So, I googled “Fractured Empire” the other day, and found that there a soon-to-be released game called Exodus Wars: Fractured Empire. Although those titles aren’t 100% the same, I’ve decided to change the title of this series. Henceforth, the title of this series will be Iron and Ice. Not only does this help differentiate the series, I felt that the original title was a bit misleading as the empire in the story wasn’t so much fractured, as non-existent. Hope you like the new title!
On a side note, I’m looking for artists to illustrate scenes from the story and possibly draw cover art for the published versions of this and other of my stories. If you like drawing tanks, space ships, soldiers, monsters and the like, please comment and we can get in contact!
With that being said, here is part four of Snow Can Kill! If you’re new to the series, I suggest going here, to get caught up!
Dimtiri barely had time to gasp as the Roxolan’s shell streaked towards him. He hunched his ride over to duck the shot, but it struck the rocket launcher on his shoulders, tearing through the housing before passing through. The shell exploded in the air behind him and Dimitri felt the shock-wave through his cockpit.
“What the hell, Yanin?! You trying to get me killed here?”
“I don’t know! I mean, no, I’m not but-” Yanin spluttered through the static in Dimitri’s headset. “He had me cold, could have blasted me to bits!” Dimitri gritted his teeth as he resumed evasive maneuvers. With his rockets gone, this fight had just gotten a lot harder. He sidestepped another cannon and returned a few shells of his own. Snow geysered from shell impacts and turned to steam from the heat. Trees burst as they were caught in the crossfire. Near misses rocked his ride, and Dimitri knew that a battle of attrition would end poorly for him. Beyond his opponent, Dimtri saw Yanin’s ride loping through the snow toward the enemy.
“Hang on Dimtiri, I’ve got him!” The radio fizzed and cracked.
“You’ve only got one arm, idiot!”
“Actually, I’ve got no arms. Can’t work the cannon right now.” Dimitri could hear the pain in Yanin’s voice. A shell exploded in front of him, and he squinted as smoke billowed in through the vision slit.
“Yanin, no! You can’t do anything to him!” Dimitri’s rifle clicked dry, and he pressed a button, ejecting the empty hopper and automatically shifting the next one into place. He only had one more reload after this one. He brought the cannon up and resumed spitting shells at the battered Roxolan. “Yanin, back off! I might hit you!”
“Knowing you, yeah, you probably would.” Through the drifting smoke Dimitri could make out Yanin closing on the enemy. The Roxolan hadn’t noticed Yanin approaching and continued to fire shell after shell at Dimitri. Yanin’s ride built up speed, barreling straight at the enemy. Too late, the Roxolan turned to face him, bringing its cannon around to blow him apart. It got one shot off. The shell passed through the abdomen of Yanin’s mech before it even had a chance to arm and exited in a shower of debris.
With a heavy crash of twisting metal, Yanin’s ride collided with the Roxolan, pushing the heavier machine back. The enemy pilot dug his heels in, and remained standing. Its pincer arm whipped around and stabbed deep into Yanin’s flank
“Dimitri you sonofabitch! KILL IT!!” Yanin’s cry kicked Dimitri into action and he thundered forward. With a roar matching his own, Dimitri’s chainsaw revved and plunged into the back of the Roxolan.