So… this is what is like to be dead huh? Kind of… I don't know, I was expecting… I don't know what I was expecting. Mmm fire mabey? I mean, I know I wasn't going to get the pearly gates but this is kind of boring. “So, what is this purgatory? Not impressed….”

“Why am I wet? Don't tell me I pissed myself!? Come on man!” Feeling around in the darkness I almost immediately notice two things. First I’m floating in what I assume is water? Based on the resistance and the dulled noise and I don't know water sound? The second thing I noticed after trying to fathom out how the fuck im even in water in the first place and giving up. Was that I'm still in my armor for some reason and I'm still missing my left arm below the elbow.

Why the fuck is it getting warm? What's that light over there? Swimming over to the light I notice that the ocean I am swimming in is becoming increasingly thick until I reach the light source. When I reached it I discover that the thing giving off the bright reddish light was something that looks oddly like the coin thing that i picked up the other day in the med-lab.

Before I had time to question anything else in this weird non place I am being thrown forward by an unseen force. Then the next thing I know I hear voices and some asshole is shining a light in my face.

“What… what happened?” I asked the myrialos standing over me. “We revived you Veteran Fallon. It was touch and go there for a while. We thought we would lose you, these reverse engineered revival machines are pretty tricky.” that's when it hit me, I… me Avery Fallon died back on the station.

“What the fuck do you mean revived? The last thing I remember is getting obliterated by my fraggers.”

The next thing I tried to do was sit up which was a bad move. When I tried to push up with my left hand I must have failed to notice that it wasn't there and I fell flat on my face on the cold decking.

“You've got me fucked up! Move over jesus you can do water to wine, but I come back from the dead and you can't give me my fucking hand back?” That was a far as I got with my little tirade before I threw up on the deck.

“What the hell are you doing! Move over, sargeant its okay. Your on board Galactica in the med bay. how are you feeling?” A new voice said rushing over to my side.

I felt pair of soft fuzzy hands helping me to my feet and when I looked over my shoulder I saw one of the Galactica's pony doctors. She had a snow white fur and pinkish hair on her head and tail. The name tape on her ACU said PFC. Red Heart.

Then I noticed the smell and my skin. I was covered in slime, wet, pink, gooey, slime. “What. The. Fuck?”

There was a gurgling noise behind be and I craned my neck to look. What I saw gave me the creeps, it looked like an old fashioned fernus but the inside of the machine looked wet and fleshy, like a mouth or and I shook at the the other possibility a womb.

After that confronting thought Red Heart showed me to a shower and helped me into a spare uniform. “The first revival is always the worst. You'll get used to it.” She said with a sad smile before ushering me out of the room as the machine began to gurgle again. “You should be alright in a few minutes. Please come back and see me or one of us if you experience any side effects.”

“Um… thanks Red Heart, but I don't think ill ever get used to that.” Now I understand what it must have been like for Forbes when he came back…

“Wait my team did they make it? What about Snow Viper what about Miiora?” She must have been expecting my barrage of questions because she took it all instride telling me that they were still onboard the station. And that I should go and get a fresh set of armor.

“Right, alright I'll do that. Thanks.” with that I sprinted down the deck and to med decks armory where the closest 3D printer was. Putting in my permissions and I noticed that my implants were still there, in fact as I moved I began to notice that everything was the same if not better than it was before I died.

Compartmentalizing that in the “shit to figure out later” folder I brought up the schematic for the bionic charlotte and her family had given me after Bagmare. Slapping print with my remaining hand I moved down the line. With another machine printing me out another monofilament blade and another working on a new suit of Legionnaire armor and N-4 I should be back in the fight before anyone even knows i'm gone.

I stared at the holo displaying the battlefield as it was several minutes ago do to the delay inherent in space combat. “Ryoko, status report.”

"General, reports say that the marines we sent down are running into more resistance than we predicted on the station.” The AI said through the speakers, when ship vibrated as her railguns sent out another voly towards the remaining UEC ships in the system that were now converting on his ship.

“How bad is it? I want numbers.”

