Another blast is fired. At the Facility walls this time, blowing a large hole in the wall for the mech to slip through. Debris and dust fills the room. Piles of rubble litter the floor from bombardments and Missiles hitting the building, making it hard to move in the structure. The structural integrity of the building has been severely weakened by the constant attacks, however our Hero ventures forth.
After a small amount of time and fighting, he was able to make his way to the Cloning Facilities. The reason why we were all here. Though it is our hero that pays the highest cost. Before he besieged the Facility, he attached a Handheld Nuke to his engine. Designed to detonate after a period of time, in case he was to fall. He needed to get as deep in as he could for maximum damage and minimum place for errors. He surged forward, looking as he went, the process of how a Clone is "Born". They all come out of, what seems to be a birthing chamber fully matured, with Chips in the back of their head. The further in he went, the more he saw this. there was even a point where he saw children coming out of the machines. But there was one thing that caught his eye.
Amongst all this horror. All this action. All this carnage. Was Drake. He stood there, mocking him. His arms out wide, ready for a blast from the weapons of the Nifthel. So he obliged. He fired one salvo of his cannon and there was a loud detonation, cracking all the glass and Cloning bays in the vicinity. The explosions smoke and fire cleared, only to see a Black Fist where Drake was standing. Looking up, he sees the looming sight of the most brutal mech in this sub-sector. The Antithesis. The Faceless mech of death. This is what all Pilots feared fighting. No matter their numbers or advantage. But he would be forced to deal with it nonetheless. The detonation of his mech wasn't for another two minutes. He would have to wait it out until he could defeat his adversary. But how could he fight such a behemoth?
Then, it hit him. It might be strong, it doesn't mean its fast. He puts his mech straight behind cloning machines as he rushes across the area. The Anti firing, giving no heed to the cloning bays that are currently active. Screams of rage can be heard over the Vox-Net as Drake hears that his Clone has been defeated and his final defense has been breached. One desperate shot of the Vadhar cleaves straight through one of the legs of the Nifthel, causing it to buckle and collapse under its own weight. drake moves closer, savoring every last bit of the kill, laughing behind the faceless demon he created. Inside the Nifthel, all he can see are warning lights, malfunctions and, in big numbers, the countdown till the bomb goes off.....
"10 Seconds". The bomb starts to beep throughout the room as Drake approaches. "9 Seconds". He is standing over his ruined mech. "8 seconds". The Anti opens up to allow Drake to jump out, gun in hand. "7 seconds". He is standing on the Nifthel, gun aimed at the hinges. "6 seconds". The first hinge blows off in a flurry of pieces. "5 seconds". The second hinge breaks apart from the round. "4 seconds". The third and final hatch crumbles under the bullet. "3 seconds". He opens the hatch. "2 seconds". As the hatch opens, you see his maniacal grin with your own eyes. Him, staring down and raising a gun at him. "1 second". There is a loud clap of a round before the beeps end, consuming the whole area in a blaze of fire and radiation. The force collapsing all ways too far deep into the Facility. The Antithesis Facilities destroyed. The Cloning Facilities destroyed. The hero's sacrifice worth while.
Submitted by Joshua Bourne #702128