“Well I hit them with pinpoint accuracy in the joints and you burn them so they can’t heal. I’m really not looking forward to facing so many of them, they’re so fast.” Drake laughs, “But then again I love blowing stuff up. FIRE!!!” twenty projectile weapons go off targeting the lead enemy mech about seven of them connected. “Do you happen to have any slow weapons? They helped last time.”
“A few Hyper Amps and some Galaxy Eyes. Giga Rex, use your Arctic Gales and Smelters for suppressive fire, strategy freezerburn! Claymore, Quanta, let loose with your slow lasers.” I go on Drake’s attack suggestions… after all, he’s said to have studied tactics under Titus, the boss on Yomi Reef; a man so badass he considers trashing all pilots who come his way in that inhospitable environment to be equivalent to brief morning exercise. They say Titus is so manly his hair left his head because it was afraid of him and migrated down to his beard.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Antihuman fanatics… A huge mecha, bigger than any yet to date is being prepped within a hidden hangar. It is a 100 ton Mecha running off such a large number of Dark Niodes that the air itself seems to carry with it a certain miasma. Mechulhu… the reactionary harbinger of death. Workers seem scared and in awe of the tentacle-faced war engine they are finishing up constructing, even within their protective suits. The hierophant and his followers have hit a snag though. It seems the Antihuman civilization in the Negaverse has not achieved a similar level of sophistication in cloning technologies to our dimension. Hence use of cybernetics and surgery, as well as the preponderance of “zombification.” At the center of this horrible BFM class Eldritch Mecha is a storage tank containing a certain ancient warlord’s deceased brain. All efforts thus far at bringing Kellek back to the living in his new massive mechanized body to date have been failures.
The hierophant and his sub commander are quite pleased though with a most recent development that promises to change all that… it seems their agents in the most recent raid of the Unnatural History Museum have retrieved the body of one of the explorers, stolen it from that meddlesome academic Yithson. Through sinister technomancy they are in the process of bringing a mutated version of the Drake clone to their side… implanting a hexahedral miniature Dark Niode within his chest, infusing the decaying body with chemicals and bombarding the tissues with small jolts of electricity. the outsiders have the missing bit of technical knowledge which the fanatics would need to bring their founder back to life… Savage torture and severe alteration will drag the information out of Drake’s clone… whom the Hierophant erroneously believes to be the real Drake, since neither Yithson, Zeteg nor Gom understood there was more than one Drake, and the network of spies was going off information they’d collected from the elderly curator and border patrol group.
Back at the Space Island and site of the Gate… The most fleet footed of Yithson’s assistants took off down the express tunnel in a small transport some time after myco had left to check the gate, tracking the survey ship myco had borrowed. He is held back by the explosions, shelling and laserfire at the edge though, unable to get close enough to communicate word about the theft of Drake’s remains, and is thus forced to wait for the skirmish to end. He is also carrying the brain jar containing the upper half of Yithson’s head secured like a backpack with some of the mechanical arms holding the decrepit curator in place (did not know he could remove his head from his body… that’s kind of a neat trick!). Yithson signs to his assistant with a few free prosthetic arms from over the assistant’s shoulders while remaining clamped to his back by the rest. The assistant seems to understand and is relatively familiar with interpreting this method of communication. In his newly mobile, portable mode the elder expresses that he was afraid this might happen, gesturing towards the conflict. They have come to warn myco, Zeteg and Gom.
Toto notices the antihuman carrying a head which she recognizes. She addresses Patrick and Apocalyptor “Mighty bug, please! We should shield that Anti. He is… a friend.”
Submitted by Mycobacter & Drake Novum Scientist #712744, 706289