that
fucking cigarette out!
Alright, you Bauhaus bastards,
what's on today's menu of shit?
Incoming!
Get your lid on, son.
Tuck in! Tuck in!
Keep your heads down.
Enjoy!
Don't pick at it, son.
It makes it worse.
Fucking hell.
All the fun of the fair, eh?
I want you to destroy them!
You will now fight!
I want to see only ashes remaining!
Advance!
Is Hunter's patrol back yet?
What's left... sir.
More pressure on the exit wound.
What happened?
Ran into cog armour
five klicks back.
- How strong?
- Five ATCs.
Shit, a full platoon.
We left them bogged
down in the wire.
They called in our position, ran
eight-eighties right up our ass...
Once they get through this wire,
they'll be right on top of us.
- Just another day.
- Right, fucking on top of us.
Shit, here they come.
I guess dead men don't smoke, huh?
Gracias, Padre. I feel
all cleansed and shit.
Sergeant? Would you receive grace?
Top's going straight to hell.
You know your Top
used to be an officer.
A klick and closing, lads.
That's right. We went through
the Academy and everything.
They're nearly with us, lads.
Then one morning he woke up...
with an extremely nasty case
of, 'I don't give a fuck'
A fuck about what?
Every yard we take...
every Cog we kill, some fat
fuck's stock goes up two points.
But it's not about
the money, is it, Sarge?
Ends up where they give
cash bonuses to officers...
based on body count.
Sometimes, I think
you don't believe...
in the righteousness of our
mighty Corporation, Sergeant.
They don't pay me to believe, sir.
Absolutely right.
They pay you to fuck shit up.
Down!
Right, ladies...
this is it, let's get to it.
Up you get! Up you get!
Step to it, boys.
Now!
Come on, ladies. I want you to
show those Cogs your war face.
Come on, lads, step to it.
Lock and load.
Come on, Chita.
Easy, lads, wait for it.
Easy.
Let them have it, lads.
Incoming!
Gas!
Masks on now! Come on!
Fuck!
For a second, I thought
you were going to shoot me.
For a second I was. If I don't make it
out of here, you look after the girls.
Can't I just buy you a drink?
I can't get through to
Betty and Marilyn's fucked.
Take Mary Jane and link
up with Slick Nancy. Go!
You keep that fucking
bonnet on, soldier!
Our soldiers didn't do this.
Fuck, they're in pieces.
Motherfuckers.
Jesus, God Almighty, Christ!
Murderer!
Put down your weapons!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
Has war driven you mad?
My men didn't do this.
- So, you accuse me?
- Yeah.
What was that?
What is that?
Get down!
Come on, get the fuck out of here!
Need back-up. 1047, I repeat, 1047...
I'm out!
Motherfuckers! My leg!
Oh, shit my fucking leg!
Nate! Nate!
I'm right behind you!
Nate!
Come on, then!
See ya!
Come on, then.
Come on! Nate!
Ammo's out! Come on.
- You're not going back!
- Nate!
Had enough?
Come on, you fucking beauties.
Come on, now, let's have ya!
Where's everybody else?
There's nobody else!
Let's go!
Nate? Nate!
Go!
Before the first dawn,
there was a battle in Heaven.
The Enemy was cast out
and fell to Earth...
an evil star...
broken in body but not in pride...
consumed by envy and hate...
it conspired to remake
man in its own image.
And thus the enemy
created a machine.
A machine that stripped the
souls from the dead and dying...
and replaced them with
its own dark essence...
Neachdainn, founder of our Order...
assembled the ancient tribes of man.
Together, they defeated the enemy...
and sealed his machine
beneath the Earth.
The war has broken the Great Seal
and awoken the Machine.
Released from their prison
the mutants dragged every body...
to the pit where the
Great Seal once lay...
and deep beneath the ground...
the gears of the Machine
began to turn again.
Changing the dead and the dying.
Mutating them into
the enemies of Man.
Even the power of the four
Corporations couldn't stop them.
The Chronicles promised us
that one would rise...
and follow the path