The Dying Sands

Russian just began to open fire as he moved around the massive area to not be a sitting target. He also activated multiple turrets inside the area she was trapped in as they each opened fire with a hail of lead. He also used the many gun ports of the mech to shoot at her as he skid around the area even firing missiles that were also remote controled and even then they would crash near here unleashed a massive explosion which would cause the force to hit her.

He was beyond mad, he was angered beyond imagination. All he wanted was to kill her and be done with it. Spaniard on the other hand sat to the side and began meditating. Channeling the powers of peace to let him dream while his partner let of some rage.

The sudden jump into assault was another act that caught Sarah by surprise, she had finally come to realise how irriated Russian must be at her actions. Hopefully her 'pet' will arrive soon to break her out of this annoying arena. The bullets weren't much of a problem to her as the EMI shields easily dissolved them on contact, the myriad of shells fired bringing up a bright blue colour around her body as the shield worked hard to maintain integrity against this assault. The explosions, on the other hand, were more of a danger to Sarah, seeing the missiles travelling towards the ground at her area made it obvious why, using the explosion itself to cause damage.

She jumped away from every explosion, using the shockwave itself as means to propel herself across the room to gain more of a distance between the two. She was panicking, an expression of concern and anger flooded across her face as she attempted to fire electromagnetic shells back at the mech. There was no way she could hit it, the constant bullets were covering her sight with the blue shielding, effectively hiding the mech from her. Smart bastard. That was when she noticed, Spaniard was doing nothing, he was just sitting there. Perhaps a plan could finally be made.

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Meanwhile, outside of this stronghold, a wormhole opened to reveal Jeremy in all of his rage. His weapon was drawn as his gasmask automatically equipped itself, his magnetic boots holding him down to the outside of the planet sized base. "Where are they? The signal is coming from inside... I'll have to smash why way through." He spoke to himself as he opened a smaller wormhole around his arm, pulling it out to reveal a massive mechanical arm. Wormholes opened around the rest of his limbs as they were equipped with the parts of the giant hand-made mech, finally equipping itself as a robotic arm appeared from the final wormhole behind him, clipping the main body in place as the helmet automatically spread across his face. Jets of air was ejected from the mech as it became airtight.

Finally, Jeremy begun his digging, smashing his fist against the outer shell with explosive impact.

Russian laughed as it seemed that Sarah was losing her cool. "Whats wrong? What happened to your carefree attitude? Oh that's right! You realized that you are going to die You damn bitch! This is what you get for messing with me! Think you can act tough when you face the best mercenary in the universe? Now time to---" His yelling was intterupted when the alarm system of his stronghold was warning him that something was making its way to their location. Mental note to self, make a communication jammer the second he fixes the damage that is happening.

Knowing that his time was limited he loaded the mech with Railgun shells and began to open fire at Sarah. The Turrets soon shot missiles and mortar shells. If this box has a hole in it she is going to escape, and he was going to do everything he can to finish her off.

The sounds of the alarms told Sarah of her 'pet's' appearance, it was much faster than she expected, he must have been doing nothing. Then again, she never felt any usage of wormholes beside that Commonwealth, that's something she needed to check up on. It felt like there was a war going on from the amount of deaths and power usage she felt within the single area, perhaps watching would be the best thing to do this time.

"But can you deal with this now? I can tease him to make him do more damage~" Sarah's normal carefree personality had returned with the alarms, she had calmed down. This had allowed her swift movements to return as she casually dodged the railgun shells, timing the explosions well to stop her from being thrown around. A few rounds were finally successfully fired towards Russian's mech, aimed for the weapons in the hope of using the electromagnetism to shut them down.

Meanwhile, the transmissions had begun to change as Jeremy continued ripping the metallic casing from the stronghold, throwing them out into space. These transmissions had increased in intensity, then stopped, then continued firing in random pulses as if saying: 'I know you're here, I dare you to come for me. Come on, do it.'
His rage increased even further as he switched to high explosives, using wormholes located within his weapon as a form of infinite ammunition as he fired nuclear-sized explosives into the hole he had dug, paired with his digging to triple the speed of destruction. The explosions could even be heard from inside.