“Reports say that our combat effectiveness even with the aid of the resistance fighters is only at eighty percent of what it should be at this stage. We have pushed back the UEC troops but those that are still there are held up in a heavily fortified position. What are..." the tactical officer said swiping his hand across the holo table and sending Barron the data.

He eyed this new information and knew immediately that If this continued his lost fleet wouldn't have many marines left. Especially since they had already lost so many above the fuel station last month. There was one option he had still on the table that he had yet to commit to the fight but now he didn't have much choice.

"This has gone on for long enough... Send the bots. Deploy four ranks of automated infantry let's wrap this up." Eyes across the bridge converted on the general in shock. The human crew knew what it could mean to deploy automated infantry.

"Sir they are untested and the ones that are... are well... sir the potential loss of life could be… Sir, those machines are built to kill their enemies in barbaric ways to strike fear in future enemies..." The ships new XO a martian descendant colonel Kyle Riggs said.

"We are cut off with no hope of resupply or reinforcements. Either we end this now or we lose any hope we have of being combat effective the next time we run into the enemy out here. But you are right colonel, we need someone to lead them. I don't want those bots going on a killing spree down there. Who do we have aboard who has experience with, I don't want someone inexperienced. I want a veteran or someone who has experience with bots.”

“Then you are in luck general.” Roland the ship's chief medical officer said through from her display window on the holo. “Explain Shuala.”

“Well sir as it turns out several of the marines and other troops that have been sent down to the station have revived thanks to the captured revival machines we have down here in the med bay. I was right general its the coins they do contain the code to consciousness. Not everyone that has died who had come into contact with the coins has been revived however. But in answer to your question general, I have a MOTH who has just revived a gunnery sergeant Avery Fallon, a veteran.”

This news sent a rumble through the bridge. Several people began questioning the moral validity of being brought back to life. while others praised it claiming it could be a game changer in the war. But nevertheless this did open up a window for Barron to send down an experienced trooper to lead the legion.

Opening another window on his crash couch he sent in a connection request to the ships Psi-ops officer. The connection symbol spun for several seconds before the image of Gregor Eisenhorn one of the NACs few and very secretive psychics appeared.

“Yes general, to what do I owe the privilege?” The man said in a very proper tone. “Its Fallon, he just revived and I need to know if he's fit to fight.”

Gregor seemed to mull this over for several seconds obviously preoccupied with something else before speaking again. “Your in luck general. Veteran Fallon is already here. I believe it would be acceptable. But would you like to ask him yourself?”

“Yes please put him on.” The inquisitor smiled before the window panned around to show the veteran in question. The well built nanotized MOTH was currently in the process of snapping a new bionic onto his left arm below the elbow. Its subdued iceblue, and white coloring contrasted with his glossy black legionnaire battle armor.

“Commonwealth trooper-229624 its good to see you back on your feet, do you think you think you're up for this veteran?” The dark skinned man smiled at that before responding.

“I was born to do this skipper. Plus both if my teams are down on that dirt clod and probably think I'm dead.” He said before finally clicking the bionic into place. The limb finally locked into place flashing the Dunois medical logo on its wrist computer before changing color to match the man's armor.

Satisfied, veteran Fallon fixed his helmet… ‘No they call it a bucket’ which had the letters KTF on its side his head and stood up. “I'm fit to fight sir, just tell me where.”

“Excellent. Iceman, Pick your lance and report to your teams bay, suit up and head to specter drop bay seven. Your heading out.”

The blacked out visor of his bucked flashed red as his hud came online. And when he spoke he could hardly keep the smile out of his voice. “Aye skipper.”

I crossed my arms over my chest as Armor picked me up and placed me in his cockpit. Once inside of my white and red machine I saw the cockpit hatch close before I felt the control womb close around me. “Welcome back Master.”

‘Charlotte is the reason I am alive.’ Thinking my implants password I pressed several buttons on the inside of the frayed steel coffin that was the womb of my mech. Instantly amniotic fluid began to fill the pod and soon I was completely submerged, cut off from almost all outside stimulus.

‘I have always hated this part.’ Counting to three I took a deep breath letting the amniosis fill my lungs. It felt a bit like drowning for several seconds before my body accepted the oxygenated liquid. Feeling Armors chassis shake I opened my eyes and saw the message that would transform me from Avery Fallon to Armor.

