August 25, 2849
Vascilia County
It was a few days after the initialization of Alternative V, and it was weeks ago that the people of BAHRAM had learned the nefarious truth, Alternative V ensued in the destruction of the Martian surface, leaving naught but a desolate waste almost devoid of life. There would be no place to rebuild a home, no place for the common man to grow and thrive. Their dreams crushed underfoot by corporate bureaucracy once again. Even worse was that BAHRAM leadership had agreed with the League’s plan, the very people whom the general populace have looked up to for their salvation.
At a testing range situated down in a large valley, the Idolo flew at high speeds past a small lake towards a couple of Metatron powered LEVs. They weren’t like the usual Phantoma however, they were more stripped down, using less of their armor leaving an almost bare frame. Kleine gripped tightly on the controls inside of the cockpit as a blue light pulsed through them, responding to her touch. The modified Phantomas fired pulses of energy from the palms of their hands, but that would do little to slow down the speeding Idolo as its arm blade flipped out and cut off each unit’s head while avoiding all projectiles sent its way. As each target was disabled, they ceased fire as to not unintentionally cause additional collateral damage. With each target bereft of a head, the Idolo flew high into the air where they could see the surrounding area with a bird’s eye view.
Kleine let out a sigh as she removed her helmet to get some fresh air for herself. She looked up at the Idolo’s eyes from her cockpit screen, they were looking out in the direction of the city in Vascilia, the place where many people lived, where her family lived. She would look back down at her helmet, it was well worn at this point, a sign of experience and of many battles before hand. She had been fighting for so long, and for what?
A young man would appear on the screen in front of her, a transmission from the base.
“How are you feeling, Mrs. Daystar? I hope the AI didn’t cause you too much trouble in the field. Even if they did, suffice to say they still need a lot more work before they can be called completely autonomous.” The man would pause for a bit, still pondering on their current situation. Frankly it was quite alarming, they developed all this technology to protect people, to save the planet. And the best thing the board decides to do is drop bombs with more explosive energy than any other weapon in existence. It was the largest waste of time and resources. They had Getters, Armored Cores, Symphogears, Mobile Suits, Para-Mails and everything else they could muster, why could they not trust others to accomplish what they set out to do?
”They seemed to work fine, a few shots came close but I managed to avoid them. As for how I feel…” Kleine would sigh and would look up towards the transmission with a look of being lost on her face. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Hellas. They’ve destroyed everything we worked so hard to protect. I shouldn’t be here sitting in this thing, I should be home with my family, telling them everything will be fine. I should be home kissing my daughter goodnight, but I’m still here. Too stubborn to give up now.” Kleine would look down at the controls as her hands would ball up into fists before eventually releasing her grasp. “But what’s the point of being stubborn if they will never listen?”
The Hellas would smile, perhaps he was waiting for this moment for a while now, and was just waiting for the right opportunity to tell her what he thought of this whole situation. “The fact that you are still here shows that the people still have a will to fight.“ Kleine would look up as she heard those words. She knew that but what was he getting at? “Kleine, you’ve been fighting these things for as long as I have known you. You were always there on the frontlines, defending our people. You and Idolo. Both of you hold the will of BAHRAM, of the people. They look up at you and see a guardian angel, and so do I.” A gentle smile would come onto Kleine’s face as she was reaffirmed by Hellas’ words. “Everyone in this team believe in you, everyone in BAHRAM believes in you. We believe in you, you got that?”
Kleine would chuckle a bit at Hellas’ attempt to keep her spirits high, it seems to have worked the way he intended. “I got it, don’t worry Hellas. Maybe after this I’ll have a word with your father, or two.” She would turn Idolo in the opposite direction and powered up the thrusters. “Returning to base, see you in a b-“
A boom sounded in the distance, the sound of an explosion. But it wasn’t the one they were dreading.
”What was that?”
Hellas looked at the map in front of him. ”It came from…” his eyes would widen in horror as he saw the location of the blast. “It’s Vascilia, the BETA are attacking!”
Kleine would grit her teeth as she put her helmet on, turning back towards Vascilia City. The thrusters howling as they prepared to send her on her journey. “Call for reinforcements, we can’t let anymore of the city get damaged.” With that the Idolo flew with its crystalline wings, to protect what meant the most to it.
