I walked down to the garage to check on my AC. The beautiful red
paint job magnified it's aggressive look that made it seem just as lethal
as the day I first bought it. It was truly a deadly machine. I stepped
onto the hover lift that took me to the cockpit of my AC. I got inside and
strapped myself into the automatic control system.
"Verifying pilot, pilot is Myk Linear. Welcome Myk, all systems functioning within normal parameters. No new weapons detected. Engage combat mode?"
"Negative, activate auto pilot. Destination is the NIC elite guard HQ."
"Affirmative. Manual piloting is required for navigating the garage."
I moved my feet which moved the AC's feet as well. I navigated the hallways of the garage until I reached the hangar doors.
"Activate auto pilot."
"Auto pilot activated." My AC began walking a steady pace through town. I unstrapped myself from the automatic control system and sat on the floor of the small cockpit. I decided to think about what the hell is going on right now.
I'm being drafted into the Neo Isaac City elite guard. Since I'm only a C ranker raven, I have a survival chance of about 50%. Not very high. I'm positive Lynn will be ok, even though she is a D ranker, and they have a survival chance of 25%. Lynn's father is an A ranker, I'm sure he'd protect her. I sure hope Soni doesn't get drafted though, she is only an E ranker, and they have a survival chance of like 10%.
"Destination achieved."
"Huh? Already?" Time must fly when you think hard.
I got out of my AC. There were about 20 other ACs standing around. I walked over to the entrance of the HQ. Inside, many people were rushing around with papers in their hands. It looked like they all had something real important to do. I continued walking down to the hallway to where there was a bunch of consoles surrounded by a bunch of important looking guys. I'm guessing these are the A ranker ravens. Cities usually appoint A ranking ravens as generals, since they are such good pilots.
"Are you Myk Linear?" said one of the important guys. He had a raspy voice and kinda freaked me out. It sounded like he was going to rape me or something.
"Yeah, I'm Myk," I replied.
"Arrite, we got an assignment for you. Here's the briefing. Read it on the way there. The coordinates are 55 and 70," he said as he handed me some papers. Well, now I have something that looked like I'm doing something real important. I walked out of the room and out the building. I read the title of the papers.
"Escort prototype MTs."
I climbed up the right leg of my AC and strapped myself in the cockpit.
"Computer, autopilot to coordinates 55 and 70," I said.
"Affirmative," replied the computer.
I read the briefing papers.
Escort prototype MTs. Payment = n/a well, so much for being a soldier now The Earth Government has reestablished the company Murakumo. Apparently, some rumors reached the Earth Government that Murakumo was researching a new kind of charge-energy cannon until they were shut down. Earth Government wants to use this new technology against the Martians who have been fighting in minor skirmishes across Neo Zion. As you know, the Martians launched a massive attack on Neo Zion the night of new earth year. actually, I didn't know that Earth government believes that the Martians attacked Neo Zion because of it is the housing for many corporations and factories, and so attacking these factories would halt any production of forces to use against the Martians. Earth Government has established the Murakumo factory here in Neo Isaac to hide it from the Martians. The new MTs are being constructed as you read this. There are 6 prototypes that Neo Zion desperately needs. Do not let them be discovered or destroyed. If seen, destroy all Martians in sight, because any outside MTs would mean there are more factories. Once at Neo Zion, help out with anything they need.
"So the Martians are responsible for those attacks," I said to myself.
"Destination achieved," said my computer. I looked out the HUD and saw a factory. In front of it were 6 teal MTs. They were a little shorter than an AC, but larger than a normal MT. They had 4 legs that were rather thin, and it was weird because legs that thin can't usually support weight like that. On top of the legs, there was the weapons and cockpit. The main core was like a half-sphere with white engravings that looked like swept back lines on the top. On both the left and right were 2 cannons, so in total there were 4. They looked like the new STRING cannons they have for ACs. I guess these were the MTs that I had to escort.
"There's our escort," said one of the MT pilots. The 6 MTs walked over to me.
"I'm Myk Linear, your escort," I said.
"I'm Scott Raym. . .an. Scott Rayman," It was unusual that he stuttered, "I'm the commander of these D-types." His voice was familiar.
"D-types, ok. We better get on our way," I said.
"Team, Snake formation!" ordered Scott in a military tone.
