SUPER ROBOT WARS LW
PROLOGUE

// 16:30 hours, Tunguska Plains, Siberia //

"This is Rampage 1. All units, situation report."

"This is Cyclone 2. Sector B is clear."

"Rampage 3 to Leader. Sector D is clear."

"Cyclone 1 reporting in. Sector K is clear."

"Rampage 7 to Rampage 1. All forms of threat in Sector R have been neutralized."

"Rampage 1 to all units. Proceed to Sector Z and wait for further instructions."

"Roger."

The Strike Dagger moved on. Its pilots slowly navigated through the forest, sensors scanning the surrounding area and weapons pointed to the direction of threats its sensors were detecting.

The Strike Dagger met up with the rest of the patrolling units. The pilot made several hand gestures, as to point to a direction, and the rest of the Mobile Suit and Huckebein operators replied with signals of their own.

"Captain! Unknown energy reading at three o'clock!"

The leading Strike Dagger halted. Immediately it turned to the direction of the threat and hinted his team-mates to load their guns. It lifted its hands to tell them to stay, while it approached the location with utmost caution.

The threat revealed itself.

And everybody laughed to see a couple of young reindeers walking out of the bushes, running away from the Mobile Suits and the Personal Troopers towards safety. "False alarm," Rampage 1 announced. "Rampage 2, next time do the reading more properly."

The said Gespenst pilot laughed silly and apologized. "I guess I'm still not used to jungle warfare, am I?" he said.

The bushes ruffled again. This time, it was alarmingly loud both patrol teams aimed their weapons at the location. "Oh… okay, I guess this is the real deal, isn't it?" the pilot murmured.

The threat revealed itself again. Or rather, jumped over the teams and landed behind them. Rampage 1 turned around and was shocked at what he saw.

"Holy crap! Is that a Huckebein?!"

Without warning, the jet black Real Trooper pounced at Rampage 1 and slammed its left knee blade onto the Strike Dagger's face. It delivered a roundhouse kick that destroyed the Strike Dagger's hip and sent the Mobile Suit into the woods.

"Rampage 1!"

The Huckebein turned towards the remaining Strike Daggers. It reared backward, and suddenly launched itself toward the Mobile Suits, destroying them in one go with a flying kick. The Huckebein landed on a patch of grass and glanced at Team Cyclone.

"Team Rampage is down!"

Team Cyclone retaliated. The Gespenst-only unit chased after the jet black Huckebein, firing torrents of 60mm bullets from their Vulcan cannons. The solo Huckebein dodged their attacks and ran across the battlefield, creating after-images that it left behind. Its only counterattack was its head-mounted Vulcan Guns, which were hardly effective against the vastly numerous opponents.

"Who the hell is piloting that Huckebein?!" Cyclone 5 shouted.

"I know that shape! It's Huckebein Mark III!" Cyclone 4 added.

"We don't have time for that!" Cyclone 1 replied and emptied both missile launchers in attempt to slow the speedy Huckebein down. The mecha outran the missiles, again leaving after-images behind it as it ran across the muddy ground.

The Huckebein stopped.

"Now is our chance! Fire at will!"

Team Cyclone opened fire. Torrents of bullets and missiles rocketed their way towards the solitary Huckebein. The only thing the Huckebein did was to lift its palm, and blocked the oncoming projectiles with an invisible barrier field. Team Cyclone continued bombarding the Huckebein until their ammos ran out, and discarded their weapons to resort to melee attacks. The Huckebein merely dodged the attacks, occasionally parrying those it did not see it coming.

The Huckebein parried the last of the Gespenst's rifle melee. It jumped over Team Cyclone and landed behind them. The patrol team turned around and saw what looked like a scarf protruding from the Huckebein's neck. They stepped back; it was not the scarf that got their attention, but it was the murderous glance of the Huckebein's eyes that paralyzed them.

"Let's go, Alicia."

The Huckebein jumped off the ground. Being too fast to be caught, Team Cyclone's only action was to fire all its weapons at the mecha, which missed the moving target. The Huckebein flew higher and higher until it ha in midair, 3000 metres above the ground.

"Code 17."

Crossing its arms as to power up, the mecha later made what looked like a flying kick posture and dived towards Team Cyclone. The kick became enveloped with lightning energy, charged to the point it flashed in bright white. Team Cyclone continued firing their weapons, not knowing that their efforts were all but effective.

"Heavenly…"

The Huckebein became a pillar of light.

"Rider…"

The mecha reached the end of its dive.

"KICK!!"

-x-x-

The black Huckebein re-emerged from the flying debris. It walked out of the crater created by the dive kick, appeared to be undamaged despite the great impact it endured during the crash,

The Huckebein halted. Rampage 1's Strike Dagger was aiming its damaged rifle at it. The Huckebein approached the laid down Mobile Suit. "Damn it…" Rampage 1 cursed and repeatedly pulled the rifle's trigger. The rifle jammed, and Rampage 1 threw the weapon at the Huckebein as to stop it. "To be defeated by a mere robot…"

The Huckebein looked down at the Strike Dagger. Rampage 1 sneered and lifted his hand (the movement was copied by the Strike Dagger, and it seemed the Mobile Suit was reaching for the mysterious Real Trooper). "Come on!" he bellowed. "Just kill me!"

The Huckebein grabbed the Strike Dagger's head. "Very well." It tossed the Strike Dagger towards a nearby river with great force. The Huckebein boosted up and chased after the Strike Dagger, flying across the wide river in great speed.

"Farewell."

The Huckebein kneed the Strike Dagger's cockpit. It let go off the unpiloted Mobile Suit and let it splash into the watery body. The Huckebein landed on the riverbank and left into the woods, leaving the crippled patrol teams to the mercy of the Siberian wilderness.

It disappeared…