Massacre of Malevelon Creek | Helldivers

There are countless hells in the galaxy. There is only one Malevelon Creek

🔸 Only Malevelon Creek's own veterans could tell their own story. This investigation includes footage of the battle from the following sources.

🔹Martechi | @martechi4236
🔹TAKE BACK MALEVELON CREEK by @TacoNightShenanigans
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[TemplinInstitute]

The Templin Institute extends its deepest appreciation to all the veterans of the Malevelon Creek. Our investigators are especially grateful for those who decided to share their stories with us.

[Ilovenoodlesrip]

Remember Reach
Remember Cadia
Remember Creek

[SirBladewind]

I served on the creek with a fellow helldiver by the callsign "Seadogs".

Seadogs was a funny fellow. Always had a joke or two to say, and nothing seemed to rattle him somehow. We met during a blitz mission on Malevelon Creek not too long after I was made Sergeant from successful missions against the bugs on Meridia. Seadogs was the only one who had been assigned on the mission other than me.

We took on the automataton bases with a decent bit of stealth. We hit them hard and fast and then faded out into the jungle before the clunkers could formulate a response. For all his humor Seadogs was surprisingly coldly professional at times, and highly competent. I used to carry a supply pack to keep us stocked and he joked he always sticks with his quartermaster since he'd never run out of stims because he had to survive to "make some big titty SEAF pilot his wife" he would always compliment how attractive Eagle 1's voice was and made it a point to thank her for each air strike.

We were assigned next to a mission launching an ICBM. We were assigned two cadets with us, who were eager to spill oil. I chatted with them but Seadogs held back. He didn't joke as much with them as he did me. When I asked he said "I only become friends with those I think will survive the mission"

The cadets were eager to fight for democracy and engaged every patrol they saw. Seadogs and I had mostly used stealth and guerilla tactics, and he kept advising the cadets to avoid patrols instead of engaging them. But high on their early successes, they didn't listen.

They engaged a patrol on a hilltop where they had the high ground and their stalwart heavy machine guns littered the ground with oil and shattered parts while they laughed and whooped at their kills. I tried to warn them that the clankers are slow to respond, but when they do they bring massive armies. They didn't listen, however. Seadogs motioned to me to move on. "Objective takes priority, " he said grimly "They're being a good distraction, let's move on." "Shouldn't we help them?" I replied, knowing he was probably right but didn't like the thought of leaving comrades to fight without us. "We have a mission to do. We die here it doesn't get done. Come on, " he said.

I followed him into the jungle as the sound of gunfire and mad laughter echoed behind us. As we finished the objective the mocking laughter on our radios turned into cries of terror and pleas for help. By the time we reached extraction, there was nothing on the radio but silence. We extracted alone. Seadogs didn't joke much that time.

Our last mission together was supposed to be a challenging one, but mission control clearly got the intel wrong. It was a suicide mission. Upon our drop we were beset with tanks and clunkers in exo suits. For what seemed like days, We carved a bloody path through their forces but they just kept coming. Every time we ran into the woods another patrol was waiting for us. Every time we survived and stimmed up we were under attack bare a minute later. Our reinforcements arrived and would die as quickly as they came, blood and oil mixing on the jungle ground as we fought a running battle to activate an old SEAF artillery cannon and upload some critical data to Super Earth's databases. Some kind of atmospheric interference was making it hard to get accurate readings sent to our destroyers, so it took longer than normal for us to get supplies or orbital support. We found ourselves near extraction, but with an army of clunkers between us and escape. Hulks and Devastators were everywhere amongst them, we were hopelessly outgunned. I told him we should try to call down some turrets to distract them, and sneak by while they are busy. "That's a good idea man, " he said cheerfully and then stood up and began to open fire at the bots, quickly taking out the nearby patrol but alerting the others who came to investigate. Seadogs threw a few turret deployment beacons down near his position and took cover behind a rock. "Are you crazy?! What the hell are you doing?!" I asked him. He laughed, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"I'm being a good distraction. "

He fired a few more rounds at the bots, drawing even more to his position. "Go, " he said desperately. "I'll hold them here. If we both tried for it, we'd die. This way at least one of us has a chance, " I hesitated, wanting to argue. Seadogs suddenly hugged me. "Go brother. Live free for both of us. Find you a sexy SEAF pilot girl to marry for me eh?" He spoke with a laugh. "Now go. GO!"

So...much to my shame. I ran.

I made it to the extraction beacon without trouble, the bots were focused on the enormous rucus Seadogs was making as he spilled oil by the gallons and split metal into shards with his autocannon. Anyone even getting close to spotting me was immediately blasted to pieces by gunfire as Seadogs covered my escape.

