a vehicle they could Jack to get out of there. They scanned the near by landscape, observing Scrin workers going about their normal business. One of his troops spotted a near by unmanned seeker, they slunk towards it.

Foreman 7432 was waiting in the drone ship for his report, which never came, he couldn't understand what was going on. He had sent that team hours ago, they should have reestablished contact with the north African base by now, he gnawed his teeth, and swirled one of his tongues in a chilled plasma cream which was another of his favorite snacks. He tasted the purple bubbling swirling mass and relaxed somewhat. Then unexpectedly his transmission screen lit up, it showed his buzzer recon specialist who looked quite agitated. "What is it?" said Foreman 7432, "I'm expecting a report from my field ops team in Africa" "I hate to bother you your Foremanship, but we have a situation, there seems to be a large unidentifiable force moving our way!!!" the buzzer gsasped out. "Also a rather large outpost just popped up on our Scrindar ser! We don't know how they got here so fast, the force tends to systematically appear and disappear, each time, their moving a little closer to us, and away from their outpost. Their almost upon us!" The buzzer screeched.

Foreman 7432 groaned, he didn't have enough troops to pull off an entire offensive, or defensive of the water fall. He cursed, he hated calling for help, but it seems like he had to. He was about to contact the Supervisor, when the transmission screen lit up once more, his security officer, a shock trooper that he had personally trained also looked a little unsettled. 4 simple words drove the foreman to a frustrated rage he could not control, he stormed out of the command nucleus of the Drone ship, smashing his plasma snack on the door as he left, splattering it all over the ornate command seat, he kicked one of his Tiberium fiends when it had gotten in his way. "The humans are escaping!" In all his haste Foreman 7432 had forgot to call for reinforcements.

It had been nearly 10 minutes since Stark and his men hopped into the Seeker, it took them 3 minutes to figure out the alien controls, then they were on their way. Stark had never comprehended the vastness of an alien base until now, he sat there in awe as he saw incomprehensible alien things, they zoomed towards the perimeter of the base. Just then the transmission panel of the seeker tank lit up showing a grotesque mosquito like face, it said, "This is Foreman 7432, all Scrin in the base should be alerted of the missing humans, they are to be found and detained, no lethal force, they are to be incapacitated if possible if not then maim them, base lock down, no one leaves the base perimeter. Also, all perimeter scouts be on the alert for a large unidentified force moving our way. Protect the hive!" Chills ran down Stark's back and his fellow troops were also sweating. They zoomed forward; hoping a single seeker wouldn't be noticed in the mayhem. Above them several capitol ships prepared for battle.

Confessor Curtis Conrad was the leading officer in his hand picked band of 200 Black Hand Troops. He was given the honor of leading the 1st wave into battle. He and his men had teamed up with another Nod assault force bent on kicking GDI when they were down. They had received the disturbing reports of the alien visitors, but enjoyed taking stiff collared GDI commanders by surprise. Nod had done it's small part in eliminating the Scrin invaders, but the Commander of the Nod forces in Red zone 24 had gotten board fighting off aliens, he wanted to destroy GDI once and for all, and he thought that they wouldn't even realize certain Nod troops had broke the truce between them. Confessor Conrad Curtis didn't agree with the red zone commander, but what could he do, times were tough, and u had to do what a superior officer said, or risk being burned alive. Conrad occasionally had nightmares of him burning, and none of his loyal soldiers would help him, he had trained with his battalion of black hand troops since the days of brother Slavic, O how proud he was to be considered in Slavic's inner circle, then some lame suicide bomber had to go and upset everything. He yearned for those days, when it was simply GDI vs. Nod, but Cabal's betrayal had taught him that GDI was not so bad after all, Nod and GDI could work side by side with the same goals. But now it had all changed again.

As Conrad reached the sight of were the Zocom base was meant to be, he just saw a network of alien shapes and creatures, moving wildly together in a majestic wave, most of the aliens were firing upon another alien craft, which seemed to be trying to evade the concerted attack. The lone vehicle took cover behind trees and boulders, and was heading straight for the stealthed Nod attack force. He ordered his troops to give covering fire for the on coming craft, so he could ascertain what was going on. The Black hands quickly made a semi circle and open fire at the pursuing Scrin.