[Synchronize? Y/N]

[Y]

My mind flashed for several seconds as the neural link stabilized, then the screens on the inside of armors cockpit came on line one at a time. Top, bottom, middle, left, right then the logo of my mechs manufacturer flashed. “Hammond robotics a subsidiary of Weyland-yutani defending the NAC for over 200 years.”

“Hud on.” information flooded my field of vision as Armor fed me its sensory inputs, weapon loadout options, ammo count, my sync rating %96.67, dozens of readouts flickered into view and I sent them to my peripheral.

“What do you want gunny?” the my teams chief tech yelled from the gantry in front of my sensor dome. “Gimmy the usual.”

The slightly overweight man gave me a thumbs up which I returned with my machines clawed right hand before going over my diagnostics.

[Fusion Cores 100]
[Gyros 100]
[Jump jets 100]
[Integrity 100]
[Trench coat 100]
[Flairs 100]
[Chaff 100]
[Micro missiles 100]
[Ballistic shield left arm 100]
[Mag shields right arm 100]

Excellent now im glad that I had done the extra work maintaining Armors chassis during the burn out. As I felt a weight suddenly apply itself to my back I glanced at the load out and saw my machines left icarus mount had been armed.

The weapon on that gimbal arm was as an L-blade a melee weapon formed from a sharpened piece of Lanky seed ship hull. As I watched the crew test the weapon the black tapered double edged blade snapped out of its housing like a pocket knife before folding back up, and moving into an elevated position behind my back.

With smile I raised my left hand with a thumbs up as the indicator read green. Satisfied the crew moved the crane over with the next weapon before fixing it to my right icarus mount. The new weapon was partially like the N-4 I carried in that it was a very recently designed blaster. The weapon operated like a standard 30mm autocannon but instead of firing grenade like shells it fired 30mm bolts of supercharged energy.

[Ammo 20mm wrist autocannons 1000] retracted
[Ammo 12.7 flechette wrist gatlings 2000]
[Arm mounted flamethrowers 100] retracted

Satisfied that my machines arm mounted weapons were operating at one hundred percent I deployed and retracted them all just to double check. Aside from the 20mm flechette cannons which couldn't be retracted, and the barrels of which stuck out from the topside of either of my wrists.

Satisfied I took a step forward and took my rifle from the rack beside my crush. The X-02 flechette pulse rifle felt good in my hands being essentially a supersized version of the M-66 the standard basics and crunchies used.

But the ATLAS standard rifles did not use a pedestrian 40mm grenade launcher instead the beautiful people at Hammond robotics opted to upgrade weapon to a 120mm grenade launcher. Nodding I slapped in a new magazine before stuffing several more magazines and grenades for the launcher, and fraggers into my machines various super sized pouches.

“Armor, fit to fight. Ruler one-one is on the move.” Waving and sending my thanks to the cheering cresh crew I moved down the walkway to the dropbay.

Stomping down the deck I passed several large crowds of Spaceborne infantry and TA troopers. Each of them cheered as I lumberd by way passed and soon as I entered the bay I was met with Helldiver X and his team Raptor in their Siafu mechs. Beside the Helldiver team on the gantry above our mechs were the other Helldiver teams in the fleet Phoenix, Angel, and Naga.

Around me a group of around one hundred automated infantrymen scurried about at knee level, hustling into charging racks and locking into position. These racks were then loaded onto waiting dropships and I noticed with some surprise that each of the four dropships had one thk-reaper attached to one rack that was loaded.

Finally the bay turned dark as the air in the hold was vented. I walked over to a tarantula hawk dropship and laid down. Above me the dropships bay door opened and a pair of large metal arms reached down and lifted me into the hold, before the doors closed and the dropship was itself lifted and shunted into a firing tube.

‘Pilot: connection request from Helldiver X and his helldiver team.’ Armor reported over the neural link. Around my firing tube the dropships were being moved into position by big metal arms.

“This is the CIC, Iceman, team Raptor drop in 5...”

“Patch em through.” Before I was a MOTH, and before the war I had been a combat controller and had dropped with X and his team on more than one occasion. So I understood why he wanted to talk before I went on a drop without him. “You sure your good for this kid? You've got this?”

