Los Angeles
2032
"Can't this go any faster?" Priss yelled as Sylia weaved the KnightWing through the towers and spires that made up the skyline of L.A.
"I'm trying!" Sylia yelled back as the jet yawed dangerously, the edge of the wing coming within mere centimeters of scraping against the glass and steel of the skyscraper. Priss' response was to return to her seat, grumbling. It barely registered on Sylia's senses since all her attention was focused on the jet they were chasing. It was all black, with angular sides. Nene had remarked that it reminded her of the very first computer generated images. It's pilot was a type of boomer none of them had ever seen before. It had no weapons, but it seemed to be able to duplicate any combat move after seeing it only once. That alone made it dangerous.
They had pursued it across Tokyo to the remains of Aqua City where it had seemingly had quite literally drawn the jet out of thin air, boarded it, and fled. Now it was here in America.
But so were the Sabers.
Suddenly the boomer banked right and descended towards a large house on the hill. Barely touching the ground, the boomer, a blond haired man in a blue and black glowing jumpsuit jumped out and ran inside. The jet faded to an outline, then shrank into a glowing dot and then followed it's master.
Touching down, the Sabers climbed into the motoroids and followed.
The inside of the house was sparsely furnished, but the boomer's electromagnetic emissions made it easy for Nene to track.
They followed it into the basement, and from there, a cave. At the far end, the boomer, stabbing frantically at a panel. As the Sabers approached, the panel came to life creating a hologram of a man in his late twenties of Hispanic descent.
"Auto, what-" the holo broke off as it noticed the machines. "Oh, no."
"Sir," Sylia said, "please move out of the way."
"Yeah," Priss growled, "I want a clear shot at that boomer."
"Boomer?" The man asked. "Automan's not a-" He broke off, smiling sheepishly. "I see," he said and took a deep breath. "My name's Walter Nebicher. Um, sorry about this."
"Can't this go any faster?" Priss yelled as Sylia weaved the KnightWing through the towers and spires that made up the skyline of L.A.
"I'm trying!" Sylia yelled back as the jet yawed dangerously, the edge of the wing coming within mere centimeters of scraping against the glass and steel of the skyscraper. Priss' response was to return to her seat, grumbling. It barely registered on Sylia's senses since all her attention was focused on the jet they were chasing. It was all black, with angular sides. Nene had remarked that it reminded her of the very first computer generated images. It's pilot was a type of boomer none of them had ever seen before. It had no weapons, but it seemed to be able to duplicate any combat move after seeing it only once. That alone made it dangerous.
They had pursued it across Tokyo to the remains of Aqua City where it had seemingly had quite literally drawn the jet out of thin air, boarded it, and fled. Now it was here in America.
But so were the Sabers.
Suddenly the boomer banked right and descended towards a large house on the hill. Barely touching the ground, the boomer, a blond haired man in a blue and black glowing jumpsuit jumped out and ran inside. The jet faded to an outline, then shrank into a glowing dot and then followed it's master.
Touching down, the Sabers climbed into the motoroids and followed.
The inside of the house was sparsely furnished, but the boomer's electromagnetic emissions made it easy for Nene to track.
They followed it into the basement, and from there, a cave. At the far end, the boomer, stabbing frantically at a panel. As the Sabers approached, the panel came to life creating a hologram of a man in his late twenties of Hispanic descent.
"Auto, what-" the holo broke off as it noticed the machines. "Oh, no."
"Sir," Sylia said, "please move out of the way."
"Yeah," Priss growled, "I want a clear shot at that boomer."
"Boomer?" The man asked. "Automan's not a-" He broke off, smiling sheepishly. "I see," he said and took a deep breath. "My name's Walter Nebicher. Um, sorry about this."