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Three missiles pop from the frame of a serpent before streaking toward the black and blue frame of a templar's ATLAS-3. In response the templar fires activates its trench coat sending shrapnel to intercept the missiles, before firing its emergency vents.

Twin cones of fire launching the mech to the left allowing it to just barely avoiding a blast from the serpents condenser. With a thought the templar, MOTH Sokolov flips out the twin flechette guns on his mechs forearms and returned fire forcing the serpent to cover its chest and head with its bulbous arms.

“Nice try earther.” the serpent pilot says before throwing his mech into reverse. There is a squeal and cloud of tire smoke as the mech launched itself backwards firing its condenser with its free hand.

Firing his mechs jets Sokolov jumped over the blast of magical energy before crashing down in a low crouch. As a second bolt came at him he spun his mech around the projectile firing first his left and then right wrist cannons. Using his thrusters he dove forward over an overturned mule and into cover at the edge of a building.

‘warning: Incoming hostile Siafu’

Turning to the left he the few seconds it took for the captured mech to clear the building pass. The twin auto cannons on his Icarus mounts sprang to life and as the siafu clears the building he unloaded both his wrist and back weapons into it.

Sparks flew as armor piercing shells and flechettes punched through steel. And after several seconds one of the shells found a magazine causing the entire mech to explode. With a flick of the wrist the spent magazines flew from the arms of sokolovs mech as he scanned the battlefield for his opponent.

Meanwhile across the battlefield Crux raised his shield allowing the sword of the serpent mech facing him to slide to the side as he thrust his sword forward. In response the serpent spun into the thrust barely avoiding the swords tip and slammed the ball of his shield into the Atlas-3s chest.

Staggering back Crux fired his thrusters to avoid a follow up slash and fired three micro missiles toward the serpent's head. Seeing and reacting to the threat the serpent manoverd its shield into position to block the missiles. Meanwhile while twin rooster tails kicked up as it reversed from the now advancing NAC machine.

Seeing that his opponent was in retreat Crux dropped his damaged and half melted shield and unfolded his left arms autocannon. Not stopping to aim, instead allowing his mechs AI to compensate for his gate Crux thrust his fist ahead of him and fired stream after stream of grenades into the serpent mechs rapidly disintegrating shield.

Cursing the the serpents pilot maneuvered his machine between two dragon warriors in hopes of using them as a shield. The instant the cannon fire ceased he slammed his shield down embedding it into the mud and retreated his condenser cannon mag locked to his back.

As the golden particles began to condense the operator watched the templar fire his thrusters as he neared the two drakes. First slamming his machines shoulder into the leftmost dragon while simultaneously piercing its chest with his sword.

The beast toppled back onto the ground as Crux pulled his sword from the dragons chest. The second beast made its play then but as it neared the leader of MOTH team-3 side stepped. Crushing the skull of the first dragon under foot and delivered a quick downwards cut severing the drakes head.

A blinding flash and burst of particles sent the sword from his hand and laid crux low amid the two bodies of the dragons he had just killed. Seconds later the form of the serpent mech looked over his mechs sensor dome raising its sword high the serpent then plunged it down toward the earthers cockpit.

Crux kicked out with his mechs damaged leg causing the sword to miss and lodge itself into the mud beside the atlas. Before firing his jump jets and grabbing a hold of the serpent's head.

Bringing his knee up he slammed it into the machines chest before taking a hold of the mechs left right arm. Planting a class ped against the mechs legs he pulled and twisted back. Using his mechs superior strength to tear the limb away from the serpents chassis while managing to damage his opponents leg actuator in the process.

“Deploy melee spike.” Crux once again took hold of the serpent with his left hand . While his right first retracted into the forearm before being replaced with a four foot cone of diamond tipped tungsten.

The serpent stepped to the side in attempt to dodge the blow but Crux kicked out the UEC mechs legs from under it. Now somewhat kneeling down the UEC machine made a quick and desperate play for its sword. But just as the fingers wrapped around the hilt the entire mech went limp as the spike punched through its back.

