Disclaimer: I do not own the Armored Core series. That honor goes to From Software. I do however, own Sabre
Bold is thought
Italic is the computer
Underlined Parentheses is communication
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Connection with left arm severed. Railgun non-responsive. Head damaged. Generator output down to 35. Booster efficiency down to 67. Left leg armor 24 remaining, core armor 53 remaining. Life support off-line. Withdrawal is highly advised. My computers voice was slightly distorted and muddled. "Damn it." I seethed. I could feel blood trickling down the front of my face and into my eyes. I looked up at the mechanical demon responsible for my current predicament. It was a rust brown and pulsing blue color. It had a roundish head and a slender body, with four wing-like spines behind it that gave it a demonic-angel look. It also had two massive glowing energy blades where its wrists and hands should've been. It was hanging in mid-air, waiting for me to make a move. I struggled to get my AC upright; earning a grinding noise from the gears in my ACs left leg. "Come on Oblivion, hold together a little longer," I begged the machine. "Just a little bit more and it'll all be over." The demon machine that was hanging in mid-air shifted slightly. It knew I was weakened and could hardly fight. It fully extended its energy blades. It was preparing to deal the final blow. "Come on you bastard," I snarled, aiming my linear rifle at the demon machine. "Bring it on!" It took this as a challenge and swooped down to deal the final strike. I ignited my boosters and charged the demon….
Eight years earlier…
(We're nearly there, I'll go over the mission one more time,) the evaluator said. (Your objective is to eliminate all targets occupying the city. The targets are battle MTs. Complete the mission and you'll be registered as Raven,) He hesitated for a moment. (This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't blow it.)
While I was waiting for the transport carrying my AC and my test partners AC to arrive in the mission area, I did a once over of my ACs systems. To my relief, everything seemed to be in order. I put on my helmet and activated my ACs generator.
Let's do this. I thought. I was trying to keep my cool despite the fact that this was my one and only chance at becoming a Raven. Suddenly, the hatch opened bringing me back to reality.
(Entering the area of operations. Move out.) My test partner was first out. After he had successfully made it out, I was next. I jumped out and hit the ground harder than I would have liked. Riding 30 tons of reinforced titanium, hydraulics and explosive ammunition was never a pleasant experience.
Main system. Engaging Combat Mode. There was an MT immediately in front of me. I raised my rifle and squeezed off 3 shots in rapid succession before it could draw a bead on me. The MT took all three shots right in the face and fire erupted from the front and back, it collapsed into a heap and then exploded. Satisfied, I boosted down the street toward my next target. I ignited my laser blade and sliced down another MT that was standing in the middle of the street, shooting at my test partner. His AC flashed me a thumbs-up with its left hand and moved on to his next target. I switched to my missile launcher, boosted up on the rooftop, and locked-on to a far off MT.
(Got one!) My partner yelled enthusiastically.
(Transport plane detected. It's bringing in back-up,) the evaluator said suddenly. (This isn't part of the scheduled test, but you'll have to manage.)
Damn I thought bitterly. I finished off my current target and turned my attention to the reinforcements. They were those newer, heavy support MTs. Thick armor, a bazooka and shield made them trouble, even for an AC. Before I could move, one of them raised its bazooka at me and fired. The shot connected with my right arm severing it from the elbow. "Damn you." I snarled. I ignited my boosters and went straight at him. I dodged its next shot and ignited my laser blade. I was almost in blade range when he fired a third shot. I barely dodged the shot, then closed the distance between me and the MT, and then cut it in half. Last one! my test partner said. He was right, there was only one MT left and it was a heavy support one. It strafed to the left to avoid my partners' attacks but it was pointless. My partner landed right in front of the MT and ran his blade right through the cockpit. The MT fell back with a smoldering hole in it and exploded before it hit the street.
(HAHA! How do you like that!?) My partner yelled, obviously happy that the test was over.
(Test complete,) the evaluator said, sounding somewhat impressed. (All enemy units destroyed. You both performed well. Welcome to the ranks of an elite few: Ravens.)
Primary objective achieved. Combat system disengaged.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It was done. I was a Raven.
To be continued
My Chronicles of a Ninebreaker is going to take place over Armored 3, Silent line, Nexus and Last Raven spread throughout 4 stories