BY: Deathstrike
"The auto-cannon?! You mean they got that monster mech working??!" Wallart exclaimed. He had expected it to be repaired, but not in one day.
"Yup...they worked on it all night. The head ain't what it used to be, but if you ask me it looks fuckin' meaner than it did before."
Wallart was up and going down the Corridor before the sentence was finished. He flew into the repair facility and his eyes grew wide. On the battlefield, he had been too busy fighting to realize the true effect this monstrosity had on the people who saw it. Standing in the main repair dock, it dwarfed every other mech in the place by at least 10 meters. Its head was an array of patchwork and dents, and it DID look meaner than anything he had ever seen. He glanced across the floor to what had once been a concrete block over 8 feet thick. It was now a pulverized pile of debris thanks to the AC-20. It seemed as though the test had been successful. He walked briskly over to Montgomery, who was overseeing the final repairs of a Stinger. "Is it ready?" Wallart asked simply.
"Yes, it should be in perfect condition. If you like, I can prepare it for combat as soon as you're ready to leave."
"Make it so." Wallart replied and headed back to the command room. He called all remaining members of his and Mackall's lances to the briefing room. When the last stragglers shuffled in, still wiping the sleep from their eyes, he began.
"Montgomery has repaired the Atlas, as well as our damaged Archer. He's also gotten a new Locust for you, Storm." Jason grinned happily. He thought he'd be luggage from now on.
"Get your gear ready. We leav
e in 30 minutes. We're heading for the armor factory,
and you better be at your best. Our estimates say that the place has been under constant
siege for over 2 days. They need us there, and with this new baby, the Atlas, I think we
might just turn the tide. Dismissed." The men left the room solemnly, each
considering the battle that undoubtedly lay ahead.
Wallart showered, dressed in his mech suit, and entered the hanger bay 29 minutes later. Everyone was ready on time for a change, and they set out immediately. The factory was 2 and a half days away, and each night when they powered down to get a few hours of worthless sleep, they could see the battle at their destination get closer. The explosions lit up the sky throughout the night. "God only knows what's going on there..." Wallart thought. He was wrong...God had nothing to do with it. It was the stuff of nightmares.
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