*Mongdrigo*
“Of course, my Lord,” Farvo nodded as he ushered the group inside. The visitors weapons were locked securely within a black polymer case, which one of Farvo’s men gingerly handed to Quinn. As the group descended the stairs, Malgus would see Farvo salute at the top of the stairs. “It’s been an honor, sir.” The huge doors slammed shut, and a soft hiss sounded as a pair of hydraulic rams lowered into position.
Farvo turned and looked to the sky. The spire glowed brighter than before, and small tendrils of energy reached towards the ground. Anti-air fire focused harder on the spire, but the rounds were either ineffective or intercepted. He sighed, turning to his guards. “An honor, gentlemen.”
A few minutes of ineffective fire later, ballistic weapons clunked empty and the plasma weapons hissed as the last of their reservoirs ran out. Malgus’s defenses thundered on, but still remained useless.
Then the reality split.
A solid white beam of energy streaked from the spire, striking the ground. The concrete beneath was turned to glass, as a wave of energy passed through the city. Malgus’s men would watch as the Mongdrigans began to change. The tiberium within them resonated with the energy, and began to burn. En mass, the Mongdrigans began disintegrating, as the alien weapon did as it was designed.
*Elsewhere*
The alien creature stood at a strange, organic monitor, watching his work. One of the tripedal spheroid things scuttled up to the man, and chattered. The alien man nodded. “Over ninety-five percent saturation? More than expected. But, a necessary evil. None of the others were hurt?” A few seconds of silence passed, and the alien man nodded again. “Excellent. Command the others, we must disappear. Ready the memory wipe.”
*Mongdrigo*
A fleshy pod-thing shot from beneath the alien spire, drilling into the earth slightly. It pulsed slightly, before another burst of energy moved throughout the city. All of Malgus’s men would forget the exact details of what killed the Mongdrigans, remembering only that they *were* killed. Malgus and his group would remain unaffected.
Around forty-five minutes would pass before the hydraulic rams would lift, allowing the doors to be opened.
Outside, white ashes would wisp across the empty streets, as Malgus’s soldiers wandered about, confused. All of the buildings began to disintegrate, though much slower than the Mongdrigans. It was inevitable, however. The Mongdrigans would, once again, start from almost nothing. But where the survivors were was unknown.
The alien vessels would disperse soon after the memory device detonated, taking the storms with them. A flood of radio chatter would explode from every device available, asking questions and demanding updates.
All the while, Gorbis would continue to fall to ash, getting lost in the wind. The sky, Malgus would notice, had changed. Where rolling clouds of sickly green blocked the sun, were now replaced by an almost imperceptible atmosphere. In fact, in a few hours, life support devices would activate, as the available oxygen would diminish somewhat rapidly. Outside the walls, too, had changed. The ever present tiberium crystals were now gone, revealing the truly dead planet beneath.
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