Exavil, Mars
Former Rayleonard Headquarters
???? Hours, AD 28XX
“Valentin, there’s another incoming wave of BETA; they’ll reach the final defense line in approximately three minutes.”
“...Aren’t they the lively bunch today. Luckily I’ve just finished rearming.”
The man looked down at his ammo gauge, showing that only half of the total ammo had been replenished.
“I’m heading out again.”
“...Roland be careful-”
“Relax… I’ll protect you all. Don’t worry about me and focus on the task at hand.”
The man gripped the controls of his AC, as it took a step forward from the makeshift scaffoldings and support beams; the ‘hangar’ it had been resting at. The skeleton crew that had been hustling around the machine began to make haste back into the nearby entrance to Exavil.
“Generator output climbing, Operation Pattern Two.”
Vents opened up on the legs, arms, and torso of the machine as it began to glow a vibrant and hot orange-white, nearby metal and even sand beginning to melt from the heat. The thrusters ignited, lifting the machine into a hover above the ground, as green-white particles began to disperse from the machine, streaks of energy arcing around the AC’s core.
“Estimated numbers are roughly 1,000. Roland, please return safely.”
“Don’t you know малышка? Ghosts can’t die.”
The man gave himself a smile before the Overed Booster ignited, blasting forth the black mech, the ‘wings of light’ propelling the machine directly into the horde of BETA. Today was a day just like any other, and like every other, he would live to see the next.
He had to.
Former Rayleonard Headquarters
???? Hours, AD 28XX
“Valentin, there’s another incoming wave of BETA; they’ll reach the final defense line in approximately three minutes.”
“...Aren’t they the lively bunch today. Luckily I’ve just finished rearming.”
The man looked down at his ammo gauge, showing that only half of the total ammo had been replenished.
“I’m heading out again.”
“...Roland be careful-”
“Relax… I’ll protect you all. Don’t worry about me and focus on the task at hand.”
The man gripped the controls of his AC, as it took a step forward from the makeshift scaffoldings and support beams; the ‘hangar’ it had been resting at. The skeleton crew that had been hustling around the machine began to make haste back into the nearby entrance to Exavil.
“Generator output climbing, Operation Pattern Two.”
Vents opened up on the legs, arms, and torso of the machine as it began to glow a vibrant and hot orange-white, nearby metal and even sand beginning to melt from the heat. The thrusters ignited, lifting the machine into a hover above the ground, as green-white particles began to disperse from the machine, streaks of energy arcing around the AC’s core.
“Estimated numbers are roughly 1,000. Roland, please return safely.”
“Don’t you know малышка? Ghosts can’t die.”
The man gave himself a smile before the Overed Booster ignited, blasting forth the black mech, the ‘wings of light’ propelling the machine directly into the horde of BETA. Today was a day just like any other, and like every other, he would live to see the next.
He had to.
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