“4...3”

“I'm alright X, but i won't lie I sure am glad you're coming with me.” That got a few laughs from the suited crimson armored helldivers. “Well so are we. Even though this isn't really our kind of thing. Remember the Helldiver matto?”

“2…”

I had to smile at that as I braced myself for sudden acceleration. “We dive so humanity survives.”

“1…”

All of the helldivers on the deck stomped their magnetized boots silently in the airless deck before shouting back in unison. “WE DIVE SO HUMANITY SURVIVES!”

Then the tarantula hawk I was In was shunted forward and out of the ship. ‘I'm coming guys, just hang on a little longer.’

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Along the line of the human warrior cast hundreds of rifles coughed their hoarse reports as the UEC line advanced. Unfortunately this appeared to do little to stem the tide equestrian soldiers and armored vehicles rushing our line from the south.

‘An excellent counter attack, forcing us against the bulwark of their command key.’ I shifted my fire skyward as a flock of griffon soldiers attempted to swoop down on a squad of troopers.

My heavy gun's booming staccato met my receptor organs as it bucked in my hands. In the air the flock of four bird like creatures were torn to shreds by the grenades I fired before the weapon ran dry for the final time.

“My weapon is dry.” I yelled over my helmets speaker before throwing the weapon down and snatching a dragon nymph attempting to pin Mii’ora. With little effort I hefted the inferior creature before tearing its head off with my lower arms.

“Stay close to my person mistress.” I bellowed before a bullet struck my helmet. Staring the visor and sending it spiraling into the distance.

Angrily I surged forward barreling into the pony that had fired the weapon. With my assailant prostrate before me I picked up the squirming equestrian and sunk my fangs into her abdomen. Her screams were like music to me as I tore away her almost a foot of flesh and swallowed it before dropping her to the ground to die.

The UEC had managed to over run our position in minutes do to the assault teams already dwindling ammunition count. As a result when the UEC had closed the gap the battle had turned medieval. The glories of modern warfare had all but failed and now the streets ran with blood.

A hiss broke my chain of thought and I turned to see Mii'ora gut a charging centaur, while beside her her brother spun and smacked the haft of his halberd into the head of a human. The centaur fell while Bra'tac turned and fired his blazer into the chest of the scrawled human searing through his vest and flesh with a golden beam of magic.

While that happened another of my eyes saw Trombley in a full mount atop a downed tymerian symphothiser. The creature hissed and clawed at his armor as the young human bashed its head in with his damaged helmet while screaming colorful obscenities.

Thrusting my top right hand out I caught a bat pony around the throat. With grunt of disgust I drew my hand into a fist, crushing the pitifully weak creatures throat while simultaneously crushing its neck.

Scuttling forward I snatched up a discarded m-66 and fired it into the belly of a fellow kleese. This creature was not of my peoples warrior cast however and yielded to the flechettes weakly. It begged for its life as I tore off its thorax with a growl. “No brother, we can still show the interiors that we are…”

“You are no brother of mine creature. You are weak, and will die without any honor.” With that I reached down and with a twist tore the head from his shoulders.

A weight suddenly appeared on my thorax and abdomen, swiveling my pupils to the rear to see Mii'ora had taken up a perch. My quadrupedal powerbody must have appealed to her more bestial mind in this moment as she fired her PDW into the face of a pong I had been about to dismember.

Reaching back with a hand I clamped her down before crouching low and leaping to a shaded corner of a building. This proved to give me respite and a greater eye of the battlefield. Around the street the various races that made up all casts of the UEC killed one another.

The Tymerians used tooth, claw, and tail to bash crush or slice their enemy. the few Myrialos used their powerful pincers to sever limbs and crush bones. While the noble kleese use our superior strength and sensory input organs to strategically dominate our foes. Beside them the ponies used magic, flight and strength to their advantage.
But the humans and their mortal enemies were possibly the most savage.

Being the weakest of the races biologically they used their tools to savage one another. As it appeared the human sympathisers and loyal COG troopers were the most adamant about combating their kin. They were tribal to a fault a feature of their simian evolution. Even now as the two groups began smashed into one another banners flew over the groups. One group flew the four alicorns on a pink and gold background of the UEC. While the other flew the gear and three four pointed stars on a black and blue field of the NAC COG.

