Note: This my fanfic of Armored Core and my first too. So to make this clear, don't take my story and place it as your own (plagiarism). The original sits in my computer and does nothing until I access it and show it to my friends. I have my copyright to this story and Agetec has its rights reserved to the game. Now after all the rights and stuff, enjoy the my fanfiction.
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"Attention! Attention! Attention! AC pilots do you want to gain fame, 99,000,000 credits, and to be known as the best? Well, if you said yes to any of these or all then come participate in the AC tournament sponsered by Sortek."
"Come participate in the AC tournament held by Sortek."
"Sortek, the new company to the future of environmental production and technological advances, is holding a tournament that will determine the best AC pilot, this will attract AC pilots all over Mars because this tournament is open to all pilots, this includes civilians, military pilots, mecercenaries, and the Ravens. This tournament will be broadcast live to everone on Mars. A deadline has just been given, all pilots must register by November 26, the day of the tournament, 06:00, three hours before the tournament begins. So pilots come join the tournament. As for other news today, there was an explosion at one of Crest's research facility at 03:00 this morning and stolen classified parts for a new type of AC..."
"Good work Jefferson, I knew I can rely on you to broadcast our tournament from televisions, news broadcasts, posters, and even have celebrities promote about us," a well dressed man sitting in a standard executive desk.
The room has no windows but artificial sunlight from fluorescent lights. The room is big for one person, it's like two small offices together. The room has light blue and a shade of gray walls, the floor was polished marble from Mars. A indoor plant sits in the back corner of the room. A book rack against the right wall near the desk and portraits of the long forgotton Earth's scenary hanged on the left side of the wall. Two guest chairs in front of the desk.
Jefferson sat in one of the guest chairs and responded, "Thank you, sir."
"Ah...yes, did the research and analysis have any progress in what Crest has been developing yet?"
"They almost finish the analysis and said that the AC parts are heat resistance. These parts are capable of keeping cool temperatures in conditions such as molten earth from a planet's core. The scientists believe that these metals require atomic heat to shaped into armor."
"Have you found how were they created?"
"Not created but found."
"Found?"
"Yes, these metals are naturally created by the planet. They are found in deep caverns that are close to the planet's core."
"I see...now how's the Seer Project doing?"
"The Seer Project, is still under development but there is one success."
"One success...is this success ready?"
"Yes, he's been trained and you want him to be tested in the tournament?"
"You've read my mind, Jefferson."
"It's already been taken care of and the experimental Seer AC has been given to him to enter."
"Good, you've done well for your first time working here at Sortek."
"Thank you, sir."
"You may go now, I have a board meeting to attend."
"Yes sir."
Jefferson got up from the warm seat and shook hands with his boss. He turned around to the door. The door slid open automatically and he walked out of the room. The door closed quietly behind him. Jefferson let out a long sigh and continued walking. When Jefferson was about to be next in line for a security scan before leaving the building, the security siren blared suddenly.
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"Attention! Attention! Attention! AC pilots do you want to gain fame, 99,000,000 credits, and to be known as the best? Well, if you said yes to any of these or all then come participate in the AC tournament sponsered by Sortek."
"Come participate in the AC tournament held by Sortek."
"Sortek, the new company to the future of environmental production and technological advances, is holding a tournament that will determine the best AC pilot, this will attract AC pilots all over Mars because this tournament is open to all pilots, this includes civilians, military pilots, mecercenaries, and the Ravens. This tournament will be broadcast live to everone on Mars. A deadline has just been given, all pilots must register by November 26, the day of the tournament, 06:00, three hours before the tournament begins. So pilots come join the tournament. As for other news today, there was an explosion at one of Crest's research facility at 03:00 this morning and stolen classified parts for a new type of AC..."
"Good work Jefferson, I knew I can rely on you to broadcast our tournament from televisions, news broadcasts, posters, and even have celebrities promote about us," a well dressed man sitting in a standard executive desk.
The room has no windows but artificial sunlight from fluorescent lights. The room is big for one person, it's like two small offices together. The room has light blue and a shade of gray walls, the floor was polished marble from Mars. A indoor plant sits in the back corner of the room. A book rack against the right wall near the desk and portraits of the long forgotton Earth's scenary hanged on the left side of the wall. Two guest chairs in front of the desk.
Jefferson sat in one of the guest chairs and responded, "Thank you, sir."
"Ah...yes, did the research and analysis have any progress in what Crest has been developing yet?"
"They almost finish the analysis and said that the AC parts are heat resistance. These parts are capable of keeping cool temperatures in conditions such as molten earth from a planet's core. The scientists believe that these metals require atomic heat to shaped into armor."
"Have you found how were they created?"
"Not created but found."
"Found?"
"Yes, these metals are naturally created by the planet. They are found in deep caverns that are close to the planet's core."
"I see...now how's the Seer Project doing?"
"The Seer Project, is still under development but there is one success."
"One success...is this success ready?"
"Yes, he's been trained and you want him to be tested in the tournament?"
"You've read my mind, Jefferson."
"It's already been taken care of and the experimental Seer AC has been given to him to enter."
"Good, you've done well for your first time working here at Sortek."
"Thank you, sir."
"You may go now, I have a board meeting to attend."
"Yes sir."
Jefferson got up from the warm seat and shook hands with his boss. He turned around to the door. The door slid open automatically and he walked out of the room. The door closed quietly behind him. Jefferson let out a long sigh and continued walking. When Jefferson was about to be next in line for a security scan before leaving the building, the security siren blared suddenly.