PRELUDE
There was once a town, a very small town consisting of only a few hundred residents. All of these people, they were hard working, happy, and peaceful. They didn't have a care in the world. Everyday they would get up, go to work, come home, go to bed. The town was located in a little valley, surrounded by mostly mountains. Only one road was not a mountainous road, and it was the trade route. They were happy this way, and they were to remain this way... until one certain day...
That day started out as any other morning would have, the average worker got up and ate breakfast, then kissed their family good-bye and went off to work. However, once the day break had hit the center of it's ascent, the peace that was once always in the atmosphere was shattered. Everyone had turned to the trading route, as to expect an enemy attack.
"SHHHOOOO" - A loud, booming noise of an engine bellowed across the mountains.
"Surely no one is ludicrous to lead an army over the entire mountain?" - Said one townsman, breaking the silence that had resumed it's original spot.
"Why would anyone want to attack our little, pathetic town anyways?" - Said another, with some frustration in his voice.
As the echoes from earlier had dimmed down completely, the townsfolk began their daily lives again.
"Day 7, 1:38 P.M." - An anonymous male voice was logging his journey on a tape recorder.
"I have spotted a fragile town up ahead, I'm going in to have some fun."
Again, the silence was broken by the loud engines echoing through the mountains. Everyone this time, looked right at the mountains expecting to see some huge army. However, what they thought and what is reality are two totally different things...
"PHRROOO"
A large, black mech jumped from the mountainside and landed on the other end of town, it's jets catching houses on fire as it landed. It slowly turned around to look at the townsfolk, and was greeted with nothing but their gawking faces. It raised it's right arm, and fired it's gun. The bullet from the gun was huge, and fast. It seemed like a grenade launcher, only 30 times the original size. The moment the bullet hit the ground, the town was decimated and no one left surviving... except for the mech.
What could this mech be you ask? It's known no other then an Armored Core, or "AC". The cold hearted assassin's that pilot these "ACs" are known simply by the word... Ravens.
