Gilded Age: Massacre in the Foray

"Who gave them permission to fire the heavy artillery?" Did they already consider him a joke? Veilfist slammed his hands on the control panel, as the screams became prevalent. He stopped for a moment. Even if it is a joke, they went too far. Veilfist clicked a blue button on the silver panel. "Report to me! What is going on? Who gave you permission to fire?" Veilfist spoke impatiently.

A crackling sound came through before a soldier answered. "Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. We have no choice. We have no choice," the soldier repeated. "Oh, my holy . . . , they're eating them! Sir, whatever you do, do not exit the vehicle! Drive! Order a retreat! We are even firing the silent, self-contained cannons. They're fast and strong!"

The sound of metal being smashed and ripped was heard. Loud screams and then nothing but heavy breathing. Veilfist's eyes went wide. Either this was a very elaborate prank or . . . the unlikely chance someone was attacking them.