Grasping the handle to the crooked dagger, Caleb waited for the right moment to pounce. No body made a move, not Jesse, not Caleb, nor the other two suits.
"Jesse, where is everybody?"
No response.
"Jesse, I know you can hear me, I said-"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID!" Jesse screamed. "A few got away, the others, the others..." Jesse cringed.
Caleb didn't need Jesse to tell him what happened, for once Caleb looked around, and he saw suits with the emblem of the Falcon lying around...in pieces.
A tear welled up in one of his eyes for those who had faithfully followed him, and he abandoned them to die.
"Unidentified Diamond Suit, state your name, real or code, I don't care."
In a quiet tone, there was a cold reply, "My code name is Reaper, my real name is Robert."
"Robert, war is war, and in war people die, like those we have killed today. But today, I'll take one more life..."
"Oh? And I don't suppose that life will be mine own?"
Unable to hide the angered sorrow in his voice, Caleb replied with a solitary "Yes."
Sitting there listening to the exchanging of words, Jesse has never seen this side of Caleb before. Jesse himself on the brink of rage was glad that the first to be evacuated were Jenelle and Stephanie. Bryan barely made it out, T.J. went back down to fix some explosives, and two other suits got out, the rest were destroyed.
It happened too fast. As soon as he took off, he could see the Med. trucks moving away. Jesse figured that the trucks were from the base. As he got closer, he saw a suit moving fast, too fast. In a few short seconds, most everybody was dead. Jesse was helpless to do anything.
Unable to control his rage, Jesse jumped at the Diamond suit in front of him. The pilot, Robert, was quick. He caught the Enclave with both of its hands. With his thrusters to full, the other suit was sliding backwards.
Opening his eyes, Jesse rubbed his head. He looked at the screens to see that Caleb was in a fierce battle with the Reaper. With one foot directly on top of him, there was the heavy scout, obviously watching the battle raging right in front of them.
Sitting up, Jenelle couldn't see through the trees to the base. The concussions of Bryan's suit running was making her head throb.
"Driver, where are we headed?" She shouted.
"I don't know, the General told me to drive, and I'm driving. We have an escort, the General, Wren, and Sussenguth."
Picking up the spare headset, Jenelle plugged it in and asked the General, "Where are we headed?"
"We're going to the allied border. There we can get help."
"Anyone else make it out?"
He hesitated.
"General?"
"No, no one else made it out alive. My top priority is to get the few survivors out of there and into safety, that's why I'm with you."
"Oh." she replied, distraught over the death of her comrades. Frustrated about the fact that she doesn't have a suit didn't help her mood any. The truck hit a bump, and Jenelle cringed for the burns were starting to hurt again.
"Honestly, do you think that you can defeat me? Ha, his is mere child's play, kid."
"Good, I'm just getting warmed up." Caleb sneered.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Hearing the hammer hit empty air, Caleb took the chance and grabbed the right arm, the arm with the empty Uzi. Applying extra power to the hand, Caleb started to crush the arm.
Reacting quickly, Robert started to beat the Hell's Dagger's arm, only to be stopped by his other arm. Now deadlocked in an embrace, the Reaper's arm was slowly losing power.
Just as the armor started to bend in, the Hell's Dagger jerked forward, almost losing it's balance. Robert took the distraction and played it to his advantage by lifting the Hell's Dagger into the air and throwing it into a nearby building.
"Thanks Jaime."
"Your welc-ahhhggg"
Robert looked over to see the tip of a beam sword withdraw from the drive mechanism in the waist.
"JAMI, NOOOO!" Robert screamed as the heavy scout dropped revealing the Enclave starting to stand up.
"Your going to pay for your interference, you bastard."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." Jesse replied.
Looking to his left, where the Hell's Dagger should've been, Robert made a surprise attack on the Enclave. From a well-disguised sheath on his back shot a long pole.
Watching the rushing Reaper, Jesse braced himself for a body slam. But instead of body slamming him, the Reaper snatched the flying pole out of the air and made a swing for the upper half of the Enclave.
Jesse blocked it with one arm, but Robert used the other end to catch the Enclave behind the knee joint and tripped him. With his free hand, Jesse grabbed the Reaper by the neck and pulled it down with him.
Landing with a big thud, Jesse held onto the Reaper with a death like hold.
"Let go of me!" Robert demanded.
"No!" Jesse yelled.
Sitting there trying to move, Robert ran through his mind his options, gun, pole, jets, vulcans, or just beating the Enclave into submission. Just as he was deciding, he was lifted off of the ground.
"No, the Enclave doesn't have that much power!" Robert exclaimed.
"No, but the Hell's Dagger does." Said Jesse, smirking.
Lifting the suit above its head, Caleb grabbed it by one leg and dropped the suit. Grabbing the other leg with his free hand, Caleb started to spin.
WARNING, GRAVATONAL FORCES WILL
EXCEED STRUCTURAL INTEGRATY.
Watching the Reaper sail through the air, Caleb kept a careful aim on it, never letting it out of his sight. Finger on the trigger, Caleb almost fired, but it was too late, the Reaper hit the ground and slid to a rough stop. Pushing itself up onto its hands and knees, Caleb and Jesse could tell that Robert wasn't feeling well.
Lifting a foot to brace underneath itself, the Reaper stood up as if it was an old man. The head turned, slightly, and looked at Caleb who had the beam cannon trained on him.
"You're not going to pull the trigger, you're too much of a chicken." Taunted Robert.
"Fire!" Urged Jesse.
"Like I said, he's too much of a chicken." Turned fully to the Hell's Dagger and the Enclave, the Reaper took an unsteady step towards them.
