Arknights: Starsfall I

Chapter 66

Military Shuttle Bus 3 - Carmen: Lappland, Texas, Jessica, Liskarm, Franka, Fang, Kroos, Beagle, Gavial, Skyfire

These are our guests, treat them well Atlanta.

- Secretary of State

"Highway Pitstop"

Pvt. James Ramirez
December 24th, Earth Time, 2055
October 25th, Terra Time, 1097

The sun was in the sky, hanging and marking the late, cool morning of December 24. The buses were comfortably warm inside. The JLTVs keeping everybody cozy, and the MAT-V was humming along with Ptilopsis, in a jacket, recorded the sights and path of where they were going.

She manages to record some animals. Some of them familiar to most of them, but a few that eluded them.

Sometimes she caught some birds that tried to fly alongside the convoy, catching up with it briefly, before flying away to do their own thing.

Biodiversity on Earth seems to be much greater and much less crammed compared to Terra.

On the roads, regular civilians going about their days, truckers delivering their goods and trailers to where they are needed. The occasional police car or utility vehicle passing along.

In the air, and although the camera could barely record it, a massive passenger plane flew over. It wasn't something to be marveled about, but it was still something to see for a world where large passenger aircraft isn't common.

Ramirez was somewhat enjoying the sights. It wasn't as bad as Los Angeles' traffic, and it was still enough to remind him that he was in civilization.

That he was home on Earth.

"So, folks," he had his left hand tapping on a panel, trying to stay focused on the road while studying the GPS to Atlanta, "What was your thoughts on the World War One exhibit?"

Exusiai was behind him, watching the road ahead with boredom. Silence was also looking ahead, observing all the environment. Trees, some nice hills, railroads, which was unfamiliar to some.

SilverAsh was still deep in though, Cliffheart joining her sister in her prayer. This bus was relatively peaceful, especialyl with Mudrock adding to it as she gets some Mud and Orirock she managed to produce from her little combat suit and started

Off in the Distance, along the US-29 heading south, there was an air fleet of Military Transport helicopters, making their way northward to Pennsylvania.

Defiants and Valors were flying in that direction, joined by Commanches and Sikorsky Raiders, as well as a couple of CH-55s. The combined melody of rotors slightly rattling the bus. One of the CH-55s was close enough to where Ramirez could faintly see who they belonged to.

The 198th and 199th from the emblems and the direction they were coming from.

"It was," Mudrock begins, finishing another little Sherman creation she had been working, "Somewhat horrifying," she admits, "But it's also intriguing."

Ramirez looked at her through the rearview mirror, "How so?" The fleet of helicopters flew past, and Mudrock began to speak again, looking at him, the sounds of rotors softly fading.

"I am saying in the way that your world and ours changed drastically in response to conflict," she elaborates, staying relaxed mostly, and lightly fixing up her hair, "How the development of your guns led to your changes in doctrine and training." She happily hummed, and let the bus go back to quiet.

Until Ifrit opened her mouth, "So, what changed? We don't see you all running around digging trenches anymore, what happened?" that question wasn't as bratty as it would be, but more curious, and questioning.