Chapter 9 – The Battle of Dublin Docklands
Chapter 9 – The Battle of Dublin Docklands ⚔️ Dublin South Dockyards, 04:47 Thick dawn mist coiled around shipping containers and cranes as Na Fianna Nua advanced silently. Overhead, Omega drones buzzed in holding patterns, scanning for movement. Salty crouched behind a burned-out forklift, raising his fist to halt the team. Through his NVGs, he saw the heat signatures of Omega Prime’s exo-rig enforcers – hulking figures clad in powered armour, their miniguns whirring as they patrolled the loading bays. He clicked his throat mic. “Ye Olde Large Lad. Gate breach. Now.” 💥 Lad’s Rampage Ye Olde Large Lad lumbered forward, sledgehammer in one massive hand, M249 SAW slung across his back. He reached the heavy steel dock gate, planted his feet, and swung. CRANG! The reinforced barrier crumpled inward like cheap aluminium, the clang echoing across the yard. Omega Prime guards spun in shock as the giant operative strode through the twisted metal, roaring: “HELLO, BOYS!” He u...