CLEAR THE PATH
 
Alpha and Bravo squads continued to push forward, driven by both greed and
curiosity, dreaming of the relics inside the citadel that would reward their
persistence. Looking back, I curse my blindness, and my men paid the ultimate
price for it. Back then, however, none of us knew what lie ahead.
 
My men gathered around a large chamber filled with carvings.
It almost looked like a historical testament, telling the tale of the Swarm,
its conquests and swelling numbers over the generations. Who or what had
created these carvings was still a mystery to us, but we all agreed that
they could greatly assist us in understanding our adversaries.
 
As a precaution, a nuclear warhead was sent down from the commandship
to the citadel in case the most drastic and desperate measures were
needed to contain the enemy threat. Exact coordinates for the landing
zone had to be continually transmitted to the landing shuttle, but
something within the citadel kept jamming our signal.
 
I sent my two squads to investigate and eliminate the source of the problem.
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