Chapter 1: Legend Reborn "Part 2"
"Footsteps.people in pain. Fear.panic.and fighting. It's gone on for long enough. Please, let me rest a little while more."
Present
Running and panic filled. A girl ran through the streets of a once busy capital, panting as she went, her wild blond hair streamed behind her like an uncontrollable river. The girl passed by a crumbled bakery, but she did not stop. She continued running as fast as her legs would carry her, parrying small pebbles with her arms as the wind send them at her like projectiles. Panting heavily, she skittered to a stop as she rounded a corner and met a brick wall. Desperate, the girl climbed a heap of broken down cars at the side. Her pursuers, a duo of blue human like robots with a single menacing red gem for their eye, studied their pretty with a never blinking glare. The blue reploids were agile and sleek on their feet, having caught up with their prey so quickly. They examined the heap of vehicles impartially then let loose a barrage of shots, literally tearing apart the bottom cars which served as a foundation. Feeling the ground shift beneath her, the girl lost her balance and fell. Screaming, she rolled to a stop at the booted feet of her pursuers.
Looking up, her nose touched the barrel of an ugly looking firearm. Her eyes looked blankly at the instrument of death then closed, once realizing her situation. The reploids studied the helpless human girl, their optics lens narrowed to no more than a small dot. Each placed a forefinger on their trigger, ready to fire. Without warning, a shot was discharged.
The bullet found its way into the eye piece of the first blue reploid, breaking the red gem and into the robotic brain. The reploid crumbled with restraint. The remaining reploid looked at its companion then at the attacker. The resistance soldier was dressed in matching green overalls, and a three stripped badge hanging beneath a triangle marked him as a Captain. The reploid ignored the status of its enemy, and focused on the smoking gun in its opponent's hand. In a fraction of a second, the reploid scanned the soldier and the data was sent to the robotic brain for analyzing.
"Enemy identified. Maverick signature matched. Orion Class. Retaliation is futile. Cease and surrender." The drone spoke flatly, never taking its targeting lens away from its opponent.
The Captain pursed his lips, as if mocking the drone for its slow calculation speed. "Has anybody actually given in before?" He said with a smirk.
The landscape was fairly flat, aside from the broken pieces of metal that littered the ground. It was true that the Drone's model was superior to the soldier's, and better equipped as well but the fact that the Drone was made to be able to fight in any scenario meant that it was not specialized in any. Clearly, it can be outsmarted.
The Captain sprinted to the side, the moment an emerald bolt from a laser punched a hole in the ground where he was standing a second ago. Pulling out his side arm, the Captain pumped two shots into the abdomen of the drone, making two neat finger sized holes in its armor. There was no time to register the triumph of damaging the opponent first, as the drone sprayed the area with a volley of laser charges. The Captain dropped into a crouch behind a semi-destroyed wall, as more shots rained down on him. Pinned by suppressive fire, the Captain could only fire blindly, thrusting his machine rifle to the maximum its strap would allow. He had to trust that the prisoner was smart enough to seek refuge somewhere away from the fight, or else he would probably injure her. But knowing her, she probably got away.
The Captain roughly shoved aside a piece of the wall that had fallen beside him. The whines of the laser mixed with the harsh scream of automatic weapons as both sides moved at the last second to parry the other's shot. A hail of bullets tore open the shoulder of the drone, exposing its sparking innards. But the Captain was not unmarked after having damaged his opponent. The last shot from the drone's laser had caught the barrel of the automatic rifle. The explosion traveled up the firearm, destroying the weapon completely, and leaving the Captain's right hand numb from the shock.
Training took over as the Captain lurched to the side, slapping in a new clip of ammo into his pistol. He risked crouch running to a destroyed telephone booth, feeling the air behind him warmed by a stream of ravenous energy. Looking at the heap of cars in the distance, it would appear to have been a logical risk to dash for higher ground. Hopefully, the higher elevation would give him an advantage in sniping.
Wildly sprinting, the Captain worked his way behind the trashed vehicles, watching the frame work of the booth being blasted off. Dropping to a crawl, he clutched his pistol with both hands, and open fired. Only one shot hit its mark. Cursing under his breath, he tore off a strip of his overall and tied it around the muzzle of his weapon to smoothen the recoil. This time his aim was true, and send the drone's weapon flying out of its hands. The drone looked stupidly at its free hands then back to its opponent. Grinning evilly, the captain waved at the harmless drone. "Pardon me for not giving this to you sooner." He lopped a grenade into the drone's outstretched hand, and an explosion blew the head of the drone sky high. Courtesy of Milan X098, field commander of Operation Revive Zero.
Pursed her lips He was tiring fast Standing Protectivly One sword went through, and slashed his shoulder hard enough to penetrate the armor.