We headed out. The 6 D-types traveled in a single file line, and stepping in each other's footprints, I guess so they can hide their numbers. These guys are professional elite guards.
"Verifying pilot, pilot is Myk Linear. Welcome Myk, all systems functioning within normal parameters. No new weapons detected. Engage combat mode?"
"Negative, activate auto pilot. Destination is the NIC elite guard HQ."
"Affirmative. Manual piloting is required for navigating the garage."
I moved my feet which moved the AC's feet as well. I navigated the hallways of the garage until I reached the hangar doors.
"Activate auto pilot."
"Auto pilot activated." My AC began walking a steady pace through town. I unstrapped myself from the automatic control system and sat on the floor of the small cockpit. I decided to think about what the hell is going on right now.
I'm being drafted into the Neo Isaac City elite guard. Since I'm only a C ranker raven, I have a survival chance of about 50%. Not very high. I'm positive Lynn will be ok, even though she is a D ranker, and they have a survival chance of 25%. Lynn's father is an A ranker, I'm sure he'd protect her. I sure hope Soni doesn't get drafted though, she is only an E ranker, and they have a survival chance of like 10%.
"Destination achieved."
"Huh? Already?" Time must fly when you think hard.
I got out of my AC. There were about 20 other ACs standing around. I walked over to the entrance of the HQ. Inside, many people were rushing around with papers in their hands. It looked like they all had something real important to do. I continued walking down to the hallway to where there was a bunch of consoles surrounded by a bunch of important looking guys. I'm guessing these are the A ranker ravens. Cities usually appoint A ranking ravens as generals, since they are such good pilots.
"Are you Myk Linear?" said one of the important guys. He had a raspy voice and kinda freaked me out. It sounded like he was going to rape me or something.
"Yeah, I'm Myk," I replied.
"Arrite, we got an assignment for you. Here's the briefing. Read it on the way there. The coordinates are 55 and 70," he said as he handed me some papers. Well, now I have something that looked like I'm doing something real important. I walked out of the room and out the building. I read the title of the papers.
"Escort prototype MTs."
I climbed up the right leg of my AC and strapped myself in the cockpit.
"Computer, autopilot to coordinates 55 and 70," I said.
"Affirmative," replied the computer.
I read the briefing papers.
Escort prototype MTs. Payment = n/a well, so much for being a soldier now The Earth Government has reestablished the company Murakumo. Apparently, some rumors reached the Earth Government that Murakumo was researching a new kind of charge-energy cannon until they were shut down. Earth Government wants to use this new technology against the Martians who have been fighting in minor skirmishes across Neo Zion. As you know, the Martians launched a massive attack on Neo Zion the night of new earth year. actually, I didn't know that Earth government believes that the Martians attacked Neo Zion because of it is the housing for many corporations and factories, and so attacking these factories would halt any production of forces to use against the Martians. Earth Government has established the Murakumo factory here in Neo Isaac to hide it from the Martians. The new MTs are being constructed as you read this. There are 6 prototypes that Neo Zion desperately needs. Do not let them be discovered or destroyed. If seen, destroy all Martians in sight, because any outside MTs would mean there are more factories. Once at Neo Zion, help out with anything they need.
"So the Martians are responsible for those attacks," I said to myself.
"Destination achieved," said my computer. I looked out the HUD and saw a factory. In front of it were 6 teal MTs. They were a little shorter than an AC, but larger than a normal MT. They had 4 legs that were rather thin, and it was weird because legs that thin can't usually support weight like that. On top of the legs, there was the weapons and cockpit. The main core was like a half-sphere with white engravings that looked like swept back lines on the top. On both the left and right were 2 cannons, so in total there were 4. They looked like the new STRING cannons they have for ACs. I guess these were the MTs that I had to escort.
"There's our escort," said one of the MT pilots. The 6 MTs walked over to me.
"I'm Myk Linear, your escort," I said.
"I'm Scott Raym. . .an. Scott Rayman," It was unusual that he stuttered, "I'm the commander of these D-types." His voice was familiar.
"D-types, ok. We better get on our way," I said.
"Team, Snake formation!" ordered Scott in a military tone.
We headed out. The 6 D-types traveled in a single file line, and stepping in each other's footprints, I guess so they can hide their numbers. These guys are professional elite guards.