>>721116123
imagine being the epitome of tiberium harvester alien lifeform, you are interfaced into a detachment of reaper 17 tripods, you have lived for millennia, your own tripod is equipped with personal shields, fully saturated tiberium empowered laser arms. you drop into just another new harvesting operation..Earth? pffah... just another ball to be added to your glorious race of alien might.
you drop in a cluster of meteors to breach the atmosphere, little anti air prevents you...the metero impacts a large open devastated field, out you go, with a collection of your four brothers, howling in triumpohant BBBRRLLLAAAAAA, to signal that you are here to destroy and absorb this planet and its homogenous race.
then in the distance, in the vast fog, multiple flashes is seen, your Heads up control display detects 36 instances of heat, you barely have time to process the information before a 150 MM shell impacts the front of your shield, the tip is a drillingpoint, you hear the primitive technology churn as some sort of sonic emitter within the massive artillery shell disrupting your shield, causing tears to open, for the first time in your millenia long life, a flash of fear hits your psyche as you see the drilltip of this primite weapon, no more than a metal thrower slips past a crack in your shield, and hits straight right above the center where your neural center lies...it hurts as the living metal churns as the shell lodges within...then a brief moment of pause, before a click is heard, and it detonates, fire and alchemy of a monkey race ignites and tears open the entire top of your tripod, ending your thoughtpatterns immideatly as the tripod collapses backwards, leaking green.