With very little ammunition to go around they resorted to hand to hand combat and short ranged melee weapon. The power armored Templars whos armor allowed them to strike blows that crushed bones and sent their victims flying. All the while wielding actual steel swords that appeared to telescope from the hilt. While beside these knights the regular troops crushed skulls with the butts of their rifles and slashed throats with their combat knives.

Save for two black armored humans whose strength surpassed their brethren. When these two humans punched skulls caved and organs ruptured. Arms were removed and used as improvised clubs and savage headbuts were dolled out liberally. These two humans and the remainder of my former squad leaders Killteam seemed to be the only group with a generous supply of ammunition for their weapons. From their tight ball ruby bolts flashed and duel explosions from grenades rocked the area around them.

A group of humans with flamethrower attachments on their rifles sent gouts of violet flame into the enemy. While others used an optional chainsaw that had been meant to kill my kind to devastating effect against their caleb foes.

Then as I watched a Loyalist kleese surged into the crowd of humans. The idiotic creature managed to kill several COG troops before he was swarmed and brought down. Chainsaws buzzed and rifles barked as the savage humans tore worker cast to pieces.

Then there were the Lankys the eight wendigo stood towering over the humans as they swept their arms around crushing COG, ACM, and UEC troops alike. And as the battle went on in their corner their whitish skin began to run red with the blood of the humans they either crashed with their powerful claws, stepped on, or devoured.

A thunderous series of explosions rocked the area as one of the dropships flew overhead firing a salvo of missiles into an advancing group of fresh UEC troops. And at its side the ice colored fighter transformed and slammed down onto the pavement firing its wrist gatlings and its large autocannon rifle.

This seemed to catch the eye of larger adult dragons however as they had been hanging back observing the battle unfold. With the arrival of the dropships and the Charlotte creatures machine they must have seen something that could challenge them and their battle plan. With a deep laugh the lead dragon took a step forward and shoulders his weapon.

There were a defining series of boom as its large rifle made its report. Seeing this several of the wendigo disengaged from the humans and other inferiors and rushed the dragons as they exited the shield.

The beasts charged the nearest dragon and took it down with a shower of bone spikes before two of them were down themselves by return fire. The remaining two crouched low bringing their head crests to play as shields and took cover around the corner a pair of buildings.

A tap on my shoulder drew my attention and I turned to see Mii'ora point a claw at a adolescent dragon attempting to flank the rest of squad snow viper. Crouching low once more I worked my spinnerets before launching myself onto the back of the scaled beast.

I felt much pride and happiness as I landed on its back and reached back and took up a thick strand of silk from my thorax. The beast bellowed and tried to reach its hands back to throw me off, but I simply scuttled down lower on its back and waited for it to stop spewing fire into the air.

When It stopped I made my move, I hopped forward and wrapped my silk garotte around its neck and pulled. Its eyes bulged as it tried to pull the kleese silk from his throat, and in a moment of creativity I spread my fangs and sand them deep into its back letting my venom spread into its body.

Soon its movements became sluggish before long it toppled to the street, dead with a vibrant red line across its neck where its scales had been worn away. “Holy shit D you fucked that guy up, thanks.” Trombley said his voice cracking slightly.

I stood straighter at this and rolled my lower shoulders. “Indeed.”

A boom from overhead drew our attention and we watched the dropship that had arrived to aid us stricken from the air. The insectoid gunship spun slowly in the air as the pilot fought with the controls before it clipped a building showering us in debris.

“COVER!” Forbes shouted forcing us to duck low as the dragonfly belly flopped into the ground and erupted in a cataclysmic explosion. Smoke and fire filled the street as the white and blue mech transformed into its middle mode before flying backward to avoid the dragons as they advanced up the road.

Then a shower of glowing red fireflies swarmed over our heads. This was followed by the distinct buzzing noise of flayed engines accompanied by the roar of several dropships. This seemed to energize the humans and other formers, myself included as the machines fired into the UEC ranks.

