As an underground coral energy deposite was disturbed and invaded by the neumerous greed stained hands of corporations...a single voice cried out from the coral...a coral response thus followed...but instead of the reappearence of technological horr...
I unconsciously nodded as I took my AC up into the sky
A trail of orange and red flared behind my AC as I was quick to close the distance.
But with the rapid winds passing by around the steel coffin I called an AC. I looked down to see the frail and broken body of Y/N.
Truly, I did wish I could atleast place him in the cockpit with me, but...I didn't even have the proper protective suit to shield me from the toxic air that plagued Rubicon...
I looked back for a brief moment to see his machine falling behind slightly, but keeping pace none the less.
Looking forward once more however, i began cupping Y/N's body close to the chest of my AC, I did my best to hold him close until-
Ayre: Watch out Raven!!!
I heard the voice in my head speak as my radar picked up an incoming projectile.
Jolting my controls to the side, my shoulder blade boosters moved me off course, and out of the way of what was a large anti air missle
???: that machine- it's an independent merc!!!
???: shoot it down!!!
My radio immediately tuned into their comms as I was forced to make a rough landing...I didn't have my rifle on my AC anymore...just a few left over missiles, my shoulder mounted cannon, and my pilebunker...
Once landing however, I raised my gaze up to see my now current opponents...
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A small squadron of stolen mass produced MTs...
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