He took in the scene in front of him with tired eyes on a
haggard face. Shattered mechs with broken bodies and twisted unrecognizable
wrecks littered the battlefield as far as the eye can see. Some of them were
still smoking, 9 hours after ceasefire. He saw splatters of brown, of blood and
gore mixed with grease or dried trails under limbs protruding from some twisted
wreck.
Techies walked among the landscape of death, finding
whatever that can be salvaged, and dispatching any enemies that might still be
alive. Same fate awaits the few Tiamat mechs and its pilots… for orders had
been clear; those who fall against such opponents DISGRACES the clan. They do
not deserve to be called members of Clan Tiamat Dragons. There were awfully few
shots that rang out from the tortured grounds.
And he smiled. What a beautifully ugly scene.
Such lies the fate of Xeon and Armored Core. They who dared
to enter the battlefield against Clan Tiamat Dragons.
One more day… he sat back down the seat. One last fight for
the treasured honor…the seat moved backwards, deeper into the cockpit. The
inner armor closed down, and the two outer armors slid in from the sides. It’s
eyes flickered into light and the Fext rose from its kneeling position.
Behind the Fext stood ranks upon ranks of mechs arrayed in
battle formation. Thirteen companies of them all. Pikes, Reapers, Notos,
Boreas, Regis, Anubis, and many more classes of mechs. Some of them were
zealously washed and maintained, as though fresh from factory. Some took pride
in its scars of battle, deceptively unwashed and unkempt yet fully repaired and
operational. Thirteen companies of blood drenched HATE. Two black days of
death, of ending hopes, of breaking wills.
One final opponent yet to ruin. Aye… but this one is
different. This one is no pushover. This may even be a fight to the bitter end.
Two magnificent creatures, one of myth, the other of legend.
BURN… BURN IT ALL… LET DIV 6 BURN TO RUIN IN THEIR FIGHT TO
THE DEATH!!!!!
Submitted By Daniel Chung #323564