Helldivers 2 - fanmade songs

A squad of HellDivers is sent to Vorath, a planet where no active swarm or Automaton threat exists. Instead, they must investigate strange bioluminescent spires emitting harmonic signals that interfere with communication. Sensors detect silent Automaton scouts, but no combat occurs. One HellDiver inadvertently interacts with the spires, experiencing visions of alien history. The team secures an extraction point, leaving the spires intact. The mission blends exploration, mystery, and Helldiver duty, celebrating the squad’s courage in the face of the unknown rather than a traditional firefight.

The Singing Spires of Vorath

A squad of Hell-Divers is deployed to Veyra-3 to sabotage a rogue Automaton research facility. Their mission is entirely stealth focused: plant charges, gather data, and extract without triggering alarms. Reinforcements and stratagems like silent turrets and mines help, but careful movement and coordination are key. The success is quiet, no SEAF uplinks, no firefights, just precision, tension, and professionalism, a story about clever Helldivers performing a surgical strike in the shadows.

Silent Protocols on Veyra-3

On a distant, resource rich planet, a helldiver squad is deployed to secure a vital mining facility. The mission is routine, but as they delve deeper into the planet's crust, they uncover ancient, pulsating alien structures that seem to hum with a malevolent energy. These aren't the typical bugs or automatons; this is something far older, something that subtly twists the minds of those who linger too long. One by one, the squad members begin to exhibit strange behaviors, muttering forgotten languages, seeing visions of a unified, terrifying consciousness. The protagonist, the last sane helldiver, realizes that Super Earth's fight for democracy is against an enemy that doesn't just kill the body, but corrupts the very soul. The beauty of the planet's untouched caverns becomes a claustrophobic nightmare, and the shivers are born from the dawning horror that even victory might mean succumbing to an insidious, alien influence, making them a puppet in a war they no longer understand. The ultimate sacrifice isn't dying for Super Earth, but losing oneself to protect its ideals from a foe that redefines what it means to be alive.

The Whispering Core

Stranded on a desolate, ice covered moon, a lone helldiver, designated 7-Alpha, lies broken amidst the wreckage of their Pelican. The mission was a disaster, the extraction failed, and the rest of the squad is gone, swallowed by the relentless blizzard and the alien horrors it concealed. Severely wounded, armor breached, and comms dead, 7-Alpha is barely conscious, their breath ragged, each gasp a struggle against the freezing air. Hallucinations begin to set in, the faces of fallen comrades, the stern gaze of a Super Earth recruiter, the comforting drone of propaganda. Death whispers, a cold embrace promising an end to the pain, but something deep within, a primal, ingrained loyalty to Super Earth and the ideals of Managed Democracy, refuses to yield. Every shattered bone, every frozen muscle screams in protest, yet 7-Alpha drags themselves forward, weapon clutched tight, driven by a stubborn refusal to die unavenged, to let Super Earth down. The line between life and death blurs, but the hell-diver pushes back, a defiant spark against the encroaching darkness, proving that even when all hope is lost, a helldiver fights until the last beat of their loyal heart.

Last Breath for Liberty

Designated 8-Gamma, a helldiver, is assigned to a deep space listening post, far from any active warzone. The mission is mundane: monitor faint signals, sift through cosmic static for any hint of enemy movement. But as weeks turn into months of isolation, 8-Gamma begins to pick up a recurring, almost musical, signal a complex, beautiful melody that seems to emanate from the void itself. It’s unlike any alien communication ever encountered, and it slowly, subtly, begins to influence 8-Gamma’s mind. The melody promises peace, unity, an end to all conflict, but at the cost of individuality, of thought, of the very essence of what it means to be a helldiver. The shivers are not from fear of a physical enemy, but from the seductive allure of absolute surrender, the chilling beauty of a harmony that demands total conformity. 8-Gamma struggles to maintain their resolve, their loyalty to the ideals of Super Earth, against a foe that doesn’t attack with weapons, but with an irresistible song, threatening to dissolve their identity into a vast, cosmic consciousness. The fight becomes internal, a battle for the soul against a beautiful, terrifying siren call from the stars.

Void Symphony

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Young musician trying to make fan music for Dragon Age and Helldivers 2 and whatever comes to my mind while keeping strong feeling inside as if it was emotional song. Also thanks to my friends for their voices!

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Silent Protocols on Veyra-3

Vhenan Falon'Din