Chapter 4
"Baptized In Blue"
"Blackwind, we've got ourselves a dissabled AC here. My sensors show that the pilot is still alive. Should I dispose of him?" He inquires, speaking in a deep tone.
"Leave him Judas, he is no longer any threat to us." The women replies in a cold manner.
The rain falls furiously as a dark AC stands tall looking down upon another. The black AC presents a haunting appearance. The surrounding area is filled with a dim green light. The rain reflecting the emitting green glow from Necrofix 6's camera. Judas, glaring down upon the mangled AC, hears the indacator from his radar go off.
"Judas we have company. Stop messing around down there." Blackwind warns him. "This guys coming in too fast, I can't keep a lock on him. I'm sending out flares so we can get a better visual." Her AC sets it's sniper rifle down and picks up a large cannon. She pulls the trigger and the cannon lights the sky with a cluster of white flares, all attached to small parachutes.
Judas looking to the East as several flares are fired from a a hill top position, bringing light to the dark and cold desert. And from the distance he sees an AC overboosting in to confront him.
"I've got a positive identification. Its Maverick, piloting Maverick. Leave it to a macho hotshot to name his AC after himself. This guy should be no problem at all. I've got a lock on him now. I'll take a couple of shots at him from up here and you finish him off down there. Blackwind, over." She finished her transmission and her AC took hold of it's sniper rifle. Her velvet AC crouched down to steady itself. One and a half seconds. One and a half seconds is all it takes for a well trained military sniper to locate, lock on, and execute their target. For a heartless killing machine known as Blackwind, it only takes 0.7 second. Her days as an AC pilot have been spent peering through the lens of a scope. She has never seen combat on the front lines. She has always seen herself above grunt work thus she takes on a supporting role.
"Good copy. I see him coming. See if you can disarm him with a couple of shots. I'll take him out up close and personal, just the way I like it. Judas, out." Its cold in the cockpit of the AC known ac Necrofix 6, but not as cold as the heart of the man that pilots it. Judas, a killer since childhood. A man who has taken the lives of hundreds, many without cause. The sheer sight of blood is always a euphoric scene to him. He lives to end life.
Blackwind, breathing softly, steadying her heart beat, takes aim at Maverick as he charges in. Judas sitting calmly in his cockpit with his finger on the overboost release, waits patiently for the right moment to charge forward. This is the basic setup for these two mercanaries. For years they have worked together. Often taking on the more shady missions that other Ravens are just too uncomfortable doing. They have always worked together and have often been referred to as "The Sniper and The Blade".
The white light from the flares is pierced by a flash of blue light as Blackwind takes her first shot at Maverick. The energy blast from the sniper rifle lands just in front of Maverick. Taking no regard to the sniper the pilot of the green and orange AC continues onward to encounter Judas. He readys his Karasawa as the AC lifts it's right arm, shining forth the majestic Karasawa. On the left shoulder of the green and orange AC is an emblem with the number "7" with a cowboy holding two revolvers in the foreground, outlining the number. This emblem and his past missions on Mars has earned him the nickname "Space Cowboy" by his friends.
"Dammit!" She curses to herself. "I can't believe I missed that." She calms herself and takes aim again.
Judas in preperation of his assault is alarmed as an onslaught of blue plasma come rainings in on his position. He looks around to find the rest of his MT squad gunned down in seconds. All he sees is blue, like an endless ocean of plasma baptizing the world around him. With only moments before falling victim to Maverick's waves of plasma spewing forth from the mouth of the Karasawa, Judas reacts only one intetion in mind, survival.
Necrofix 6 reaches down to the powerless AC, Powertrip, and lifts it to its feat. Powertrip unwillingly supporting all its weight on Necrofix 6. Judas positions his AC, it's side facing towards the oncoming blast, its right leg set out to the right, all it's weight pressing forward on it's left leg to support the weight of Breaker's AC. Powertrip remaining silent, its dark blue paint scratched and worn away from the battle, and unable to protest its fate as it absorbed the first few bursts of plasma. The blasts continued one after another. Powertrip engulfed in blue as Necrofix 6 waits patiently, behind it's makeshift shield, waiting for the attack to end.
"Maverick, cease fire! There's a freindly unit down there!" A woman's voice cried out over the radio. Maverick haulting his attack, allowing his Karasawa to rest. The rain evaporating before even making contact to the red hot Karasawa, causing it to be enveloped in steam.
