Gaiaterra: Elysea's Conflict/Desolator

"Ready for toxic meltdown!"

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The Desolator is one of the infantry forces used exclusively by Gorizont, one of Voshkod's Subfactions. Planned to be voiced by Antony Howell.

Appearance
They're based off the Desolators in Red Alert 3 Uprising.

History
"It will be a silent spring."

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The idea of the Desolator Troopers is nearly as wretched as they would have been themselves. As the hour grew ever-darker for the Voshkod and its leadership, Heart entertained several options and cared little for consensus, as some of his fellow scientists chose to flee the nation, or attempted to do so in vain. Others surrendered to Allied forces; their whereabouts are unknown. He, however, steadfastly continued his research, even in the face of imminent defeat. After all, with many of his colleagues gone, several layers of bureaucracy had vanished, allowing him to rapidly continue with whatever it was cooking up in the Ministry's secret halls. The only known product of this desperate time is the Desolator Trooper Idea (DTI), which was to breed a front-line soldier so terrible that their very existence would have flown in the face of an astonishing 71 different International Provisions of Appropriate Military Conduct.

Although he was responsible for the DTI, he was not imprisoned for it. The Desolator Troopers of course would have taken their name from the poisonous fluids they would have used as weapons. The poisons would evaporate quickly and leave little residue behind so it is impossible to know what exactly they consist of, though they are believed to be the chemical by-product used to power the Voshkod super-reactors. That is, the discovery of the Desolator Trooper is linked to a series of terrible accidents, though the ever-resourceful Heart soon found the silver lining in this. Desolator-based airstrikes have been vogue for Voshkod frontline offensives for years, yet only recently did the Ministry find a way to transport these fluids in a more-portable fashion.

Seeing the basic idea, the Ministry was interested at first, but upon reading Runolf Heart having written on his formal suggestion that inmates from insane asylums should be put in the armored life support suits armed with the hoses full of Desolator Defoliants (for use in clearing underbrush ahead of tanks), his proposal was only approved, much to the complete disgust of the Ministry, by the Gorizont Division, the rest was returned with [REJECTED] stamped on every available spot.

Now under the command of the Gorizont Division, whose reputation suffered a major hit for approving such monstrosity, the Desolator marches alongside their division, melting apart any infantry unfortunate enough to be in its line of sight. The average lifespan of a Desolator trooper is about a year or two (or until their life support dies), during which they require no sleep nor food due to being cybernetically and surgically augmented.

At least one good thing, however, came out of the hideous proposal - the Vodyanoy battlesuits. Armoured, capable of storing great amounts of liquid, and capable of surviving in hazardous environments, such suits have instead been incorporated into Voshkod society... As firemen outfits.

Short story
Undetected by the attackers, only half a dozen soldiers had made it into the Shelter alongside General Orlov. Meanwhile, the MLA fighters were too busy looting the camp for their private possessions and celebrating the bloodbath they had committed. The inside of the container was cooking hot, the air heavy with the stench of sweat and foul breath. Hours passed; they could tell by the movement of a lone spot of sunlight that wandered across the floor as it fell through the air pipe. General Orlov was sitting in a corner of the container with his jacket and shirt taken off, but his cap still on. Fran squatted in the opposite corner, her hands clutching desperately at the small, golden Orthodox cross dangling from her necklace as she whimpered the Lord's Prayer, waiting for the heat to overtake him. Orlov pitied the Vieran woman for her suffering but admired her faith, for he himself no longer had any. The haunting memories of countless black operations had taken that away from him. But as always, he had to keep his composure, for if he lost it, so would his men.

Suddenly, Orlov was shaken out of his increasingly delirious thoughts by the sounds of an attack on the surface, followed by hellish screams, night elven, and a disgusting stench similar to melted plastic.

"Is this the reinforcements?", the tired soldiers wondered with weak voices. "Possibly", Orlov replied. "But let's not rush out too soon. Ready yourselves!" With their last breath, everyone picked up their rifles and assumed firing positions towards the hatch. Suddenly, it swung open and a deep, mechanic-sounding voice bellowed down - in Hyur: "Is there anybody in here? The situation is clear, you can come out!" Orlov scouted ahead and was greeted by a man in bulky armor, similar to the Kvant's Shock Troopers, with a face-obscuring grill. "Major Thancred Waters of the 1st Desolator Division, Sir! Our General is over there!", the brute reported while Orlov was still blinded by the setting sun, trying to make out just what exactly was going on. Around the outskirts, there was still a battle, though a battle involved both parties of equal power, as platoons of other peculiar men began shooting at the MLA with what looked like fire hoses, except it shoot a green horrible smelling liquid and cause the targets hit to scream as they melt into a pile of bones, they were wielding so-called 'Desolator Defoliant' that Orlov had read classified reports of while the MLA tried to retreat, as their rounds bounced off the soldier's heavy armor.

Next to the Trooper stood another gas-masked man with a PDA in his hand and a fine necktie sticking out of his noticeably less filled jumpsuit, taking careful notes of the weapon's performance as it was tested on a group of terrified MLA combatants that made the grave mistake of surrendering. "Orlov?" he wondered as the General doused himself with a bottle of water and approached him. "Excuse my impoliteness, but I didn't recognize you at first. I am General Nikita Ivanovich Aleksandr of the Advanced Weapons Research & Development Corps", he introduced himself while handing over his PDA to Major Waters to carry on with the testing as another prisoner was pushed in front of the weapon. Orlov was irritated by the complete absurdity of the situation and promptly refused to shake his hand. "What's happening here? I was expecting Wolfga... General von Kuerten; the 10th Panzers; the Midgardians!" Aleksandr sighed: "Midgardians? Comrade, I am sorry, let me give you an update: Our forces have been hit hard across the entire theatre and are retreating towards their regional headquarters. The Midgardians you've been expecting turned tail and ran like cowards halfway through the border region." Orlov was shocked: "I cannot imagine Wolfgang just running away like that! He seemed like a man of integrity". Aleksandr let out an inappropriate chuckle: "Never trust someone's outside appearance, Orlov. Quite honestly, I too would have expected more from the famed Tula Division, let alone the Spetsnaz. Anyway, we are done testing and it's time to pack up. Get yourself and your remaining men on one of my BMPs; we're falling back to Juba!"

Trivia

 * This is the based off the Uprising version