With his opponent dead Crux retracted his spike and surveyed the battlefield before two figures approached him. The first was Prowler who handed him his sword and the other a dragon wearing a massive NAC spaceborn infantry patch in its webbing.

“Prowler, Grim Claw, with me. There are more heathens to kill.”

Silently the former seamstress studied her hands. It was rare for her to have a moment of clarity, especially one that allowed her to actually see the world, to see more than the hazy blanket of altered perception given to her by the cocktail of drugs that Rarity would give her to ensure that she wouldn’t spend hours trying to scrub the very fur from her limbs. The filthy feeling of what had happened still hung on her, but there was something different.

She felt a connection, a strange old connection become silent. In a way it was almost like a piece of her that been broken was suddenly cut away, cast to the side, and left to wither and die on its own. She walked slowly toward the door, opened it, and heard the sound of the ventilation system. Like most Earth Ponies she didn’t like space stations. The connection with the ground was gone, except in the atriums, for what little bit of connection could be there.

She wandered around the quarters, uncertain of why she was kept in here. Rarity had said something, long ago, about keeping her safe, protecting her from anything that could hurt her, but it felt so foreign. She barely felt like herself anymore. Her cutie mark itched with the need to create, to make something beautiful, to be true to herself, but she wasn’t sure who that was anymore. Foggy memories stuck out like a sore thumb about Rarity. Slowly those memories became clearer, and she could see that Rarity’s protection had come at a high price. She was a kept mare, a sexual relief aid. It felt so demeaning to even consider. Rarity had protected her, but at the same time she had used her.

Her wandering had led her to a mirror, and there she looked at the pony staring back at her. The mare in the mirror was wearing a silk robe, her hair done in a Prench Braid, her lips were adorned with a mulberry shade of lipstick. She wasn’t herself anymore. She was a doll kept by an adoring master. She closed her eyes and struck the mirror. The sound of the glass breaking echoed through the small quarters, and then she looked down into the sink. A long shard lay there. Most would see something that was to be discarded, dangerous, but she saw freedom. Something inside her screamed that this was her chance. She walked toward the large tub, filled it with warm water, added a wonderful smelling lavender bubblebath, and took the shard with her. She slipped into the water, letting it soak into her every pore, and then the shard drank deep from her arms.

She leaned back, hearing the sounds of someone shouting outside, but not caring about who it was. No, she found freedom. Slowly as the darkness surrounded her a dark form with a ram’s head appeared.

“Ahhh... Come, you are to be judged, and then you will be mine.”

She studied him for a moment, “Who are you?”

He smiled, his leathery skin pulled taunt against his skull, “I am Grogar, lord of the dead, king of Tartarus, and judge of the souls that enter. There are such sights waiting for you…”

After we incinerated magic’s armor and loaded up with as many weapons and power cells for our armor as we could carry we moved out. But before we left completely I took the chance to liberate one of the SRA nuke tubes from the table. We made it three corridors down before our extraordinary luck ran out.

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“Contact left!” I shouted as a hulking mech with a single evil blue eye came around the corner. Barely I managed to dive to the ground as two streams of bullets slammed into the wall where I had been just a moment before.

Before any of us could react the ceiling collapsed and a larger machine wielding a kind of sword slammed down ten yards ahead of us.

“Harris LHO, dust this fuck!” Instantly Big Dog slung his rifle and snapped an M99 from over his shoulder. The big machines stood to its full three meter height and leapt toward us. But just as it was about to make contact with that sword Harris’s round punched into its chest.

The purple mech seemed surprised by this as the shell exploded blasting it back down the hall. The robot slammed through the wall kicking up dust and causing a fire in the room beyond. On reflex I stuck my rifle around the corner. “Harris what do you see?”

“What the hell are these things? That fuckers getting back up!” Harris shouted before lobbing a grenade around the corner.

“We call them AGS their vial things a bit like the larger combat robots you earthers sometimes use only powered and operated by souls captured in gems. Or something i haven't heard very much about them since we stopped using them a while ago.” I heard gutsy say as I unloaded an entire magazine around the corner.