"Footsteps.people in pain. Fear.panic.and fighting. It's gone on for long enough. Please, let me rest a little while more."
Present
Running and panic filled. A girl ran through the streets of a once busy capital, panting as she went, her wild blond hair streamed behind her like an uncontrollable river. The girl passed by a crumbled bakery, but she did not stop. She continued running as fast as her legs would carry her, parrying small pebbles with her arms as the wind send them at her like projectiles. Panting heavily, she skittered to a stop as she rounded a corner and met a brick wall. Desperate, the girl climbed a heap of broken down cars at the side. Her pursuers, a duo of blue human like robots with a single menacing red gem for their eye, studied their pretty with a never blinking glare. The blue reploids were agile and sleek on their feet, having caught up with their prey so quickly. They examined the heap of vehicles impartially then let loose a barrage of shots, literally tearing apart the bottom cars which served as a foundation. Feeling the ground shift beneath her, the girl lost her balance and fell. Screaming, she rolled to a stop at the booted feet of her pursuers.
Looking up, her nose touched the barrel of an ugly looking firearm. Her eyes looked blankly at the instrument of death then closed, once realizing her situation. The reploids studied the helpless human girl, their optics lens narrowed to no more than a small dot. Each placed a forefinger on their trigger, ready to fire. Without warning, a shot was discharged.
The bullet found its way into the eye piece of the first blue reploid, breaking the red gem and into the robotic brain. The reploid crumbled with restraint. The remaining reploid looked at its companion then at the attacker. The resistance soldier was dressed in matching green overalls, and a three stripped badge hanging beneath a triangle marked him as a Captain. The reploid ignored the status of its enemy, and focused on the smoking gun in its opponent's hand. In a fraction of a second, the reploid scanned the soldier and the data was sent to the robotic brain for analyzing.
"Enemy identified. Maverick signature matched. Orion Class. Retaliation is futile. Cease and surrender." The drone spoke flatly, never taking its targeting lens away from its opponent.
The Captain pursed his lips, as if mocking the drone for its slow calculation speed. "Has anybody actually given in before?" He said with a smirk.
The landscape was fairly flat, aside from the broken pieces of metal that littered the ground. It was true that the Drone's model was superior to the soldier's, and better equipped as well but the fact that the Drone was made to be able to fight in any scenario meant that it was not specialized in any. Clearly, it can be outsmarted.
The Captain sprinted to the side, the moment an emerald bolt from a laser punched a hole in the ground where he was standing a second ago. Pulling out his side arm, the Captain pumped two shots into the abdomen of the drone, making two neat finger sized holes in its armor. There was no time to register the triumph of damaging the opponent first, as the drone sprayed the area with a volley of laser charges. The Captain dropped into a crouch behind a semi-destroyed wall, as more shots rained down on him. Pinned by suppressive fire, the Captain could only fire blindly, thrusting his machine rifle to the maximum its strap would allow. He had to trust that the prisoner was smart enough to seek refuge somewhere away from the fight, or else he would probably injure her. But knowing her, she probably got away.
The Captain roughly shoved aside a piece of the wall that had fallen beside him. The whines of the laser mixed with the harsh scream of automatic weapons as both sides moved at the last second to parry the other's shot. A hail of bullets tore open the shoulder of the drone, exposing its sparking innards. But the Captain was not unmarked after having damaged his opponent. The last shot from the drone's laser had caught the barrel of the automatic rifle. The explosion traveled up the firearm, destroying the weapon completely, and leaving the Captain's right hand numb from the shock.
Training took over as the Captain lurched to the side, slapping in a new clip of ammo into his pistol. He risked crouch running to a destroyed telephone booth, feeling the air behind him warmed by a stream of ravenous energy. Looking at the heap of cars in the distance, it would appear to have been a logical risk to dash for higher ground. Hopefully, the higher elevation would give him an advantage in sniping.
Wildly sprinting, the Captain worked his way behind the trashed vehicles, watching the frame work of the booth being blasted off. Dropping to a crawl, he clutched his pistol with both hands, and open fired. Only one shot hit its mark. Cursing under his breath, he tore off a strip of his overall and tied it around the muzzle of his weapon to smoothen the recoil. This time his aim was true, and send the drone's weapon flying out of its hands. The drone looked stupidly at its free hands then back to its opponent. Grinning evilly, the captain waved at the harmless drone. "Pardon me for not giving this to you sooner." He lopped a grenade into the drone's outstretched hand, and an explosion blew the head of the drone sky high. Courtesy of Milan X098, field commander of Operation Revive Zero.
Pursed her lips He was tiring fast Standing Protectivly One sword went through, and slashed his shoulder hard enough to penetrate the armor.