Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170518020437/@comment-25218347-20170521015428

The battlefield is utter chaos. Bodies litter the streets along with rubble. Buildings have been reduced to their foundations as rebels use fractured walls as cover from Combine fire. Combine soldiers are stationed along the rooftops as Striders roamed the streets. The smell of decay was ripe, and the sky was a blood red color thanks to the sunset in the distance. The monitors had broadcasted a PLEASE STAND BY message, and most of the monitors had been torn off by rebels.

Anybody with the radio frequencies could hear Combine chatter.

"Overwatch, rebels are being pushed back far enough where we can tone it down to a level 4 emergency."

"Negative. Intrusion detected inside manual production line."

"Wait, the production line leads to..."

Oh fuck.

The dark fusion reactor.

These rebels were trying to fucking cut off the Combine from other universes.

The Sector Leader flipped on the intercom.

"ATTENTION ALL UNITS! WE HAVE DETECTED A MAJOR BREACH INSIDE THE MANUAL PRODUCTION LINE! THIS IS CRITICAL! PURGE THE REBELS AT ALL COSTS!

The rebels inside were trying to hold the fort. The fort being a gigantic computer.

"Oh shit. HERE THEY COME!"