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— - Unknown
Ministry of Truth report
Subject: 117th Salamanders Regiment
Authorization: [Gamma]
Loyalty: Comprised
Communication with a good chunk of the Salamanders has been nonexistent, most notably with the Chapter Master himself E’fren and a few of his Lieutenants.
Ships matching the designation of the MIA Salamanders have been spotted over Automaton planets engaging in operations unsanctioned by Super Earth.
Ground forces have spotted the Salamanders there wearing unrecognized uniforms and seeming focused on destroying Automaton jammers.
The behavior has been marked for further observation by agents from a distance to understand why these compromised Helldivers are still fighting the enemies of Super Earth.
Notably, there seem to be pockets of Salamanders who have resisted corruption from the unknown. Reports have spotted many of these uncompromised Helldivers fighting against the Illuminate terrorists with a focus on weakening their vast cognitive disruption network.
Conclusion: [Monitor the situation as it develops]
LIEUTENANT GHOSTIE
LOCATION: [Unknown]
LOYALTY: [ČØMPŘŒMÏŞẼÐ]
Everything feels like a blur. Like a machine almost, I find myself walking through an Automaton occupied city. The sound of SEAF fighting can be heard in a distance. Yet, it all sounds muffled to me.
My heart hasn’t stopped with this anxious feeling deep down ever since E’fren’s speech on Menkent. Like it knows something I don’t…
Everything is so, fuzzy. Yet it feels clear as ever as my boots hit the pavement, accompanied by the sound of the Hellbomb strapped to my back.
Then I see it in the distance. An Automaton jammer. My arm tenses at the sight. For just a moment.. I stare.
I don’t know why I stare. It’s something I’ve seen countless times. Yet something within me is… Scared, by it.
Then. Almost as if on its own accord. I start moving towards the jammer. Double Edged Sickle in hand, yet with that fuzzy feeling in my head persisting.
The closer I get, the more resistance I encounter. Automaton after Automaton standing in my way. Automaton after Automaton lining the streets behind me as scrap on the ground.
As I reach the jammer. I feel a throbbing pain in my head. Like something clawing around in there lashing out. Yet looking inward, all I can hear and see is static.
Øbéŷ
A voice. Not outside, but inward. Foreign yet familiar. For a moment, I feel a sense of clarity as I look at down at myself. A purple and white combat uniform adorned on my body.
“What… Am I wearing?”
I ask myself. Confused, dazed.. Scared. Then the pain hits again forcing me to clutch my head by the side of my helmet. A helmet I don’t recognize, a uniform I don’t recognize. Flashes of faces fill my mind. Wolf, V. My friends.
My other hand moves on its own, activating the Hellbomb.
Now, on pure adrenaline with a ticking timer of death on my back. I quickly drop the Hellbomb and run away from the jammer. Taking cover behind a building.
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..
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BOOM
A loud explosion fills the air as the Automaton jammer is destroyed.
I emerge from my cover and look at the wreckage. The fuzziness returning to my head. Memories of…… Of…. Of….
It probably wasn’t important if I can’t remember..
With the objective destroyed. I continue my mission through the Automaton city with my mind fuzzy yet clear.
Yet my heart still feels a little heavy. Like it knows śømẽțhïņğ I don’t.