Stark got quite a shock as an enormous # of troops seamed to materialize meters in front of them, the driver gave a jerk of the steering mechanism which nearly crashed them into a birch tree. Stark saw the troops deploy in a semicircle and start firing, he realized the troops were giving him cover fire, he headed for the center of the semicircle. Buzzers burst behind him, and several devour tanks exploded regardless of their corrupter support. As Stark was reaching the middle of the semi circle the troops in front of him parted and marched behind him, they close the gap; The momentum carried them into the waiting arm of an Avatar.

Conrad watched as the small alien craft collided with a kneeling Avatar, which was getting its legs repaired. It was just a quick hot fix that fixed a minor issue, that was potentially battle performance changing, the saboteurs who knew how to do this were rare, more like those who were willing to do it were rare.

The Commander of the entire army found her way to the front, she was just one of those generically trained commandos. She and Conrad marched in unison to the cockpit of the seeker. Commander stark wobbled out, the alien machine had given him a light case of nossia. Conrad asked him what in the name of Kane's beard was going on? Stark relayed his tale of the fall of his base, and the escape from the Scrin. Both Nod officers stood in stony silence while Stark told his tale. After he was done the 2 Nod officers mulled over his story. Stark broke into their thoughts and said, "From what I've seen of your force and the scrin force we can finish off this Scrin infestation.

The 2 officers left stark and his men alone for a while to talk among them selves. Conrad wanted Stark to be let go and the other commander wanted Stark to be tortured for extensive questioning. The commander told Conrad to return to his troops, and let her deal with this. He reluctantly did as he was told. The female commander by the name of Gene Elza when up to stark and told him if he helped Conrad and her troops destroy the Scrin here and swore to do a small favor for her, in a few days she would let him live. Stark considered this and agreed to the 1st part willingly, but was a little hesitant about the 2nd part.

Conrad an stark Marched side by side a few minutes later and led the Black hand troops into battle. Aboard his fleet captain's capitol ship Foreman 7432 was getting edgy, he had set up all the defenses he could. All he could do was wait; he didn't have to wait long. A torrent of Black hand troops flung them selves at the base defenses, buzzers rushed out of their hives intent on rending flesh and cutting bone, photon cannons sprayed balls of corrosive Tiberium and plasma the on coming horde.

Flames spat from all sides, with in seconds the buzzers were inundated in the white-hot flame, the hives went next, then the photon cannons, then the power plants. From the Carrier ship it looked as if the entire ground was a blaze, bullets riddled his shock troopers, missiles chipped away at the shields. Foreman 7432 was outraged, his entire base was going up in smoke, and he didn't have the troops to hold it. He saw large walking laser turrets shoot his few remaining vehicles. He was glad to see his few remaining tripods holding their own. But that looked to be the only good news. He cursed and wondered where his reinforcements were. Several venoms tried to take down one of his other Assault carriers, he quickly put a stop to their charged red-hot beams, he sent the fierce component fighter ships at them. The venoms fell, some pieces of metal fell on the soldiers fighting below, one wing pinned a rocket trooper, which stayed still too long, trying to get a lock on one of the pesky storm riders, who were zipping around, doing terrible damage.

When his Drone ship fell out of the sky, Foreman 7432 knew he had failed. He ordered a full retreat of the entire carriers still left in the area. He had lost 2 of his original fleet of 10, Foreman 7432 knew the Intel he had gained would not be enough to justify this debacle. All the capitol ships turned and headed for the storming horizon, he just hoped the forces he left behind would be enough, enough to prevent anyone from following him.

Stark wiped his forehead, it was drenched with sweat and blood, he had taken a bad splash burn when a Black Hand trooper saved his life by killing a buzzer to close for comfort. He spent 2 days in the infirmary, Conrad was there to congratulate him. After Conrad left the Russian commando came in, and said "So, u are still alive." "Yes, and now what was the favor u asked of me?" said Stark, "for another time, you have to meat Kane, he will want to talk to you" "You said I could leave, after I killed the Scrin, what's this business about seeing Kane?" "Well…., I lied" She came closer and she had a wicked gleam in her eyes. In That Moment Stark realized that he would never make it back to GDI high command, while she was alive…