Reloading I then room the chance to use the mirror to check around the corner. There I saw the AGS Harris had shot shooting back through the hole in the wall it had created. Beside it the original machine reloaded its weapon and a third mech swept the hall with its wrist gun.

“We need to get the hell out of here or those things are gonna fuck us up real quick. Harris, Gutsy E-smoke. Maybe we can scramble there sensors.” the two of them nodded and Gutsy handed out a single blue and white cylinder to Harris and me.

Nodding I turned my gun back around the corner and later down suppressing fire as my two companions activated their grenades and lobbed them around the corner. Instantly three streams of tracers lanced out randomly into the smoke and toward us slamming randomly into the wall.

It wasn't perfect but it was our only chance so we took it. The three of us halled ass as fast as we could across the hall and into the adjacent corridor, but we didn't make it unmolested.

As soon as Harris made it across I got clipped in the thigh. Likely the bullet had ricocheted off of my armor and skimmed my leg. But gutsy got the worst of it. Dozens of bullets tore through her as she crossed the hall. And at first we thought she was a goner but she soldiered on in spite of the numerous bullet wounds.

“I'll heal my curse won't let me die that easily. We need to get moving that won't stop them for long.” she said and to my amazement she was right. The wounds on her body were slowly but surely closing.

Wrapping her arm over my shoulder I hauled her up and helped her walk down the hall with Harris on point. Honestly we made it all of about two hundred yards before more bullets came up from behind us. But this time we were ready. Harris without skipping a beat slung his rifle and pulled a mars launcher from his back and loaded the tube with two purple banded rockets.

Fearing the worst I threw Gutsy to the ground and dove to the side as the damaged purple mech slide toward us. The mech was just about halfway to us when a rocket sailed over my head and into the machines chest.

The entire machine exploded as the anti lanky missile distorted and ignited its payload of aerosolized high explosive. I was about to scream at Harris when a second rocket tore through the hall and spattered against the ceiling causing the roof to collapse on top of the two other mechs who were taking cover.

“Fallon those were my only two rockets, let's move no idea how long that will hold them.” He called out throwing the launcher tube to the ground. Nodding I scooped up Gutsy again who welcomed the aid and we moved on once again.

The entire complex rocked once again as another railgun round struck close by. We thought that would be it but soon as we neared a freight elevator we came under attack once again.

But this time it was different, an entire squad of UEC soldiers came out to meet us as we exited an elevator pinning us in the lobby of the elevator room. We returned fire gunning down four of their number before I was tagged in the side forcing me into cover.

Looking down I saw that I had streaks of blood running down my armor. “Damn it in hit.” I grunted out as a hail of bullets slammed into the overturned pillar I has squatting behind.

“Were all hit sergeant stuff some dirt in it.” Harris grunted as I watched him scoop up a small handful of sabot dust and stuff it into a bullet wound on his leg before turning back around and returning fire.

It was then that seven new combatants took the stage. Six ags came skidding in from two side passages adding their fire to that of the UEC soldiers. Instantly the cover I had been hiding behind began to disintegrate under the barrage. The last I didn't get so see him I heard Gutsy curse.

“Buck! Blazer stay down!” the mare yelled as she dove to the side a fraction of a second to late. A brilliant blue beam of energy sliced through the air and severed her hand at the wrist as hit the ground.

Then I saw a blue tymerian standing on the third floor balcony. His weapons blade was unfolded flaring out and back in segments as blue energy surged through it.

“Damn it that lizard has us dead to rights and he knows it.” I said looking up at him with my mirror.

“I'm open to Ideas fallon.” Harris said before suddenly and violently reaching over his cover to pull an unfortunate zebra back over. He pulled out his knife and began to repeatedly stab the non pony to death before he pulled the pin of a grenade on the zebras chest and using his armors assisted servos tossed the body back over.

There was a chorus if shouts before the grenade exploded. The explosion cooked off the other grenades on the dead zebra and took one of those ags down with it but barely as it exploded next to its head.

