Gaiaterra: Elysea's Conflict/Obliterator Superheavy Artillery

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The Obliterator Superheavy Artillery is the of SKYNET. Planned to be voiced by

History
"Welcome to Oblivion. I'm your tour guide."

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Field Report
Excerpt from the diary of an as-of-yet-unidentified Voshkod Conscript

June 24, 1969: My comrades and I were more than a little dissatisfied when we were told that our first time line of duty would be to quell an uprising in the Mor Dhonan tundra. We were disappointed. Sure, we were not all that happy being sent to the infamously cruel, cold regions of Eorzea, as we expected. Such a job should be done by the Spetznaz or Natasha, not some mere Conscripts.

June 25, 1969: Some news has come up regarding the Mor Dhonan uprising. Apparently, the locals claim that they are giving retribution for an attack on them with our Apocalypse Tanks. We apparently have come here to show them what the real thing looks like or if the rumors are true, eliminate the one who has dared muck up the reputation of our great symbol of power.

June 26, 1969: We made it as far as the trans-Mor Dhonan railroad would take us. As my comrades and I set up our tents, we noticed large tread marks that were still fresh in the snow. These tread marks, however, were unlike anything we had ever seen. When compared to the ones left by our own Apocalypse Tanks that were brought with us, these were clearly made by something much larger. My comrades and I hoped we would not have to meet face-to-face with whatever made the tracks.

June 27, 1969: We have made it to the location of the insurrectionist village. However, there was no village, just many, smoldering craters. The appearance of the village almost gave the impression that it was used for target practice. Clearly, the townspeople were attacked by something.

June 27, postscript, almost unreadable I woke up to the sound of an ear-deafening explosion. When I rose up, our camp was under attack by what appeared at first glance to be Apocalypse Tanks! However, whatever these things were, they were far too large to be Apocalypses. The late-night sun glimmered upon the colossal vehicles as if to magnify them. Even with my new training and discipline, I felt genuine fear. Time is short comrade, and I feel these are my last moments on earth. I hope that I am wrong though and I can...

The writing ends here.