Russian growled as some bullets hit the mechs weapon and shut it down. This was not supposed to happen, he should have killed her then he should have been chilling in his pool. But here he was, his target about to escape yet again and an unknown person digging its way to his destination. He was seconds from closing in, the explosion could be heard from his location.

He simply gave up on the spot, hitting the desk of the mech with his head. He knew he had blown this once in a lifetime opportunity to do this the easy way, there was another way to do this and make another realm jumping device if the saftey of his stronghold...why did he decide to make a device away from the place that prevented almost anyone from entering easily? Whatever the case he simply turned around and gave Sarah the middle finger. "Whatever, now that you know you have the disadvantage here I can just build another realm jumping device from the saftey of my stronghold. I rather not waste more ammo on you now that whoever decided to crash the party is here." He called back. Spaniard seemed to know what was going on and finally stopped meditating, looks like his partner encountered some unexpected company which ruined his almost perfect plan. All he did was give Russian a thumbs up. "You can get her next time! Know you know if you play your cards right you can win next time!" Spaniard cheered up Russian a little bit.

Beneath the burning sands an ancient evil stirred. The tomb spyders and scarabs had worked for this day. The day the first of the warriors would awake and go forth to scout out lands ripe for a deadly harvest. Small scouting groups rose from thier tombs moving through the sands in all cold cogs of death with no mercy for those that stood in the way. Death was awake...and it was coming.

The midday sun beat down mercilessly, its painful heat radiating off the endless seas of sand in visible, distorted waves, forcing Rajaa to squint as he tried to see over the crest of the dune before him. This was his first deployment, his first time away from his home of Tallarn, and worst yet his first calm before his first storm.

"Almost as bad as home, eh بـرادر?"

The deep, but mirth-y voice startled him, ripping him out of his half-blind stupor, and causing his body to attempt an instinctual pivot towards its source. A heavy, gnarled hand clapsed down on his left shoulder halfway through, rooting him in place before he had the chance.

"Relax, Private el-Salame, relax." The speaker chuckled, his whole frame rumbling. "You look more nervous than a man with his first زن"

Slowly Rajaa's eyes adjusted from the harsh Sun's glare, his gaze following the arm of the man grasping him. It didn't surprise him at all when the face of his Sergeant, gaunt with stress, but possessed of laugh lines instead of worry, stared back. Sergeant Arkaan al-Shareef simply smiled down at the young man, his brilliant white teeth a stark glimmer in the forest of his dark, coarse beard, and his green eyes forever consumed with a ferocious spark.

Somehow Rajaa immediately felt more at ease with such a veteran behind him.

"مرا ببخش" offered the Private, another wave of relief surging through him at the sounds of his mothertongue. "I couldn't help but lose myself - this land is so similar to Tallarn."

"Ah, yes," nodded the older man, his hand leaving Rajaa's shoulder so he could cross his arms over his chest, and idly pick at his Shemagh "This is your first time among forgien sands, is it not?"

The Private nodded vigorously, noticing the wise glint forming in Sgt. al-Shareef's eyes.

"I thought as much," he said nodding to himself "most fresh Guardsmen get that look when they realize just how small the universe really is."

Rajaa's head cocked to the side, not sure what to make of the man's philosophical statement. "Sir?"

"Nevermind بـرادر, another time perhaps. For now though, come!" Rajaa lurched forward, one of Arkaan's massive hands had collided with his back, a friendly gesture, but one that unknowingly knocked the air right out of his lungs. Before he could even wheeze the Sergeant had taken off, crossing the barren wastes with large, proud strides.

"Ready yourself," the man bellowed over his shoulder, "we had almost left you behind before the Commissar noticed we were short a man!"

Rajaa just watched, still not used to seeing such joy in the Guard.

"At least there are no sandstorms here.."