Following the crash, the cartel gained total control over what was left of world shipping. Their clones allowed them to take and control ports world wide.
After the battle at Manifest Port, the Cartel had another problem. The automated container ships were controlled by computers under their control, or so they thought. There were two such ships at Manifest Port that were unaccounted for and so the Cartel sent a small task force to check these ships out.
Meanwhile, a small unit of UN clones had been left behind following the retreat from Manifest Port. Some were hiding in containers near the ships and some had taken refuge in a small office building on a hill overlooking the port and, so, had a very good view of what happened next.
The Cartel task force was about to board the first unknown ship, when an intense burst of EM radiation overwhelmed their comm systems. Suddenly, containers burst open and what appeared to be soldiers poured out of them. All identically dressed and armed. Other containers opened up to reveal armored vehicles. Almost immediately these mysterious soldiers opened fire on the Cartel, forcing them to retreat up the hill. The UN troops in the area also came under attack.
The UN soldiers on the hill watched in horror as these unknown troops cut a bloody swathe through the slower clones. It was a terrible thing to see, there was something cold, unhuman, about the slaughter as these soldiers killed both UN and Cartel clones. As the survivors reached the top of the hill, they met the other UN task force.
Quickly, they put their differences aside to meet the new, mysterious threat.
Tonight, sunday 16th april, the BF division meet a new enemy. Outgunned, outmanned, they must defend a single point long enough for rescue to arrive.
Come along, and see if you can survive the Third Force.
"What's the point of being a grown up if you can't act like a child?"
The battle was over, the surviving clones surveyed the remains of the robots who'd posed such a strong challenge.
Warband Leader Benee watched as the light dimmed in the robots eyes. They had posed a tough challenge, but when Rathborn of Milan had stolen their tank the tide was turned.
The UN transports flew in to pick up their temporary allies. Captain Chyips and Warband Leader Benee shared confidential contact details. There would surely be a time when they would need each other again.
Whoever built the robots would be back, and who knew when.
Luckily I do know when, next sunday our teams will face, once again, the robot threat. But, next thursday, the UN will again attempt to take a port from the Cartel. Arica Harbor, rush. Be there or be rectangular.