"Cluck, Muther Fucker." Caleb said evenly as he let loose the humongus green beam.
"Jesse, where is everybody?"
No response.
"Jesse, I know you can hear me, I said-"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID!" Jesse screamed. "A few got away, the others, the others..." Jesse cringed.
Caleb didn't need Jesse to tell him what happened, for once Caleb looked around, and he saw suits with the emblem of the Falcon lying around...in pieces.
A tear welled up in one of his eyes for those who had faithfully followed him, and he abandoned them to die.
"Unidentified Diamond Suit, state your name, real or code, I don't care."
In a quiet tone, there was a cold reply, "My code name is Reaper, my real name is Robert."
"Robert, war is war, and in war people die, like those we have killed today. But today, I'll take one more life..."
"Oh? And I don't suppose that life will be mine own?"
Unable to hide the angered sorrow in his voice, Caleb replied with a solitary "Yes."
Sitting there listening to the exchanging of words, Jesse has never seen this side of Caleb before. Jesse himself on the brink of rage was glad that the first to be evacuated were Jenelle and Stephanie. Bryan barely made it out, T.J. went back down to fix some explosives, and two other suits got out, the rest were destroyed.
It happened too fast. As soon as he took off, he could see the Med. trucks moving away. Jesse figured that the trucks were from the base. As he got closer, he saw a suit moving fast, too fast. In a few short seconds, most everybody was dead. Jesse was helpless to do anything.
Unable to control his rage, Jesse jumped at the Diamond suit in front of him. The pilot, Robert, was quick. He caught the Enclave with both of its hands. With his thrusters to full, the other suit was sliding backwards.
Opening his eyes, Jesse rubbed his head. He looked at the screens to see that Caleb was in a fierce battle with the Reaper. With one foot directly on top of him, there was the heavy scout, obviously watching the battle raging right in front of them.
Sitting up, Jenelle couldn't see through the trees to the base. The concussions of Bryan's suit running was making her head throb.
"Driver, where are we headed?" She shouted.
"I don't know, the General told me to drive, and I'm driving. We have an escort, the General, Wren, and Sussenguth."
Picking up the spare headset, Jenelle plugged it in and asked the General, "Where are we headed?"
"We're going to the allied border. There we can get help."
"Anyone else make it out?"
He hesitated.
"General?"
"No, no one else made it out alive. My top priority is to get the few survivors out of there and into safety, that's why I'm with you."
"Oh." she replied, distraught over the death of her comrades. Frustrated about the fact that she doesn't have a suit didn't help her mood any. The truck hit a bump, and Jenelle cringed for the burns were starting to hurt again.
"Honestly, do you think that you can defeat me? Ha, his is mere child's play, kid."
"Good, I'm just getting warmed up." Caleb sneered.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Hearing the hammer hit empty air, Caleb took the chance and grabbed the right arm, the arm with the empty Uzi. Applying extra power to the hand, Caleb started to crush the arm.
Reacting quickly, Robert started to beat the Hell's Dagger's arm, only to be stopped by his other arm. Now deadlocked in an embrace, the Reaper's arm was slowly losing power.
Just as the armor started to bend in, the Hell's Dagger jerked forward, almost losing it's balance. Robert took the distraction and played it to his advantage by lifting the Hell's Dagger into the air and throwing it into a nearby building.
"Thanks Jaime."
"Your welc-ahhhggg"
Robert looked over to see the tip of a beam sword withdraw from the drive mechanism in the waist.
"JAMI, NOOOO!" Robert screamed as the heavy scout dropped revealing the Enclave starting to stand up.
"Your going to pay for your interference, you bastard."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." Jesse replied.
Looking to his left, where the Hell's Dagger should've been, Robert made a surprise attack on the Enclave. From a well-disguised sheath on his back shot a long pole.
Watching the rushing Reaper, Jesse braced himself for a body slam. But instead of body slamming him, the Reaper snatched the flying pole out of the air and made a swing for the upper half of the Enclave.
Jesse blocked it with one arm, but Robert used the other end to catch the Enclave behind the knee joint and tripped him. With his free hand, Jesse grabbed the Reaper by the neck and pulled it down with him.
Landing with a big thud, Jesse held onto the Reaper with a death like hold.
"Let go of me!" Robert demanded.
"No!" Jesse yelled.
Sitting there trying to move, Robert ran through his mind his options, gun, pole, jets, vulcans, or just beating the Enclave into submission. Just as he was deciding, he was lifted off of the ground.
"No, the Enclave doesn't have that much power!" Robert exclaimed.
"No, but the Hell's Dagger does." Said Jesse, smirking.
Lifting the suit above its head, Caleb grabbed it by one leg and dropped the suit. Grabbing the other leg with his free hand, Caleb started to spin.
WARNING, GRAVATONAL FORCES WILL
EXCEED STRUCTURAL INTEGRATY.
Watching the Reaper sail through the air, Caleb kept a careful aim on it, never letting it out of his sight. Finger on the trigger, Caleb almost fired, but it was too late, the Reaper hit the ground and slid to a rough stop. Pushing itself up onto its hands and knees, Caleb and Jesse could tell that Robert wasn't feeling well.
Lifting a foot to brace underneath itself, the Reaper stood up as if it was an old man. The head turned, slightly, and looked at Caleb who had the beam cannon trained on him.
"You're not going to pull the trigger, you're too much of a chicken." Taunted Robert.
"Fire!" Urged Jesse.
"Like I said, he's too much of a chicken." Turned fully to the Hell's Dagger and the Enclave, the Reaper took an unsteady step towards them.
"Cluck, Muther Fucker." Caleb said evenly as he let loose the humongus green beam.