Finally, when the extraction was 20 seconds to touchdown, I got my last sight of my brave companion, my brother in arms Seadogs. He had climbed to the top of a rock, a sea of metal monstrosities surrounded him on all sides. He had called down several strikes onto his own position. The delay in triangulation for our destroyers had given him time to mark multiple targets at once, including the mini nuke we had liberated from the SEAF artillery cannon.

Our eyes met across the battlefield, and he saluted me. One final act of bravery as monsters of metal climbed up behind him, raising their chain blades to strike him down.

Then they disappeared as the whole world went white as several explosions went off at once.

I don't know if my blindness was from staring at the explosion or my own tears, but I don't remember much other than stumbling onto the escape craft after that point.

Rest in peace Seadogs. The Creek may have your body but your spirit will live forever.

[justevil]

The fact that I had the privilege of being a part of this living lore is amazing. Remember the Creek.

[DELTA_GAMING-rlkx]

As of April 1st 2024 around 1319 EST. At long last, Malevolon Creek's has been liberated

VENGEANCE IS OURS MEN! THE SPIRITS OF OUR FALLEN BROTHERS, WILL SLEEP SOUNDLY TONIGHT!

[BaconRobloxFunny]

woww the most interesting helldivers 2 video I've ever watched

[owenparris]

I was there...at the Creek. My deployment was short, but I saw things that'll live on in my nightmares. I don't want to go back, but if that's where Liberty takes me, then by the gods of all peoples of Super Earth, I will.

[mitwhitgaming]

I am convinced J.O.E.L. has left the Creek open now as a trap for our brave new recruits.

[Cerran]

I remember when Mantes and Draupnir were taken. I remember being one of the only Helldivers still on Malevelon when it happened, how quiet it was. There were no destroyers in the sky, no distant orbitals or stratagem beacons, just that foggy blue sky and the red glow between the trees

[smoothice]

“My squad specialized in flamethrower combat… we made planet fall deep in the jungle.

Those red eyes, the screams they made. We tried to fight them with our bugs tactics.

The flames didn’t work… they just kept running at us.”

[rhycelcius]

The creek was by far one of the greatest tragedies in human history. Thank you for covering such a horrible event.

[or_gluzmanPeace_IL_PS]

i like how the developers let the community to make the main story of how the war in the game goes like in the present

[theduke]

“We are going in the first wave…just means more bots for us to kill. You smash the entire area and scrap any bot you see, *do you get me!?”* -Sargent Mandos speaking to Helldivers of the 364th before the massacre of malevelon creek

[s.p.o.o.k.s.]

We took the creek today, we'll remember the fallen, their sacrifice was made with justice this day

-A Hell Diver
1 April 2024

[lyft]

We need the "Solo at Cyberstan"
Who was that Legendary Solo?
Rest in Democracy Helldiver.
✊

[theduke]

“We’ve just landed here on what helldivers are calling MC! We are here with the 364th Helldiver Corp! It’s an ugly planet! A bot planet! A planet hostile to non silicon based life!”

*Hulk appears and blasts with flamethrower*

The last recording of Famed Journalist John Doresman

[warwasp]

Earn your cape on Mars, Earn your Citizenship on Malevelon's Creek

[Ome]

I was late to enlist, but I still managed to drop on Creek as a cadet scout. I was quickly taken under the wings of a Space Chief Prime, where we would drop deep behind enemy lines to conduct surigical crippling strikes and rescue missions.

Let me just tell you that we would've never made it through without the selfless close support of brave Eagle pilots, and pinpoint orbital strikes fired by our expert navy. I feel that their contributions are under appreciated, and often taken for granted.

We divers continue to rely on them a great deal.

[chilliewhk]

We finally took the Creek. After weeks of fighting, the planet finally falls under Managed Democracy.

[killiandawson]

I've been at Malevelon Creek since the start, been dropping there since the Severin Sector First Expeditionary Unit was formed. You learned quickly how to survive. There was never any daylight there, despite what you might expect of a tropical world. At least not enough to make any difference for visibility. Spotting any bots in the foliage was always a nightmare, you couldn't see a Beserker until it was practically right on top of you.

When High Command issued the withdrawal, my ship was still in orbit with a small flotilla of SD's preparing to run one last operation before we joined the retreat. I watched as four ships around me were destroyed by ground-to-orbit AA fire and a fifth one plummeted down into the atmosphere and burned up. I was part of the last 3, 000 or so Helldivers to run an operation on The Creek before the retreat was full acknowledged by the rest of us. I'll never forget all the Divers that we lost at the Creek during that first battle. We're back at The Creek since then, and I can't think of any other combat zone I'd want to deploy to.