Operation Edgelord - Head hunters - 300 pts - Tunguska Vs Operation Subsection of the SSS

 

Intro

Tara's eyes fluttered open, the hazy aftereffects of cryostasis making her sluggish as she stepped out of the immersion tank. The room was cold and sterile, its pale light illuminating faint disturbances that hinted someone else had been here recently, not to mention the Kiiutan imposter lying lifeless on the floor. The holodisk was missing: Erin. Tara’s mind flitted to her briefly, but she had no time to follow the thought. Suddenly, she became conscious of the blaring alarm, its shrill cadence cutting through her disorientation. Peeking outside the rooms curtain, she saw the hulking silhouette of the Steindrage tearing into the edges of Averroes.

The camp was under siege. Haqqislam forces were rushing in to intercept, supported by a Tunguskan Rapid Intervention Team but tactical chaos was evident even from her distant vantage. Instinct told her to run, to flee before the battle reached her. She reached for her gear, a practiced routine, but as she moved, a new thought took root. She wasn’t just a survivor; she was a strategist. If she played this right, she could turn the situation to her advantage.

Tara rapidly hacked her way to a live feed of the battlefield. Aleph forces were concentrated near the fusion reactor, fighting not just to repel the Steindrage but to protect the critical energy source. Without hesitation, Tara made her decision. She broadcasted her position to the Eye of Hipparchus, virtually raising her hand — a signal of truce. The Aleph operatives hesitated, but ultimately allowed her to approach.

"I can help you," Tara said, her voice steady despite the tension. "You’re fighting to protect the reactor, but you’ll need more than brute force to hold the site. I know the weaknesses of that beast. Let me assist you."

Uncle Pentium studied her, inscrutable thoughs chasing each other in the depth of its potassium tank. Little records were held about Tara O'Neil, and Uncle Pentium knew little records always ment big trouble. After a moment, it replied. "We accept. For now."

“We may have more in common than you think,” she hinted cryptically. "You want to secure our future. So do I."

Her thoughts abruptly returned to Erin. What she had entrusted to her was no game: its shadow loomed large in her mind as she rushed to the battlefield, her mind already focused on slaying the monster and secure Aleph's tentative trust.