0247 Local Time
Natural Park Sierra Alhamilla
Kingdom of Erebonia
The footfalls rang through the area as the dark-hued metal of the Armored Core walked at a fairly brisk pace. It wouldn't be too hard to follow the path of the machine for an observer; indeed the machine wasn't even trying to hide itself. The stride was a form of intimidation in fact. The sheer fact that a clearly well-armed war machine was casually strolling through nature would be enough of a clear message.
Inside MAVORS' sealed cockpit, Gideon Clements rolled his shoulders in a slightly exaggerated manner as he simply stared ahead into the moonless night terrain all around him. He didn't need his physical eyes to see outside nor his physical limbs to manipulate the controls of his Armored Core, but habits died hard. The connection cables that linked his mind to the machine's first-generation AMS made the extra parts that weren't his brain largely redundant. He'd eschewed his billowing shirt but kept the equally billowing pants; sitting in the climate-controlled cockpit bare-chested.
"The terrain never ceases to amaze me," Gideon murmured to himself as his eyes and MAVORS' cameras both swept the area before he came to a widening of the seldom-used road on which his machine had been travelling. "But it's time for work now. Let's do this." He cleared his throat and activated the communications suite in a full-strength all-channels broadcast that would reach a pretty impressive distance due to the power he was routing through his Core's power systems. There'd be no way any nearby devices couldn't pinpoint his location or miss his broadcast.
Cutting off the transmission part of his comms system for now, Gideon sent a pulse of thought into the AMS to bring the machine up to full combat strength. He knew he was in for a fight. He welcomed the exercize. The five cameras on MAVORS' unusual head flared with bright menacing crimson light as power seemed to surge through the frame as it finished preparing itself.
Natural Park Sierra Alhamilla
Kingdom of Erebonia
The footfalls rang through the area as the dark-hued metal of the Armored Core walked at a fairly brisk pace. It wouldn't be too hard to follow the path of the machine for an observer; indeed the machine wasn't even trying to hide itself. The stride was a form of intimidation in fact. The sheer fact that a clearly well-armed war machine was casually strolling through nature would be enough of a clear message.
Inside MAVORS' sealed cockpit, Gideon Clements rolled his shoulders in a slightly exaggerated manner as he simply stared ahead into the moonless night terrain all around him. He didn't need his physical eyes to see outside nor his physical limbs to manipulate the controls of his Armored Core, but habits died hard. The connection cables that linked his mind to the machine's first-generation AMS made the extra parts that weren't his brain largely redundant. He'd eschewed his billowing shirt but kept the equally billowing pants; sitting in the climate-controlled cockpit bare-chested.
"The terrain never ceases to amaze me," Gideon murmured to himself as his eyes and MAVORS' cameras both swept the area before he came to a widening of the seldom-used road on which his machine had been travelling. "But it's time for work now. Let's do this." He cleared his throat and activated the communications suite in a full-strength all-channels broadcast that would reach a pretty impressive distance due to the power he was routing through his Core's power systems. There'd be no way any nearby devices couldn't pinpoint his location or miss his broadcast.
Attention, Wulf Matthäus. This is the Raven Silica. I am here to execute the lawful warrant for the acquisition of either your surrender into custody or your summary execution, by order of the Kingdom of Erebonia. I am perfectly aware that you are in possession of a mechanized weapons platform. It's deployment will not avail you of anything but a meaningless death in battle... Though if you wish that path, I will grant you the pointless end you seek.
Generator Operation: NOMINAL
Generator Output: COMBAT OUTPUT
Weapons: ONLINE
System Checks: OK
Armament Select: MWG-KARASAWA
FCS: SEARCHING
Generator Output: COMBAT OUTPUT
Weapons: ONLINE
System Checks: OK
Armament Select: MWG-KARASAWA
FCS: SEARCHING