Then the smoke billowed and swirled as a larger dropship flew overhead. With its large fuselage open it fired into the crowd of dragons drawing their attention as around us humanoid figures began raining from the dropships over head.

Each of reinforcing troopers slammed down in a mechanical fashion before in red lights flashed on in their flat triangular heads. Then as a unit the newcomers stood and began firing into the UECs ranks. Each shot killed a soldier and each second another died as the robotic soldiers closed the gap with the enemy line and began to reaped their ghastly harvest.

As I watched, one of the human combat machines picked up a unicorn mare by the neck. Holding her at arm's length the machine slammed her down before raising one two toed foot and bringing it down on the mares head. But rather than linger on the gore and general mess it had just made the robot shoulders it's rifle and shot two more ponies in the head in quick succession.

A human male with a shotgun emerged from the crowd and fired off several shots but the pellets only dented the armor of another machine. The closet machine picked the man up by the throat and with its other hand ripped away his nose and face like a hunk of cheese. Then it dropped the still twitching man, threw the face at a human female who screamed before it punched its fist into her chest lifting her up with its strength.

Watching the machines fight it is unnerving they are fluid, human, and utterly confident the battery units in their chests blazing red and orange. It almost seems as if the machines were taking some kind of sick sadistic pleasure in how superior they were to the “biotics” they were killing.

To my left I watched as one of the specters held one pegasus under foot while punching its four fingered hand into the chest of a neochangeling. The machine let its victim drop to the ground before turning to walk away while behind it the pegasus scrambled to get to her hooves. But in a very nonchalant move the robot swung its rifle behind its back and shoot the stallion in the face.

Then fell the larger varents. These she recognizes occasionally one would follow her lover around the ship. A thk-reaper variant and for several seconds she thought the first one she saw was Armor come to avenge his lost master. The black and blue robot leveled its heavy blaster rifle and with a series of cracks sent a torrent of blazing red bolts into the closest enemy kleese. Before ceasing and sweeping its left hand out in an arc that caused the air whistle. The thick ceramic and steel limb bashed into a pony's helmeted head, crumpling the kevlar helmet and pulverizing the skull beneath.

A deer stag charged the large robot intent on goreing the machine with its rune enhanced antlers. Instead the machine snapped its head to the stag and wrapped its bloody hand around the deer's head. The deer screamed, struggling as the tactical hunter killer lifted him up and made a fist crushing its skull in a shower of blood, brains, and pulverized bone.

“These automatons will only postpone your defeat COG. End this foolishness and surrender and accept your place in this universe.” The Black dragon bellowed as he and his entering came waded into the melee forcing the COG and ACM troops to fallback until we were almost on top of the downed dropship.

In response three rockets flew through the smoke cloud made by the flaming dropship and to strike one of the drakes in the knee. That's when I heard it a distinct tire squeal followed by the sound of a siafu autocannon.

The smoke billowed out as three shapes shot around the downed dragonfly. They were bipedal, armored, possessed pincers over their hands and a slightly open cockpit. These were the UAFs Siafu mechs, the first breed mech designed by humanity.

The three machines swerved around the wreckage using the wheels built into their feet. All the while firing their autocannons and shoulder mounted gatlings into the dragon's forcing them into cover.

And as they passed us we saw their coloring, red, human blood red. “It's the helldivers!” Someone down the line shouted making a cheer go up through our line as one of the dragons was riddled with shells and fell.

There was then an apocalyptic crash behind us knocking several of us to the ground. “Stand and fight cowards! These human machines are nothing to our…”

The lead wyrm was cut off as several bolts of dazzling green light lanced over our heads to slam into his hide in brilliant green sparks. Each bolt sounded like a thunderclap as they vaporized the water in the air and erupted in pyrotechnics around the drakes form.

It bellowed with rage before leveling it's rifle and firing on the form in the smoke and our group. I winced back and closed my eyes as the reports sounded. But nothing happened, I was still alive and another ragged cheer went up through the crowd as I opened my eyes and my heart leapt into my throat.

The dragon's bullets were suspended in dragon's mere inches from us with one scant centimeters from my head. Before us a field of crackling red electricity encased a magnetic shield. And behind that was a white and red arm with its four clawed fingers splayed open.