"I've got him!" Blackwind calling out to Judas as she pulls the trigger. A flash of pure energy makes perfect contact with Maverick's Karasawa sending it flying and nuetralizing its threat.
"You bitch, you fried my Scarysawa." Maverick gripes to himself as he looks forward in irritation, only to find his target unharmed by his prior attack.
Necrofix 6 still positioned with Breaker's AC leaning on him. Judas glances at the shattered AC, Powertrip rendured to nothing more than a melted and deformed core with shattered remains of limbs. Judas discards the AC as the rain cools the charred pieces of the former Powertrip. With Maverick's Karasawa out of the way, Judas switches on his overboosters to make his move.
Maverick standing tall and ready to take on anything Judas can muster, just waits as Necrofix 6 flys towards him. The right arm of Necrofix 6 draws back in preperation of it's attack and closes in on Maverick. With a split second to his destination, Judas relases the right arm of his AC and it's fist flys forward on a collision course with Maverick. With grace and great reaction time Maverick rasises the left arm of his AC reveiling his grenade rifle. Judas, already achieving his AC's top speed, is left without time to react for what he sees happening next. Before either pilot realizes what has happened, Maverick is left standing as Necrofix 6 falls back, crashing to the desert floor. The blast of the grenade rifle leaving Necrofix 6 decapitated. Without giving any hesitation or time for Judas to recover, Maverick follows through with a volley of six missiles from his back mounted missile launcher and four more from his extensions.
Judas unaware of his fate trys to blindly manuever his AC back to its feat, just to find himself blugeoned by several missiles. Three of the missiles impacting the right arm of Necrofix 6, imputating the arm. After years of combat and killing, Judas finds himself on his knees. Thoughts of all of those who begged for their lives flooded his mind. So many of them begged for mercy, and he showed them no such respect. He realizes that he too would recieve no mercy due to his ill actions. With the intention to survive still aroused in his spirit, he begans to lash out in all directions with Necrofix 6's Moonlight. Hoping to get lucky and cripple Maverick so that Blackwind could finish him off.
"Blackwind I need backup now!" He yells to get her attention.
"No need, he's gone. He took the other AC and left. I'm calling in a transport. We're heading home."
"Blackwind, we've got ourselves a dissabled AC here. My sensors show that the pilot is still alive. Should I dispose of him?" He inquires, speaking in a deep tone.
"Leave him Judas, he is no longer any threat to us." The women replies in a cold manner.
The rain falls furiously as a dark AC stands tall looking down upon another. The black AC presents a haunting appearance. The surrounding area is filled with a dim green light. The rain reflecting the emitting green glow from Necrofix 6's camera. Judas, glaring down upon the mangled AC, hears the indacator from his radar go off.
"Judas we have company. Stop messing around down there." Blackwind warns him. "This guys coming in too fast, I can't keep a lock on him. I'm sending out flares so we can get a better visual." Her AC sets it's sniper rifle down and picks up a large cannon. She pulls the trigger and the cannon lights the sky with a cluster of white flares, all attached to small parachutes.
Judas looking to the East as several flares are fired from a a hill top position, bringing light to the dark and cold desert. And from the distance he sees an AC overboosting in to confront him.
"I've got a positive identification. Its Maverick, piloting Maverick. Leave it to a macho hotshot to name his AC after himself. This guy should be no problem at all. I've got a lock on him now. I'll take a couple of shots at him from up here and you finish him off down there. Blackwind, over." She finished her transmission and her AC took hold of it's sniper rifle. Her velvet AC crouched down to steady itself. One and a half seconds. One and a half seconds is all it takes for a well trained military sniper to locate, lock on, and execute their target. For a heartless killing machine known as Blackwind, it only takes 0.7 second. Her days as an AC pilot have been spent peering through the lens of a scope. She has never seen combat on the front lines. She has always seen herself above grunt work thus she takes on a supporting role.
"Good copy. I see him coming. See if you can disarm him with a couple of shots. I'll take him out up close and personal, just the way I like it. Judas, out." Its cold in the cockpit of the AC known ac Necrofix 6, but not as cold as the heart of the man that pilots it. Judas, a killer since childhood. A man who has taken the lives of hundreds, many without cause. The sheer sight of blood is always a euphoric scene to him. He lives to end life.