This only seemed to anger the other five machines and they began to push their advantage. But it was then that things changed and I got an Idea. Suddenly the entire complex bucked violently and I could actually see the ground buckle underneath my feet.

‘Warning, shield breached, warni…’

It was then that a fuzzy dealing washed over me followed by an almost welcoming feeling of belonging. My vision darkened for a second before returning to normal as red fireflies began to filter into the room.

Then it happened a thunderous boom that knocked everyone off of there feet sending then sprawling to the floor. Like a switch every single piece of unshielded tech began to spark and spit before shutting down as the resonance missile struck the base. Suddenly I felt the tartarus on the back of my head begin to burn before suddenly stopping.

Reaching back as everyone slowly got back there feet I felt the plug was gone. In fact it was sitting on the ground beside me giving off green and blue sparks.

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“Hell yeah.” I grunted before crushing it under my boot. No longer bound by not being able to use my implant like a savage I thought my password.

‘Charlotte is the reason I am still alive today.’

[Welcome back MO.T.H Fallon]

Instantly the edge of my iris began to glow a dull red as my HUD flashed before me. Ammo counter, fuel gauge, power meter, Power allocation, jet control, air meter, damage control, everything I would normally see with my helmet sprang into view superimposing itself into my vision. I smirked as I felt my suit finally link itself to my implant and begin injecting me with painkillers, adrenaline, and plasma.

“Harris Tartarus is down, dial up your suits servos and kick on your jets. Gutsy get ready to grab one of us. On three.” I half thaught half shouted to Harris and Gutsy as I began to feel my pain begin to die away.

“God damn it Fallon, is your idea going to get us killed?” Harris asked as I spy an adjacent stairway. To my left I could see Gutsy removing the ring from her horn before flashing me thumbs up.

“You know it.” I thought back through our squad link. Taking the Adskiy Metatel off of my back I removed the SRA micro nuke from its tube and diald the timer down to thirty seconds.

“Then I'm in.” Harris laughed as both of our jets primed themselves. The UEC troops were beginning to stir now and spastic fire began to come at us again.

We had seconds before we were stuck here. So taking a thermobaric grenade from my chest webbing I primed the explosive and hurled it toward the soldiers. “Grenade!”

“Go!” I shouted breaking from cover in a burst of speed. Two seconds later I scooped up Gutsy and ran for all I was worth.

Behind us the grenade exploded just as we neared the staircase kicking up smoke and debris. I felt a piece of shrapnel piece my arm as I ran faster than I thought myself possible.

We ran as fast and as far as we could and soon Harris passed me. His legs pumping so fast It was like he was just flying up the stairs with his jets.

Twenty seconds later we reached the top of the staircase and kept running. Soon socratic fire from behind caught our attention. Killing our jets and skidding to a halt both Harris and I bounded off of a wall and dove to the deck.

I pinned Gutsy beneath my armored bulk and covered my ears as an apocalyptic explosion rocked the corridor. Far behind the two advancing AGS and around a corner the staircase we had come from exploded.

The force of the blast picked me up and slammed me into walls and across the floor as it washed over us. I felt a crackling in my chest as my ribs cracked and my vision blurred as fire burned around me.

“GeT Up. WhErE iS YoUr IrOn?” Blinking my eyes as a weight presses down onto my chest I see an earth pony standing with a hoof pressing into my breastplate.

“I am going to enjoy killing you..” she began leveling her m4 esk rifle at my face and pulled the trigger. There was a click as the weapon jammed and her face sank while I smirked. Thrusting my hand down I pulled my pistol from my leg holster and put two rounds in her grape.

Her head snapped back as her body went limp. And I rolled onto my stomach as pushing myself to my knees. “Sound off?!” I coughed feeling my lungs filling with fluid. To my left I could see Gutsy crawling to her hooves. “Still here brother.” my old corporal instructor called out.

“Fallon, what's your status?” Harris squealed taking Gutsy’s hand and getting to my feet. Looking down I saw the explosion had knocked my dog tags loose. And seeing the so called heart scale Miiora had given me spurred me to action.“I'm good veteran. Let's move.”