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A red light fell on me and I looked up to see the three eyed sensor dome of an ATLAS-3 staring down at me. It couldn't be, but as the machine stood up to its full eighteen foot height and fired the bullets back I got a better look at our savior.

White and black armor either one of those colorings marking its pilot as an elite or ace, painted red scale accents. The letters K.T.F written on both sides of the cockpit hatch with a red snake skull centerpiece.

As the ATLAS took a step forward I saw the unit patches, first and the largest was a lanky skull with a hole in the center and two crossed lightning bolts and the words MOTH team-1. Apex Predators [I kill you, I'm better].

While below it was a smaller symbol whos centerpiece was that of a specter head with one shining red eye and the words Spectre Legion-3 [Mechanized Perfection].

“Hey, fuck face! How Many times do I have to kill you?” The voice of my love called out through his machines external speakers.

“You! You have cost me centuries worth of prestige, slaves and potential mates. I will tear you from that monstrosity and force your mate to watch as I kill you, slowly.”

“Oopah, im Petrified. I'm gonna tear your scales off and make a cape.” Behind him the large weapon that had been raised like a scorpion's tail folded back down to lie barrel up on his back.

At this time the two flayed that had flown over head as well as Charlotte returned and slammed down in their infantry forms beside Avery Fallons machine. While another Helldiver machine marked with a black X slid to into position on his right. “When I'm done with you, you and yours are gonna wish you stayed dead.”

[I will take much pleasure in this act of violence master. Please master allow me to kill more of these substandard combatants for you.] Armor said over our private channel as I pumped my legs stomping down the street firing my rifle.

The others Charlotte and X have already blown past me in their much faster machines. And the two Flayed have moved to engage two other dragons. The black dragon ahead of me roars and attempts to swat Charlotte's mech aside like on bagmare but she juked her gunginr around the blow while X snatched the big bastards free hand in his machines pincers.

Cursing as the magazine in my rifle runs empty as I draw close I switched it to my left hand and drew my right back as the big guy manages to shake X loose. Firing my jump jets I launch myself into the air and drop down with a right cross that tags the drake across the face.

Blood and teeth fly from the dragon's snout as he rolls with the punch and came up in a crouch before rearing back and inhaling. “FUCK!” Diving to the side I snatch Charlotte's machine and slam us both down behind a building as white hot fire spews from the dragon's maw.

“This guy's tough.” X said he slid around the corner with half melted armor along the left side of his warrior. “What's the plan Armor?”

“Alright, you guys can't close the gap with him he's too big, but you're faster than he is. If you can keep him distracted I can close the gap and and free you up to help the others… okay heres the plan. Charl, paint him with the soflam and I'll tag him with the jirocks, X after those rockets are out dash around the corner and hit him with the smoke. Then drop a few of these and get the hell out of there cause i'm gonna hit him with the DOP.”

With that I reloaded my rifle and handed two of my fraggers to X who nodded from inside his cockpit. “And close your cockpit you retard.”

“I can't see with the head down. The HUD and optocs in thing suck.”

“Fine then on three.” I took a thermobaric shell from my leg harness and slid it into my weapons 120 mike. “Three.”

Charlotte transformed and rocketed into the air seconds later I saw a laser marker on my HUD. With a thought I opened my mechs arm tubes and fired twelve micro missiles toward the dragon. And as soon as the rockets were out X broke out and rushed the big guy.

I waited several seconds before coming around the corner myself. There was a billowing glitter filled cloud of chaff smoke in the middle of the road and at its center I saw the red carrot marking the dragon so I leveled my rifle. “Shesha.”

The muzzle break on my launcher billowed fire as the tank shell launched itself toward towards the dragon. Being a fuel air explosive the shell broke apart just before impact spreading its payload out before exploding. Satisfied I fixed my rifle to my back and rushed him.

When I broke through the smoke the drake was down on the ground half dazed and half burnt. ‘Wow that actually did a lot more than I thought it would.’

“You have no honor human.” The downed dragon managed to cough out between broken teeth.

“Damn.” In responce I raised my left ped and stomped on his throat crushing his neck. “Honor this, bitch.”

