Sirens.

The screaming of the "Howling Banshee" sirens echoed through the tight metal corridors of Base 354. Soldiers scrambled awake, rushing to their feet and equipment lockers.

Sargent Juan "John" Heinlein, startled awake, groaned as his somewhat blissful sleep was ruined.

"Damn! Must be another flock of hornets, eh?"

Michelle "Frosty" Freda, his room mate and the meanest girl he ever knew cursed as she rolled out of her bed and threw on her jet black under suit with a scowl on her face.

He quickly put on his own, ignoring the cold of the rubber composite and dashing out the door.

The long grey walls of corridor was sporadically illuminated by the flashing red light of the sirens, and he could see other soldiers rushing from their own rooms towards the equipment lockers.

He fell into line behind some men and women from Ranger Unit 26, Michelle keeping pace with him.

His fellow Power Frame pilots scrambled to fall in line, before the soldiers dispersed throughout the massive, armored, armory that contained the equipment lockers. He ignored the low whine of the ZE Gun turrets mounted on the ceiling as he passed underneath them, and rushed to his locker.

Fencers and Rangers rushed to and from their own lockers, and he lost sight of Freda momentarily before she reappeared from the mass of people.

Reaching into his locker, Heinlein grabbed his armor and suited up quickly before leaving towards the Power Frame Hanger, Freda in close pursuit.

"Damn, what do you think it is this time, more bugs or a abandoned Ravager robotic?"

Freda glanced at him as they ran, pale face hidden by her helmet.

"Probably just more bugs, but it must be something serious if they are scrambling everyone."

Juan nodded, before coming to a stop as he reached the Power Frame Hangar.

"Come on, suit up!"

Freda yelled as she leapt into her own unit, strapping into the giant robot.

Juan grinned and climbed into his own suit, strapping in and feeling the electricity surge through the vehicle before lifting the frames arm with the movement of his own, closing his fist and watching the skeletal graspers do the same.

Freda did the same, and ran though the check list at breakneck speed, testing hydraulics and thrusters before using the machines arms to pick up and mount a pair of titanic rotary cannons on the underside of each arm. A automated system placed a pair of VLS racks on each shoulder, and Freda slammed shut the canopy of the machine.

She raised both arms into the air, revolver cannons spinning as she roared through the speakers.

"All systems go, Möbius 2 ready for deployment!"

Juan mounted his own weapons, his own pair of rotary cannons. A pair of chirps confirmed the successful installation of the weapons, then he raised his (human) hand an pressed a small red button on each side of the cockpit.

With a mechanical hiss, a fully automated system attached a pair of VLS on the each of the machines soldiers.

As the vehicle began feeding information on the diagnostics of the suit, Juan slammed the canopy of the frame shut, fully covering him.

A rush of air filled the cockpit as the CBN protection systems activated and it sealed, completely airtight with no gaps that might allow the acid of a giant insect to seep through. A incredible amount of information was displayed and cleared from the screen by the pilot in seconds, and he activated the floodlights of the BM 03 Vegalta as he repeated Fredas declaration.

"ALL SYSTEMS GO, MÖBIUS 1 DEPLOYING!"