Music runs through out the cockpit as the pilot prepared his last minute checks before sortie and take off.
There's a fire Burning inside me,
Cold steel calls out my name,
Tempted to give in to the rage.
The soft sound of rain falling on the the outer panels provided an strange co-host to the lyrics of the song. Soon after the sounds of machinery powering up and generators spluttering began echo around the cockpit, hyping the pilot even more as the song continued.
Torn apart by this affliction,
Locked up inside myself,
This life is much too young to fade.
A green light blinked into existence as the sound of metal groaning rang out, the pilot began to grin as his NEXT leaned forward for takeoff, the V.O.B began to growl, biting at the bit to release and send its cargo into to battle. The com system blared out orders, it seemed that someone had rebuilt the Spirit of Motherwill and had combined it with the Answerer. The plan was simple, send as much fire power in as they could and take out the primal amour, destroy all external weapons and let a boarding team get control of the Arms Fort.
I ran away from the pain,
Always breaking down inside,
Incomplete, but now I see
This won't be the end of me!
After the chorus the catapult sent the giant machine hurtling through the air, quickly followed by the other members of the Originals and other freelance NEXTs, all forming a large pack of flying metal and death. Multiple roll calls and call signs rang out through the group com channel, some were from great feats, others given and the rest just chosen by Lynx pilots.
"Hell Blaster, Launching!"
"Arms Dealer, Rolling!"
"Wall Smasher, Lets Rock!"
The Lynx pilot smiled an insane grin, teeth flickering as lights flashed and information was fed to his HUD. A deep chuckle rang out in the cockpit as he led the pack to the next fight and paycheck. His grin widening, he shouted out for the world to hear, to shudder at his coming, to fear his sight and to die trying to stop him.
It was all these things and none, but what it truly was, was a shout for a calling, a calling of a name, though he would leave his own mark in the long line of pilots bearing the name Glint on their Cores name. And he would not go down without a fight!
"Black Glint, ready to Reap!"
Sorry guys for not updating recently, but I've Been trying to think where to take Emperors of the Stars, so I decided to write one more chapter and then put it on hiatus for a bit and plan the story out. But on the other hand I've been playing Armored Core: For Answer and watching a few mecha anime. So as a crossover choose one of the following to do one with.
Buddy Complex
Gundam Build Fighters (this does include Try as well)
Titanfall
But if you have another idea for a crossover and think you've got a great idea send me a PM or leave a review to let me know.