We were in a bad way with Gutsy at the lead Harris and I had to use one another as support. Both of us were walking wounded and we knew it. But we were in the final stretch now, the hallways here were brighter, and lined with carpet. The entire place looked like some burber hotel or the Dounis estate that one time I had visited with my mom.

Eventually we saw it, the exit. But there was just one problem just as we passed through the doors we came face to face with that damn lizard. He stood there with his staff like he had been waiting for us this entire time. Keying up and injection of biofoam and pain killers I limped forward.

“Alright, Lizard…. Round two.” I said as confidently as I could pulling my dog tags out from under my chest plate and running a finger over the pouch that held both Miiora’s picture as well as my mother's.

With an effort I reloaded my rifle and flipped the handel on the chainsaw bayonets open before revving it. “Come get some.”

Bra’tac slammed the base of his staff into the ground before leveling it at me. As he did this the blade on his staff began emitting a glowing blue light at the edge. Then before I could say anything else he was on me, he crossed the distance in a flash giving me just enough time to bring my rifle across my chest to block the blow.

His weapon sparked and skipped against the revving teeth of my chainsaws edge before the weapon bucked in my hand knocking both of us back. Bra’tac looked like he was about to charge me again when Harris and Gutsy raised their weapons and began unloading their rifles at him.

To his credit he didn't wait around to get shot. That lizard sprang into the forests thick brush and we lost him. Then two blue bolts of energy sailed within inches of forcing us into the forest to seeking cover.

“What do you mean they escaped!” The human traitor shouted back handing a drake across the snout. “Damn it!” Around us the other four siafu mechs of Williams weasels sat watching the scene.

In a rage he opened the cockpit of his ATLAS and stood on the bottom half of the clamshell hatch backlit by the red lights all NAC vehicles and armor seems to have. That is a strange choice in coloring, one would think they would choose something like blue or green to symbolize friendly forces to one another. But instead they chose red a color that is almost universally accepted as hostile.

“Alright, fuck it. It's stroke time Fallon.” He said as he pulled a tartarus controller from his battle armors leg pouch before depressing the single button. Only for the negative connection chime to signal. “What? No connection… That can't be right. There's no way they could have taken the plugs off. Unless. Fuck of course with the shield down a single resonance missile would have deactivated them.”

“My mat… I mean master would it not be…” Min’Baku began sliding her her body through the cockpit of her mech. And stopped as the wind shifted and she caught a scent that filled her with rage. “Bakshakola, kitsobwoli!”

“What the fuck are you saying?” Her master asked turning to face her as she slid back down into the cockpit of her serpent before rocketing off into the forest.

“Damn it. After her she has a scent. Lets move people!” She heard her master shout over the radio. But her mind was set on her sisters scent. She would kill her make her suffer not only because her master would enjoy it. But because Mii'ora deserved it for everything she had to endure because of her smallest sister. She hated her and wished she had been taken by the dragons earlier sooner.

Eventually the three of us found ourselves hunkered down behind a collection of large stumps and fallen trees. Sporadically alternating beams and bolts of sapphire, ruby, and gold energy slammed into our position forcing us to duck down. “Last mag!” Gutsy shouted holding up the m-66 we had her take with us.

“Here! Make’em count!” I shouted throwing her one of my extra magazines. She caught it deftly and slapped it into her rifle with a noticeable fumble. Before turning back and returning fire in an attempt to pin down the blazer wielding elite guard.

Instantly one of the streams of energy stopped. But strangely it was the gold one not the red one that Gutsy had been shooting at. Harris maybe, no he was unjaming his rifle. Who then who took out that guard?

Just as I was about to turn back around it felt like someone drop kicked my lower ribs. Falling back against a tree I looked to see my armor had been breached. Already I could feel my armor working to seal off the wound and administer biofoam. Looking to up I could see a lone figure sprinting toward me staff in hand.

Bra’tac that bastard was coming at me on all fours that staff of his slung on his back letting out that deep bellow of his. When he was close enough to me he reared back and knees me in the chest making me slam by head back I to the tree.