My proximity alarm began to blare a split second before a mass of green slammed into my chest. The force of the blow knocked me to down as another shape slammed into my arm and attempted to snatch the rifle from my hand. [Warning rifle damaged.]

“Ooopah.” I grunted as I layed on my back slightly dazed. With a knee and a back hand I was able to free myself from the mass of green and blue scales on top of me. [Master might these biotics are quite ferocious. But are no match for my chassis superior design.]

“Alright buddy…” I began as I twisted my upper body around at the waist and pushed myself back to my feet. Glancing at my rifle I saw its barrel was bent at an awkward angle and it had a huge gauge in its casing. ‘Remind me never to take a rifle with me again, the 3s are to strong.’

[Preference noted.]

With a disgusted grunt I tossed the useless weapon away and dropped the ammo and shells for the launcher from my chassis. As the weight was shed Armor rolled his shoulders and blasted his war horn long and loud. “... Lets go Papa Romeo on these mother fuckers.”

As we wrapped up the last of the UEC rush many of the troops apparently have taken to watching armor kick the shit out of those two dragons. And over the tac link several bets are going on to see how long he will last, or how fast he can take down the two. And as Armor rolled the blue dragoness over his shoulder and into a building before turning and straight kicking the green on in the chest, I'm grateful that I had my money on the latter.

The blue dragon took this chance to spring to her feet and charge Fallons mech from the rear. This did not work out however as Armor flung his arm out and clotheslined the bitch. With his poorly trained assailant down he then took a hold of the green dragons wing before picking him up and body slamming him into the pavement.

“Oooh! Get some!” Trombley yelled as Armor rolled onto the dragons back and began to elbow smash the drakes head into the sidewalk. “Oh no! He's throwing bows.”

The blue dragon having finally recovered enough from running full force into fallon's four ton arm. Heaved herself up, drew her knife and threw herself at the NACs top of the line combat mech.

Fallon must have sensed her coming because he dismounted in a crouch and threw four quick punches into the dragoness torso before finishing with a jump pack assisted knee to the chin. Staggered the dragon took a step back to regain her composure but fallon didn't give her the time and instead he retracted his right hand into his forearm and deployed his four foot close combat spike.

He fired his emergency vents and boosted closing the gap and punched the four foot tungsten spike into the dragons chest. She croaked out a scream as blood gushed from a wound that must have punched through one of her hearts.

Firing his emergency vents he dashed to the left before catching the green dragons fist and crushing his hand. Ducking low Fallon managed to avoid a sloppy haymaker from the dragoness forcing her to roll over my shoulder. Standing back up he stomped down and threw some weight into a kick straight into the green guys crotch earning a very undignified squeal. Twisting the wrist he had still clamped in his left hand, Armor ducked down and drove the spike in an arching uppercut that sent the tungsten cone under his chin and through his right eye.

The green dragon spasmed several times before Fallon withdrew the spike from his head and redeployed his right hand. The sound of a sharp inhale snapped our attention to the dragoness just before she beat her wings once, twice and soon she was hurtling toward fallon at top speed.

When she impacted the machine pivoted his machine and used her momentum to slam her head first into a building. With his opponent stunned there was a metallic twang from behind Armor as the L-blade's sheath rose up on its mounting.

The sixteen foot long pitch black shard of lanky seed ship snapped out like a knife before swinging up and over fallon's shoulder. The dragon's wings were sliced away by the impossibly dense blade before said blade swung up and sank itself deep into the dragoness back to punch through her stomach.

She screamed before fallon took a grip on her upper and lower jaws and spread his arms apart. There was a sickening pop followed by a terrible ripping as the mech tore dragons head in half.

A ragged cheer went up through the crowd when the dragon died. And seconds later the shield surrounding the command and control center for the station went down and a white flag hung out of a window.

“Oh how considerate of them.” Fallon said as the heavy blaster unlimbered itself and panned around to aim at the window. “Stand down Iceman.” The onyx guard yelled as he walked up to hang on the machines leg latter.

“Alright.”

Author's Notes:

I hope everyone has a happy thanksgiving.

Bonus points to anyone who gets what Papa Romeo stands for.