@punchrolled liked [+] for a Future Foundation starter.
“Shit,” Gundham growls under his breath, the profanity falling far too easily from his lips.
He has never been one to swear, the poor language only slipping from him in the most dire of situations and this one is dire indeed. He saw too many of his unit die in the initial assault, more than they planned to lose. It is almost like the Despair Cultist were ready for them, like they knew the Foundation had set a raid for this day. Instead of destroying another den of despair consumed victims it is the Foundation Forces that have been routed. Gundham knows what comes next. This isn’t his first failed mission, but is the first time they let him bring attack hounds.
The dog crouches down beside him, head up and alert. There had been two of them but the other was killed in the failed attack. Now it is just them. The former breeder’s own eyes search the gloom, ears listening for any approaching. He reloads his mandatory pistol, cocking the gun and hoping he has managed to hide himself from the cultists that are now hunting who is left. How he hopes he isn’t the only survivor.
A growl rumbles from the dog beside him, the animal rising to his feet and snarling into the gloom. Gundham hears the sound of footsteps, the former breeder shifting into crouch and raising his gun, preparing to fight if need be. A burly figure emerges from the darkness. Eyes narrow and he decides to stand. This might be a mistake but he has to take the chance.
“Identify yourself,” he commands, his dog still snarling.