Vascilia County
It was a few days after the initialization of Alternative V, and it was weeks ago that the people of BAHRAM had learned the nefarious truth, Alternative V ensued in the destruction of the Martian surface, leaving naught but a desolate waste almost devoid of life. There would be no place to rebuild a home, no place for the common man to grow and thrive. Their dreams crushed underfoot by corporate bureaucracy once again. Even worse was that BAHRAM leadership had agreed with the League’s plan, the very people whom the general populace have looked up to for their salvation.
At a testing range situated down in a large valley, the Idolo flew at high speeds past a small lake towards a couple of Metatron powered LEVs. They weren’t like the usual Phantoma however, they were more stripped down, using less of their armor leaving an almost bare frame. Kleine gripped tightly on the controls inside of the cockpit as a blue light pulsed through them, responding to her touch. The modified Phantomas fired pulses of energy from the palms of their hands, but that would do little to slow down the speeding Idolo as its arm blade flipped out and cut off each unit’s head while avoiding all projectiles sent its way. As each target was disabled, they ceased fire as to not unintentionally cause additional collateral damage. With each target bereft of a head, the Idolo flew high into the air where they could see the surrounding area with a bird’s eye view.
Kleine let out a sigh as she removed her helmet to get some fresh air for herself. She looked up at the Idolo’s eyes from her cockpit screen, they were looking out in the direction of the city in Vascilia, the place where many people lived, where her family lived. She would look back down at her helmet, it was well worn at this point, a sign of experience and of many battles before hand. She had been fighting for so long, and for what?
A young man would appear on the screen in front of her, a transmission from the base.
“How are you feeling, Mrs. Daystar? I hope the AI didn’t cause you too much trouble in the field. Even if they did, suffice to say they still need a lot more work before they can be called completely autonomous.” The man would pause for a bit, still pondering on their current situation. Frankly it was quite alarming, they developed all this technology to protect people, to save the planet. And the best thing the board decides to do is drop bombs with more explosive energy than any other weapon in existence. It was the largest waste of time and resources. They had Getters, Armored Cores, Symphogears, Mobile Suits, Para-Mails and everything else they could muster, why could they not trust others to accomplish what they set out to do?
”They seemed to work fine, a few shots came close but I managed to avoid them. As for how I feel…” Kleine would sigh and would look up towards the transmission with a look of being lost on her face. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Hellas. They’ve destroyed everything we worked so hard to protect. I shouldn’t be here sitting in this thing, I should be home with my family, telling them everything will be fine. I should be home kissing my daughter goodnight, but I’m still here. Too stubborn to give up now.” Kleine would look down at the controls as her hands would ball up into fists before eventually releasing her grasp. “But what’s the point of being stubborn if they will never listen?”
The Hellas would smile, perhaps he was waiting for this moment for a while now, and was just waiting for the right opportunity to tell her what he thought of this whole situation. “The fact that you are still here shows that the people still have a will to fight.“ Kleine would look up as she heard those words. She knew that but what was he getting at? “Kleine, you’ve been fighting these things for as long as I have known you. You were always there on the frontlines, defending our people. You and Idolo. Both of you hold the will of BAHRAM, of the people. They look up at you and see a guardian angel, and so do I.” A gentle smile would come onto Kleine’s face as she was reaffirmed by Hellas’ words. “Everyone in this team believe in you, everyone in BAHRAM believes in you. We believe in you, you got that?”
Kleine would chuckle a bit at Hellas’ attempt to keep her spirits high, it seems to have worked the way he intended. “I got it, don’t worry Hellas. Maybe after this I’ll have a word with your father, or two.” She would turn Idolo in the opposite direction and powered up the thrusters. “Returning to base, see you in a b-“
A boom sounded in the distance, the sound of an explosion. But it wasn’t the one they were dreading.
”What was that?”
Hellas looked at the map in front of him. ”It came from…” his eyes would widen in horror as he saw the location of the blast. “It’s Vascilia, the BETA are attacking!”
Kleine would grit her teeth as she put her helmet on, turning back towards Vascilia City. The thrusters howling as they prepared to send her on her journey. “Call for reinforcements, we can’t let anymore of the city get damaged.” With that the Idolo flew with its crystalline wings, to protect what meant the most to it.
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