"...Ahem, testing, testing. Can you hear me?"
"Stop shouting, you fake Russian! The volume's way too high!"
"That red light up there keeps blinking... Ah, Brother Da and Brother Bai's heads have appeared on the screen!"
"What!? So soon, Xiao Wei? I haven't put pomade in my hair or fixed my look yet!"
"Brother Wang, can you take a look? You're more familiar with this old-fashioned stuff, right?"
"Hmm... It is recording. Could you hurry up? We have to assemble in twenty minutes!"
"That's right, A Da! It's not our first time. Get a move on!"
"Don't rush me, Brother Bai... Mnogorechivyy, so long-winded."
"What the hell did you just say!?"
"Nothing, nothing! Ahem... Well then, Bloodsaw Battle Group, First Company, Second Platoon, Squad Two: the third recording of our last words before battle begins!"
A story about four grown men piloting power armor into another world. The setup is a slow burn at first, so please be patient, dear readers, and let me tell you their legend at a leisurely pace.