Blackwind, breathing softly, steadying her heart beat, takes aim at Maverick as he charges in. Judas sitting calmly in his cockpit with his finger on the overboost release, waits patiently for the right moment to charge forward. This is the basic setup for these two mercanaries. For years they have worked together. Often taking on the more shady missions that other Ravens are just too uncomfortable doing. They have always worked together and have often been referred to as "The Sniper and The Blade".
The white light from the flares is pierced by a flash of blue light as Blackwind takes her first shot at Maverick. The energy blast from the sniper rifle lands just in front of Maverick. Taking no regard to the sniper the pilot of the green and orange AC continues onward to encounter Judas. He readys his Karasawa as the AC lifts it's right arm, shining forth the majestic Karasawa. On the left shoulder of the green and orange AC is an emblem with the number "7" with a cowboy holding two revolvers in the foreground, outlining the number. This emblem and his past missions on Mars has earned him the nickname "Space Cowboy" by his friends.
"Dammit!" She curses to herself. "I can't believe I missed that." She calms herself and takes aim again.
Judas in preperation of his assault is alarmed as an onslaught of blue plasma come rainings in on his position. He looks around to find the rest of his MT squad gunned down in seconds. All he sees is blue, like an endless ocean of plasma baptizing the world around him. With only moments before falling victim to Maverick's waves of plasma spewing forth from the mouth of the Karasawa, Judas reacts only one intetion in mind, survival.
Necrofix 6 reaches down to the powerless AC, Powertrip, and lifts it to its feat. Powertrip unwillingly supporting all its weight on Necrofix 6. Judas positions his AC, it's side facing towards the oncoming blast, its right leg set out to the right, all it's weight pressing forward on it's left leg to support the weight of Breaker's AC. Powertrip remaining silent, its dark blue paint scratched and worn away from the battle, and unable to protest its fate as it absorbed the first few bursts of plasma. The blasts continued one after another. Powertrip engulfed in blue as Necrofix 6 waits patiently, behind it's makeshift shield, waiting for the attack to end.
"Maverick, cease fire! There's a freindly unit down there!" A woman's voice cried out over the radio. Maverick haulting his attack, allowing his Karasawa to rest. The rain evaporating before even making contact to the red hot Karasawa, causing it to be enveloped in steam.
"I've got him!" Blackwind calling out to Judas as she pulls the trigger. A flash of pure energy makes perfect contact with Maverick's Karasawa sending it flying and nuetralizing its threat.
"You bitch, you fried my Scarysawa." Maverick gripes to himself as he looks forward in irritation, only to find his target unharmed by his prior attack.
Necrofix 6 still positioned with Breaker's AC leaning on him. Judas glances at the shattered AC, Powertrip rendured to nothing more than a melted and deformed core with shattered remains of limbs. Judas discards the AC as the rain cools the charred pieces of the former Powertrip. With Maverick's Karasawa out of the way, Judas switches on his overboosters to make his move.
Maverick standing tall and ready to take on anything Judas can muster, just waits as Necrofix 6 flys towards him. The right arm of Necrofix 6 draws back in preperation of it's attack and closes in on Maverick. With a split second to his destination, Judas relases the right arm of his AC and it's fist flys forward on a collision course with Maverick. With grace and great reaction time Maverick rasises the left arm of his AC reveiling his grenade rifle. Judas, already achieving his AC's top speed, is left without time to react for what he sees happening next. Before either pilot realizes what has happened, Maverick is left standing as Necrofix 6 falls back, crashing to the desert floor. The blast of the grenade rifle leaving Necrofix 6 decapitated. Without giving any hesitation or time for Judas to recover, Maverick follows through with a volley of six missiles from his back mounted missile launcher and four more from his extensions.
Judas unaware of his fate trys to blindly manuever his AC back to its feat, just to find himself blugeoned by several missiles. Three of the missiles impacting the right arm of Necrofix 6, imputating the arm. After years of combat and killing, Judas finds himself on his knees. Thoughts of all of those who begged for their lives flooded his mind. So many of them begged for mercy, and he showed them no such respect. He realizes that he too would recieve no mercy due to his ill actions. With the intention to survive still aroused in his spirit, he begans to lash out in all directions with Necrofix 6's Moonlight. Hoping to get lucky and cripple Maverick so that Blackwind could finish him off.
"Blackwind I need backup now!" He yells to get her attention.
"No need, he's gone. He took the other AC and left. I'm calling in a transport. We're heading home."