Mythos Effect

Why Me?

Shanzai the Meat Grinder.

Thats what the hell hole was called by the humans. And Henria Iszatophis had to agree. 'Fuck the Hierarchy and their war, fuck Councilor Sparatus, fuck the Primarch Council. And while I'm at it, FUCK THE TURIANS!' Henria thought to himself as he hid down in the dirt, MG fire stuttering above him like a seething lizard. He was a Kan, one of the Turian's many client races. Fucking imperials. He should have listened to his mother, go into business school with the good Volus boys down the street. But nooooo, I just had to be a citizen, I just had to have that extra edge. 'Fuck my life! If i wasn't on bedrock I'd dig my way out of this shithole!' Henria thought once more.

'Now how did i get in this mess? Oh right, THAT.' Looking just above his sweet little crater of cover, there he saw a two armed hunched over monster the size of a two story building. Fucking beast had ripped apart an entire army group of tanks and APCs using its fucking mind. BY ITS SELF! Huey got a new toy alright, and they called them Valluvias. Whoever decided to use his army group as a meat shield and a test subject was going to be shot to death by him personally.

Hundreds of tanks, thousands of APCS! Destroyed in a few hours by a single walker. It didn't even worry about what his comrades could throw at it, its biotic barriers were as strong as a corvettes, and it had the biotic power of a god. And the Anti-Orbit cannons meant that they couldn't call in air-support, and the biggest artillery guns they had was 100 mm howitzers made to suppress infantry formations. He once saw it get hit by an entire creeping barrage of several dozen guns, and it LAUGHED AT THEM. LITERALLY. Its demonic chortling filled the hearts of all those on the field with unending and unnatural dread. Tanks abandoned, weapons dropped, and suicides galore!

"FUCK THE TURIANS!" Henria cursed once more aloud as the MGs nests that were giving him grief resumed firing at him. His shields were literally worthless against the huge caliber cartridges they used, large enough to cause damage to our APCs even! And apparently these MGs were a design hundreds of years old! Whoever this Browning fuck was, he knew how to make a gun that was for sure. He was lucky the defenders didn't have a good angle on him or he'd be dead an hour ago.

'Okay Henria, you're brood mother always told you you had a good head on those shoulders. USE IT!' Thinking in a panic for a few moments a mortar round went off nearby and a body of one of his people came in pieces in his foxhole. He didn't recognize the face, and the IFF was much too damaged to be of working order, and Henria was glad of that. Crawling down to the body, its limbs blown off he prayed to whatever god that he... HE DID! Pulling out a few cylindrical canisters that would make a recruit think it was a bottle of brandy, he pulled the tops off and threw them out over the top. Great billows of red and green smoke came puffing out. Now he just had to hope that his army group's artillery support was either dead, retreated, or focused on something else. Taking his friends other gift, several high explosive democharges, enough to break through the bedrock into the dirt underneath. He was about to get up when he looked at the body and groaned, taking hold of it, he pulled the half of his comrade he could out of the foxhole, then detonated the first charge.

The ground shook as it penetrated, and he looked over to see a huge directed crater had been formed, with smoke obscuring it. "Yes! I can escape this fucking place now!" He yelled in elated joy as he dove right into what he expected to be gravel and pebbles, his digging claws extended. Instead he fell 2.5 meters into solid concrete and rubble face first.

Looking around after he shook his daze free, he saw half a dozen humans pointing guns at him in an underground tunnel, "Fuck this! I surrender!"

The humans looked at each other, before one behind him rifle butted his skullplate...







Then acted puzzled when it barely fazed him, "Please stop." Henria said a bit upset that he was trying that. The human tired several more times to knock him unconscious with no luck.

By then Henria had become slightly miffed at the spirited if fruitless attempts. "Just hog tie him up, make sure those claws are secured too." The squad leader said after a deep sigh.