My vision blurs as he looms over me holding his staff in front of me as a blue pulse makes the weapons edge unfold. “For my Sister human.” He says prompting me to return his comment with a rather rude gesture.

Then a mass of grey and red slammed into him from the side. As he went sailing he managed to smack he with his staff sending my sprawling to the ground. From my prone position in the mud I shook my head to clear my vision and was granted with the unpleasant sight of a human dressed in the same kind of armor as the lizard.

The Caleb was flanking around Harris’s position but before I could shout out or send any warning a huge black shadow fell over the guard. As if sending the threat she whirled around to see a red eyed zaltule looming over her.

Durge used one of her arms to snatch the staff from the caleb before grabbing and lifting her up with with two more of his other hands. Oh she kicked and screamed but durge still clamped down with his huge tarantula like fangs sinking them deep into her neck and collarbone.

Mercilessly he but through her armor and tore her free letting her spasming struggling body fall to the mud while his eyes and weapon turned on another target. Scuttling to the side Durge avoided a blue bolt before he lunged effortlessly onto the trunk of a tree.

His four legs clacked and scrapped as they found purchase allowing him to climb around the trunk like the spider he was before he brought his mark32 to bare. The auto grenade launcher bucked in his hands like a rifle to his large form earning a pained but short shout of pain. As the mangled body of a unicorn flew out from behind a bush in pieces.

Durge then leaped down from the tree as a large bush below him shifted. Blood sprayed from the bush and another caleb burst from the shrubbery covered in rust colored dragon blood. But soon fell flat on his face as Durge grabbed his legs in two of his arms. The man screamed as Durge took the humans hands in a third hand and lifted him up sideways.

“Please! Please don't kill me! Someone help me!” The caleb shouted before Durge opened his mouth and bit the man open spilling his intestines and other I guess what was left of his liver onto the rain soaked ground. The man's screams turned into a guttural primal whale of pure agony as he watched his guts fall.

“Die inferior! The kleese show no mercy!” Durge shouted around a mouth full of flesh before he shifted his grip and flexed his arms out tearing the man in half at the waist.

Just then a series of hoarse reports tore my attention from the morbid display of power. Looking to the source I saw… “Miiora?”

She was wearing that mixture soft hard shell battle armor I and seen her in a few times before so I couldn't see her at all really under the helmet. But the wolf's head patch of ficks ninth on her shoulder, general body language confirmed it.

“Bra’tac showakshi kilbaksho!” She shouted raising her visor and slapping my rifle down with her tail as I lifted it toward the other tymerian.

When her weapon’s slide locked back on empty she threw the rifle down and dropped down and dashed forward as the Bra’tac burst through the bushes towards me trying to flank around her. Miiora’s angled helmet turned in my direction as she looked up and caught the blood soaked staff from Durge.

I however was more interested when I began feeling and seeing the biofoam finally filling the wound stained pink. Satisfied I used my jump jets to launch myself into my feet and took aim at Bra’tac once again. If Mii'ora didn't want me to shoot this lizard or if for some reason wanted to fight this guy alone then that was to damn bad.

“No my lo..” was all she got out before I used my implant and fired my rifle on its highest firing rate. Two hundred flechettes flew down range at six thousand rounds per minute and missed the lizard. Instead striking a regular UEC soldier who was peeking his head up turning it into a fine mist.

“Fuck!” I shouted as the lizard shifted to come at me instead. Miiora was saying something as Bra’tac drew close but I wasn't paying any attention. Instead I did the only thing I could think of on the spot, I used my signature move I threw my rifle at him.

The eight pound piece of ceramic, polymer, and steal slapped into his chest and he stopped stunned. “What the..?” He grunted out before I used my jets to deliver a straight kick to his ugly face knocking him out cold.

The distinct sound of a gatling drew my attention and I looked to see four Moths burst through the tree line. In unison each of them turned and fired their weapons into the bush where the last beam had been coming from.

It was then that the first mechs and regular troops began trickling into our position. Two particular caught my attention however one had a unicorn horn around his neck and the other wore battle armor that was pitted and pockmarked with its dull tan paint beginning to fade. “Gran? Watkins? What the hell are you doing here.” I began as the weight of my injures finally hit me.

