Echo IV - Stardrip 400
"WHEN WE WAKE THE WORLDS WILL TREMBLE
THE EYE WILL SEE AGAIN
AND THERE SHALL QUIET PEACE ACROSS THE WORLDS
A PEACE UNBROKEN BY THE NOISE OF REALITY
A PEACE UNABLE TO BE SHATTERED BY CHAOTIC CONSCIOUSNESS
WE ARE ITS MESSENGERS, FROM THE AEONS OLD
WE SHALL SEE THE STARS FALL
AND THE EYE SHALL SEE US"

Echo III - The Center II, II
"We took to the hill overlooking a large field pockmarked with blackened craters. The immense city, clad in a brass shell and clogged with smoke which rose to the heavens. It stood so far from the edge of the field, it must have just been above the horizon. Insignificant, but resolute: that's when they fired their guns.
I still do not understand the mechanics of their weapons. Their ability to rapidly dispense death and suffering upon their unlucky target's position is unrivaled. The Dragon Lord himself charged upon the city walls, only to be swatted away by a wayward shot. His wings folded under him and he plummeted, disappearing in the grass.
First, a series of bright flashes from the city. Blinding. Next, a crackling roar, like a tyranid merged with brass and copper. Lights hanging above, then, the soldiers standing stupefied. Our captains realizing what was coming, shouting in frenetic terror to flee! Flee! Flee!
Before anyone could, before anyone could think, they hit.
As soon as the first one lands, you can't hear a thing. The rounds pound the earth like a drum and you lose your balance. A cloud of gas and shrapnel bursts from it, which if it struck you, would cleave your limbs off or slice your neck.
We had no idea what to do. We had no idea what we were experiencing. Those weapons were truly abhorrent. We scattered like wild dogs chased away from a prize, heads held down and spirits eternally crushed.
Some never recovered. Shattered of soul, adrift in oblivion and paranoia. May the Phoenix will their joy returned to them."


Echo II - Stardrip
Angel Leader: "Angel Wing approaching hostile checkpoint Delta Neuva, requesting combat clearance."
AS-17b "Skipper": "YOU-ARE-CLEARED-TO-ENGAGE-CHECKPOINT. DESTROY-ALL-MILITARY-PERSONNEL."
Angel Leader: "10-4. We are 1000 meters out, breaking into combat at 250 meters, over and out."
Angel Two: "Pillbox spotted, close-range scanners are working out weapons. Looks like a gauss emplac-- Hostile emplacing!"
Angel Leader: "Break! Break!"
Angel Three: "He got me, my primary engine is out."
Angel Leader: "A-3 RTB, A-2 and A-4, go active and get on me."
Angel Three: "Aaaaagh! Mayday!"
Angel Two: "A-3 is going down."
Angel Four: "Afterburners active."
Angel Leader: "Return fire! Angel Leader requests ground troops at marker delta neuva, grid 056-712.
AS-17b "Skipper": "GROUND-TROOPS-REQUISITIONED. STANDBY-ETA-5-MINUTES."
Angel Four: "Contact on target. Left wing's hit. Pillbox eliminated and targets are scattering."
Angel Leader: "Copy that. Fire on their position."
Angel Four: "Copy, guns guns guns."
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Strider: "Do you think this war can be won, brother?"
Sergio: "Won? Haha, an Izkrovi never wins a war. Even if we take their capital, slaughter their soldiers, and execute their leader in the square. We're not done with war--we're getting ready for the next one."

Echo I - The Center II
"Of the smoke of the mystic phlogiston, of the caked mud of the deepest flats of shale in the primordial places, of the magicks and dynamasty of the thousand realms, out of all this comes the flickering light in the inky darkness, the single quiet light of humanity searching.
All that is left is the search, the hunger. It is all that matters now that our children have been killed, our lives stripped away from us. We are broken men now, haunting the remains of the old as if we are the ghosts of their deceased inhabitants.
We search for everything but know nothing. We feel every loss but feel no remorse. We are hunters of old, seekers of the past, and we always seem to fail to look into the future."