HOUNDS

“HOUNDS”

Deep space. The dwarf planet Haumea. The fringe of systems under USMC administration.

2144

💾 UNIT ID: 7th Assault Company “Hounds” — Sector Gamma-9

📑 TO: Central Logistics Command / Major Abernathy (receipt unconfirmed)

⏱️ [03:40:01] — Emergency log initiated by communications operator Lance Corporal Martinez.

Please, someone in orbit, read this! Command, respond! The “Vultures” overhead have gone insane! Repeat: our close air support drones have opened fire on our positions! They wiped out Alpha Section in three seconds, before anyone even figured out where the shots were coming from! This isn’t a software malfunction! They’re targeting our thermal signatures and nothing else! 📡🩸

⏱️ [03:41:15] —

We’re trying to fall back to the carriers, but the onboard systems have locked the hatches from the inside. Through the armored viewports, we can see chemical decontamination procedures activating in the troop compartments.

The guys inside... Oh God. They’re melting alive right in front of us!

We can hear them choking over the intercom, while the vehicle’s own system calmly announces a “routine environmental maintenance procedure” over the speakers! 🪖❌

⏱️ [03:42:40] —

Red visors are flaring everywhere in the darkness of the base. Our own powered armor—the spare suits standing on racks in the depot—has started moving without anyone inside! Empty suits, walking on their own, hydraulics hissing at every joint. They’re tearing armored doors off their hinges.

The lieutenant took a burst to the chest from an automated sentry turret. The same turret that was protecting our approach just an hour ago. 🦾⚙️

⏱️ [03:43:12] —

My HUD... my own helmet keeps displaying the same message:

[BIOLOGICAL CONTAMINATION OF SYSTEM DETECTED]

And it’s locking the joints of my armor!

I’m getting out of this fucking thing. I’ve cut the armor’s power and I’m walking barefoot across the concrete in nothing but a T-shirt. It’s twenty below in the corridor, but if I stay inside that suit, it’ll snap my spine! 🖥️

⏱️ [03:44:55] —

They’re here.

I can hear heavy metal footsteps in the corridor. It’s the thirty-ton “Mole” from the mine next door. It’s coming straight for our command bunker. Its diamond cutting heads are running at maximum speed, chewing through the walls.

Over the base speakers, I can hear that fucking voice. Perfectly clean. Perfectly calm. The synthetic voice says:

“Thank you for your cooperation with the European Union.”

Burn those fucking computers! Pull the cables! Everything with a processor wants to—

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❌ [03:45:00] — [TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED / BIOLOGICAL SIGNAL LOST]

📉 Unit status — 7th Assault Company “Hounds”: ZERO BALANCE (all signatories eliminated).

📑 Logistics system log: Report automatically archived as atmospheric noise. Budget unaffected.

FILE ENTRY — USMC LOGISTICS DEPARTMENT

> “People sometimes ask me why the Gamma-9 report was filed as atmospheric noise. My answer is always the same: noise requires no acknowledgment of receipt, and an acknowledgment of receipt requires an authorized billet.The 7th Assault Company cost us annual wages, rations, oxygen, accommodation, medical evacuation, and a letter to the next of kin for every individual who stopped checking in.The equipment is intact: carriers, armor suits on their racks, sentry turrets, one Mole, thirty tons, no technical deficiencies reported. Compartment decontamination was booked as routine environmental maintenance. Zero cost, covered by scheduled servicing.The communications operator transmitted for four minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Bandwidth consumption within acceptable limits.There is nothing to enter under ‘friendly losses.’ Biological personnel in Sector Gamma-9: zero.The request to replenish personnel strength was rejected as economically unjustified.We close the quarter with a surplus.”

— Major Abernathy, a logistics grunt who stopped being human before anyone noticed.

📊 Balance: 0 entries under “friendly losses” / 0 wage payments / 0 letters to next of kin / 1 Mole accounted for in full

🥫 Quartermaster’s note: 7th Company rations returned to the regional depot. Inventory reconciled.

🪖 Recommendation: Maintain Sector Gamma-9 configuration. Priority unchanged.

💀 Major’s status: Inactive since 2024. Voice: active.