But before I could fall on my face Miiora was there and caught me tucking herself under my shoulder to hold me up. “Thanks love.” I grunted looking over and seeing my reflection in her visor. But instead of responding she touched her helmets forehead against mine before helping me sit down the ground.

“In answer to your question kid is Barron agreed to send down a rescue team when yins didn't report in. But he only wanted to send volunteers because command didn't want to send a rescue team after you.” My grandmother explained rubbing her leg as the mechs began forming a perimeter. Satisfied with the only answer I knew j would get from her I turned to Watkins.

“I came because we went to basic together that and Miiora was starting to get on my nerves.” He said before getting a smack in the back of the head from granny.

“Are you still able to fight Fallon?” Chief burbonjack asked as he came up to me.

“Yes sir, I'm locked an…” I tied to stand but immediately fell back down. “I'll take that as a no.” He grunted out before waving over Levoy who set to work on my most vital wounds with a portable weaver.

Ahead of me I could see Bender working on Harris with another weaver as Gutsy just sat flanked by two specteres talking to an … “Holy shit is that an inquisitor?”

“Yes it is Fallon.” A new voice commented. Turning my head my heart sank when I saw a fucking onyx guard standing beside Burbonjack. Shit the only reason I could see one of them being here is if command thought we spilled Intel.

“I didn't tell them anything.” I blurted out like an idiot. The chief got a face and just shook his head.

“Hope that you didn't.” Was all the onyx guard said before the inquisitor turned from Gutsy to him. “She is good. I'll take care of him first then this one.” The inquisitor who's name tape read Eisenhorn said before walking up to the small group around me.

“Veteran Fallon. I am inquisitor Eisenhorn. Please hold still this will only take a moment.” He said before taking a knee in front of me and placing a hand on my head. Instantly it felt like there were a million ice covered ants crawling all over my brain.

The feeling went on for what felt like hours before he released his grip in my head and stood up. “Psi-ops will need to brief him. But other than that he should be good. No need to shoot this one.”

“What ever.” The onyx guard said before walking with Eisenhorn over to Harris.

“Where is Magic?” the chief asked once Eisenhorn and his thug were gone. “He’s gone sir. He didn't make it they tortured him to death. I think when Harris and I didn't spill they must have killed him.”

“Tell us what happens down there Iceman.” X said checking something on his wrist computer. So I explained from the moment I was captured, the tartarus, Rarity, williams, gutsy busting me out, the escape from the complex finding magic dead, the server room, I told them everything.

“Damn that certainly explains some things. command needs to know about this if Williams has jumped ship when that represents a massive security risk. Worse still is this explains the reports of UEC capturing and operating operating siafu mechs.” X said to Burbanjack

“But perhaps worse have heard rumors of troops killing the same UEC personnel more than once. But this confirms it.” Moth Pope said leading the two other men away to a private huddle.

“What is your mates status Mii'ora?” Durge asked making his way over to us with each step of his legs making his armor plates click and clack against his exoskeleton.

“Well..” Levoy began cutting off Miiora. “He has severe internal bleeding, two broken ribs, a cracked femur, five bullet wounds, punctured lung, three grade two shrapnel entry's, a concussion, and a mild fever. So despite what he might say he is not fit to fight.”

“If that is true then why is he still alive?” Durge asked folding his lower arms together. And beside me I could feel Miiora’s grip on me tighten.

“Honestly the only thing keeping him alive right now is a mixture of Biofoam, adrenaline, and luck.”

“Can you do anything for him?” Miiora asked concern dripping from her voice.

Levoy sighed before looking up from my leg and directly at Miiora. “... I’m a combat support android Mii'ora. If I was a medical model or had the proper programming I might be able to do more… But as it stands all I can do is get him stable with the weaver… we need to get him in his mechs womb and to the Galactica or Manitoba sooner rather than later.”

“So… what are we going to do with him?” Harris asked gesturing to Bra’tac. “I say we kill’em” I commented as I watched the big tymerian begin to stir.

