Blood Sport: Viral Warfare by SaintHeartwing, literature
Literature
Blood Sport: Viral Warfare
“The War Machine is operational.” It said, adjusting the helmet it wore as it sank deeper and deeper through the mantle of the planet Irk, a singular glowing red eye pulsating with inner power like a bright furnace. The faint “THRMMMM” of it’s power suit filled the strange being’s helmet as he continued to speak to his master, sinking further through his home planet’s deepest underground recesses.
“Status report.” His boss insisted. “Gimme the skinny on the scene-y.”
“Geothermal tracking engaged. I’ve now reached 20,000 feet below Irk’s capital and am relay