Disclaimer: I do not own Armored Core or any of the character designed by them. However, there are original characters in this story that I have created.
The Hands of God III: Heavenfall
The world has fallen to ruin once again...
A failed attempt by the now-defunct Navis' group to control ancient weaponry has resulted in the near destruction of the entire world. In the aftermath of this tragedy, the corporations, seeking to hold their power, have united into one super-corporation known as 'The Alliance'.
However, the rule of Alliance has resulted in the oppression of Ravens, elite mercenaries who pilot massive fighting machines known as Armored Cores. Under the Alliance, Ravens are forced to follow their commands, becoming nothing more than foot soldiers that battle at their beck and call.
However, such tyranny does not go unchecked. In recent months, a group of Ravens have been gathering together from the ashes of the Raven's Ark, all wishing to fight against the Alliance. Some have gone their own way, becoming independent warlords to command their own forces. But one particular group is on the rise, wielding a far greater power and thus, becoming a significant threat to Alliance.
It is in such an environment is where one Raven, a survivor of the devastation known as Heavenfall, will rise...
The florescent lights of the room flickered on, automatically activated for this time. On the bed in the sparse room, the sole occupant was slowly roused from his sleep. Sitting up with his eyes still closed with drowsiness, a young man raked his hand over his face and over his head, yawning all the while.
Beep, beep...
At the sound, his eyes opened finally and turned to look in the direction of the sound, although already knowing its source. His laptop computer... With another yawn, he rose up from his bed and moved over to the table where his computer was settled on. He scowled to himself as he looked at the name that showed up on the monitor.
'Damn it. Haven't even had my morning drink yet...'
Sulking, he soon surrendered to his fate and opened the message left to him by his operator. As it opened, he moved his hand over and grabbed a bottle of beer, which had been left over from the night before. Without a moment's hesitation, he gulped down the remaining contents. Swallowing, he finally looked at the message on the computer.
-"Alright, fledgling. Here's your mission."-
Scowling at the nickname his operator penned on him, the Raven Elijah read on...
AN: Short? I know. I just wanted something to put here so that everyone knows that I haven't forgotten about this. But it may take me a while to work on this regularly as I am still missing some elements needed to really start writing this, but for now, this is what I've got. For those who had been waiting for this, sorry for the delay.