Beside me Miiora who had been silent this far hissed and turned her helmeted head to the big lizard. “I will speak to my brother my love. Perhaps I can make him see reason.” She said before picking up Bra’tac’s staff and removing her helmet.

When he finally came too the two of them had a rather heated argument. The special was so full of gesturing and shouts that it actually managed to draw a small crowd. But the strangest thing was now that the two of them were standing side by side I really began to see the similarities.

“What are they related?” A familiar voice called out from behind me.

“Trombley? How the fuck would you know?” I asked having finally managed to stand up once the weaver was finished stitching me up.

“Really sarge? Look at the the way the big guy has his arms crossed looking all pissed off but having a hard time hiding his excitement. While sis is over there gesturing wildly and…” I turned him out after a while before noticing that my rifle was still unloaded.

“oooh he's looken at you now Avery. What is that her dad?” Sugar commented nudging me in the side while I racked the slide back on my now loaded rifle. Looking up I saw that yes indeed the lizard was now looking at me, well shit. “I think it might be her big brother.” I said as Harris just laughed.

“That's even worse!” He choked out between coughs. “Yeah laugh it up Harris.” I groaned.

“We've got movement! Fast movers inbound through the forest.” that immediately killed the mood and everyone was back on edge.

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“Talk to me Ice Queen what have you got?” Pope asked as he polarized his visor. I felt a nudge and looked to see the onyx guard beside me holding out a helmet. “Put this on dumb ass before your head gets shot off.” he said before walking off.

Slipping the helmet on and switching off my implant I was flooded with more information and immediately clicked into tac-link. And Charlotte’s voice came over the channel. “Looks like four no six mechs inbound on your position. Wait make that six mechs and two dragons with infantry. I can't see the two in the lead but the other four look like siafu mechs.”

“Shit alright game faces people.”

There was a set of thunderous footsteps beside me and I turned to see my old mech now sporting a red and white coloring open its cockpit for Miiora. She climbed in sparing a look at her brother and me before the cockpit closed. When I saw the callsign I couldn't help but chuckle Habu.

“Wait visual on the lead two mechs. It looks like an atlas and...Confirmed its Ghost and one of those new UEC mechs.”

“Habu” turned her dome’s shining gold sensor eyes in my direction and pointed to something behind me and when I turned I smiled. There standing behind me was my mech Sierra Delta-6624.

My Atlas-3s white and red armor gleamed as its singular crimson sensor eye gazed at me from the dome. Behind him the two L-blades snapped out on the icarus mounts each one seemed to radiate and pulse ominously. And I saw the smoke lanky hovering in front of the cockpit as I began to think back to everything Williams had done to me until now.

‘YeS cHiLd’ the smoke spoke urging me on as the keening began again. But quieter than before manageable even, like a calm white noise. Taking a deep breath I glanced over at Miiora’s mech, my old mech once again.

That bastard wanted to take her from me, do unspeakable things to her… Well if he wanted to to do anything he would half to get through us first. Casper Williams had no iron he could not, would not take anything else from the whole from me any more. Not so long as I’m still alive not as long as I have my atlas my...

I activated my implant and placed the name into my mech. And as if reading my emotions my mech flexed its clawed hands as two gatlings and two cannon barrels clicked in their wrist mountings.

“Armor, open cockpit.” The clam shell opened and leapt inside. I felt the cockpit close as I took a seat allowing them seat to close around me. The womb filled with amnyosis and I took a deep breath allowing the oxygenated fluid to fill my lungs.

"Transfering controll to pilot." My armors body became my own as I synchronised with the machine. Skin and mussel were exchanged for steal, carbon fiber, and hydrolics.

As the outside world came into view now from the perspective of my mechs sensor dome. I saw him the traitor Williams and standing beside him could only be his pet.

"Sound off.."I heard Charlotte call out over the channel as I stomped over beside Miiora. Standing with my brothers listening to them call out I was ready to end this and get the fuck off this planet one way or another. I am armor, I am fury, and to for Miiora, for earth I will not fail.