"Smeggin' HELL!"
I take a knee and swing my rifle up. What in the freakin' universe was that!? I sweep the peak of the dune and along the entrances to the sandy depression.
A voice. It wasn't those savages. They wouldn't taunt you or smeg with you. They'd just kill you. Maybe a battle-cry before a killing blow, but that's it. They wouldn't smeg with you.
I've seen... What are they called... Non-physical beings? Those sentient energy clouds guys. I've even seen a spirit once or twice. But this felt different. I never met one that was... hostile.
It was weird. It didn't feel real. I mean, I heard it, alright. But...
...It felt like someone was talking inside my head. I knew the desert messed with your mind. More than heat mirages: whispers in the wind and cacti that look like drink-machines. But... this was different. I wasn't sure how, but this was real smegging different.
I still wasn't familiar with the concept of meta-phys rounds. I had a clip in my knapsack. They were meant for shooting in... Physically unusual circumstances. Can you shoot a ghost?
More importantly, where were these guys? The flare led me right here. Unless something chased them off, but...
"C'mon! C'mon! Sargent, Agent, We gotta move out C'mon C'mon!"
without looking away from my gun's sights, I take my free hand and shake the tent as hard as I can.
"u/probablyhrenrai! u/Agent_Alkaid! I'm from The Company! I'm with the privateers! I'm here to get you outta this smegging Desert!"
"WAKE UP WAKE UP DAMMNIT WE'VE GOT SMEG KNOWS EHAT OUT HERE AND WE NEED TO GO!"
What in all the meta-verse had I freakin' gotten myself into?