The Spider of Rubicon (Reader x Armored Core 6)

Raven pov

Ayre: almost there Raven...I'll get us to a near by launch platform to carry us to the upper sectors...

I looked up and into the sky as Ayre continued to take my AC towards Cinder Carla's place of operations...grid 86...in the debrief, there by...Carla...

She mentioned that she "could" fix Y/N...but she needed an escort and a thorough clean up of the enemy Coyotes and doser factions trying to break in...

Luckily...I did feel as if I owed the Coyotes a bit of payback for shoot at me when my AC was barly functioning...

Looking to my left however, I saw the transport ship holding, Carla, her AC and Y/N. And over to the left side of the transport ship. I noticed the AI controlled AC, Chatty. Following closely by the transport.

Ayre: Raven...I did some digging on the files I saw inside of the G-1...the files specifically tied to the black box inside of it...

I leaned back before nodding for her to continue. Her voice softly bouncing and echoing in my head.

Ayre: albeit, any and all files pertaining to the general frame and product line of the G-1 unit were of general concern...there was on that stood out...the callsign "Tank"...

A few tabs and files opened up in front of my front facing screen
..I could see several variations of the G-1, but one...named tank...

Ayre: I managed to salvage many of the decaying files, and...my finding are of...interesting importance ... given the situation now...

The tabbed screen zoomed in on the image of Scuttles, before relaying and placing pinpoints of facts and reports.

Ayre: much like all other ai controlled combat frames. G-1 unit designation: 99. Was apart of the first batch of G-1's ever made. But as small riots and outbreaks of wars ravaging the planet with arguments of the correct measures and actions towards Coral...most of the first batch was wiped out. With every passing battle dwindling their numbers...even with their advanced tech...but not unit 99...

A slightly decayed digital log report lost for the Scuttles was expanded over the frame pictures...

Ayre: the machine kept coming back...mission after mission...eventually becoming the last remaining of its batch...and without knowledge of it...the last of its generation, in favor of the more traditional AC style of combat...yet...it still kept coming back...

The file pertaining to the old pilot was displayed...but this time...the name and callsign authors came in...I didn't recognize the names off the top of my head, but...they seemed...familiar?

Name: Y/N....edited by: Pvt Conrad

Callsign: Tank....edited by: Corky...

Machine name: Beast...edited by: *error*

Interesting...

Was all I could think of as my attention was now fully grasped by this fact...

Ayre: after returning every time...it appears that it's original makers grew fond of it...naming it Tank, and Y/N...but...the machine...the file is too corrupt for my to restore, but...maybe after I spend some time with i-

Carla: you awake tourist?

I looked over to the transport. Carla was piloting as she looked over to me.

Carla: I know a route that me and chatty can go without taking any heat...that just leaves you to clean house~

She spoke as Ayre landed my AC at a launch pad to go up and into the mission sector.